Monday, March 2, 2009
More stuff supposed to be awesome I just don’t get…
Frank Zappa
Phillip K Dick
Garrison Keiler
Gyros
Scones
Ginseng
Dick’s Last Resort – The food is good. I just don’t get the idea of staff rudeness being a selling point.
Cirque de Soleil
Phillip K Dick
Garrison Keiler
Gyros
Scones
Ginseng
Dick’s Last Resort – The food is good. I just don’t get the idea of staff rudeness being a selling point.
Cirque de Soleil
Friday, February 6, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Yadda yadda
Hi,
This is me writing. See, I wrote something today. Sure, it could have had a plot, a beginning, middle and end, but that gets done all the time. There, that’s three sentences already. Make it four. Ha ha ha, I could go on like this all day. It’s not even a challenge anymore. But it does take a toll on one. I am now off to rest.
More later.
This is me writing. See, I wrote something today. Sure, it could have had a plot, a beginning, middle and end, but that gets done all the time. There, that’s three sentences already. Make it four. Ha ha ha, I could go on like this all day. It’s not even a challenge anymore. But it does take a toll on one. I am now off to rest.
More later.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Cool stuff you may know about but I like talking about….
Anthony Bourdain – Guy is like Eric Bogosian on food. Author of a couple of great books with a great show on the Travel Channel.
In Vegas he wondered aloud what kind of noise armadillos would make if you drove over them. In Romania he feared running out of gas and knocking on the wrong door and getting butt-rogered by Tim Curry. A fear we all have shared even though we may not admit it.
Andrew Zimmern has a good show too with Bizarre Foods, but I can’t get past comparing it to Fear Factor except with Joe Rogan saying, “Hmmm, those gypsy moths have a delightfully rustic tangy flavor, don’t they.”
Trader’s World in Brockton- $4 used DVDs, where I picked up used copies of Shawshank Redemption, Anchorman and True Romance in a single trip.
The Raconteurs – Jack White’s band outside of the White Stripes. Most first bands aren’t this good.
Barstool Sports – Great paper and a great website featuring pal and comic Jerry Thornton. Updated daily. I hit this one every morning even before checking lottery.
Nick Zainno’s comedy blog
The Face Transformer - Put someone you hate’s picture in it. Change their race. Post it on your Facebook account. Yay!
Free movies online - Watch freebies online. Makes Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull worth its price.
Needham Bowlaway – Cool, funky bowling alley. Tie-die, black light motif on the walls, TVs and good times. Check it out.
Chiller TV – The Horror Channel – Freddy’s Nightmares, Millenium, Night Gallery and a mix of really good and crappy ass movies. How is it that we thought of the Golf Channel first?!
the Nerdist - Great blog.
In Vegas he wondered aloud what kind of noise armadillos would make if you drove over them. In Romania he feared running out of gas and knocking on the wrong door and getting butt-rogered by Tim Curry. A fear we all have shared even though we may not admit it.
Andrew Zimmern has a good show too with Bizarre Foods, but I can’t get past comparing it to Fear Factor except with Joe Rogan saying, “Hmmm, those gypsy moths have a delightfully rustic tangy flavor, don’t they.”
Trader’s World in Brockton- $4 used DVDs, where I picked up used copies of Shawshank Redemption, Anchorman and True Romance in a single trip.
The Raconteurs – Jack White’s band outside of the White Stripes. Most first bands aren’t this good.
Barstool Sports – Great paper and a great website featuring pal and comic Jerry Thornton. Updated daily. I hit this one every morning even before checking lottery.
Nick Zainno’s comedy blog
The Face Transformer - Put someone you hate’s picture in it. Change their race. Post it on your Facebook account. Yay!
Free movies online - Watch freebies online. Makes Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull worth its price.
Needham Bowlaway – Cool, funky bowling alley. Tie-die, black light motif on the walls, TVs and good times. Check it out.
Chiller TV – The Horror Channel – Freddy’s Nightmares, Millenium, Night Gallery and a mix of really good and crappy ass movies. How is it that we thought of the Golf Channel first?!
the Nerdist - Great blog.
Stuff that’s supposed to be awesome, but I never got
Jazz
Velvet Underground
Films directed, not acted in, by John Cassavettes.
Pai Gow poker
Clove cigarettes
Wolfgang Puck
Isaac Asimov
French cuffs
ER
Tom Robbins
Velvet Underground
Films directed, not acted in, by John Cassavettes.
Pai Gow poker
Clove cigarettes
Wolfgang Puck
Isaac Asimov
French cuffs
ER
Tom Robbins
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Request Denied
I got a Facebook request to add a friend last week from Joe, a guy I haven’t seen in 20 years. Twenty years ago we hung out together. Twenty years ago, we were friends. If I got a friend request from the man I was 20 years ago, I’d click the ignore button. Just like I did with the request to add Joe.
Joe’s calling himself Jose, now. He’s listing his profession as poet and described himself as a biker.
He lists college degrees I know he doesn’t have. He couldn’t finish anything, but he could usually bluff for the first fifteen minutes.
Through the conversations he’d posted on other friends’ walls, I gathered he had a daughter now, one he’d discovered 10 years ago. One he’s been in touch with only since she turned 18 two years ago.
She’s a tattoo artist in NH, he says and getting into trouble with the law occasionally.
He adds that if he’d raised her, things would be different.
Yep, I thought. She wouldn’t have a job at all.
He was nothing but trouble. Police chases. Jobs lost for bad on-the- job behavior. Letters from deans asking you to stay off college property. I was best man for him for one ill-advised marriage and its subsequent divorce. He was an accident waiting to happen and I was a witness waiting to see it.
I hung out with him because no one else would let me. He interpreted our friendship to be one of student and teacher. The only thing he could teach was how to be a loser. I was hungry for guidance and he took me under his wing.
We were thrown together by fate and we were both drinking so I didn’t leave. Until I stopped drinking and left.
He stopped a few years later, he said. There was no reason for us to stay in touch, really. Alcohol was the only thing we ever had in common. Tried to replace it with cleaning up together, but it was too late for any kind of a friendship.
I have a wife now who didn’t know me when I was that lump. I have a son who won’t even need to hear about it unless someday there’s a reason for me to tell him.
I’m not closing the door on my own past. That will always be with me. I just don’t need someone showing souvenirs of it to my family.
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Joe’s calling himself Jose, now. He’s listing his profession as poet and described himself as a biker.
He lists college degrees I know he doesn’t have. He couldn’t finish anything, but he could usually bluff for the first fifteen minutes.
Through the conversations he’d posted on other friends’ walls, I gathered he had a daughter now, one he’d discovered 10 years ago. One he’s been in touch with only since she turned 18 two years ago.
She’s a tattoo artist in NH, he says and getting into trouble with the law occasionally.
He adds that if he’d raised her, things would be different.
Yep, I thought. She wouldn’t have a job at all.
He was nothing but trouble. Police chases. Jobs lost for bad on-the- job behavior. Letters from deans asking you to stay off college property. I was best man for him for one ill-advised marriage and its subsequent divorce. He was an accident waiting to happen and I was a witness waiting to see it.
I hung out with him because no one else would let me. He interpreted our friendship to be one of student and teacher. The only thing he could teach was how to be a loser. I was hungry for guidance and he took me under his wing.
We were thrown together by fate and we were both drinking so I didn’t leave. Until I stopped drinking and left.
He stopped a few years later, he said. There was no reason for us to stay in touch, really. Alcohol was the only thing we ever had in common. Tried to replace it with cleaning up together, but it was too late for any kind of a friendship.
I have a wife now who didn’t know me when I was that lump. I have a son who won’t even need to hear about it unless someday there’s a reason for me to tell him.
I’m not closing the door on my own past. That will always be with me. I just don’t need someone showing souvenirs of it to my family.
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