January 2008
22 posts
It’s freaky to arrive at band rehearsal and see my (old) car.
Even if the Wii were nothing more than a YouTube jukebox that plays back SRV & Hendrix (which it is, much more) I would still love it.
My hands smell like tacos. I guess it could be worse.
Precipitation: Light Ice Pellets. Listen, if it falls from the sky and *bounces*, you _know_ that ain’t good.
Caffiene Intake Nominal. Dub Music Playlist activated. This day is looking real good so far. I even vow not to let the weather get me down.
Like cigarettes for nicotine, Comedy Central is a Dane Cook delivery vehicle; to the same deliterious effect.
Song of the Weekend: Jan 26-27 →
A classic from Toots & the Maytals. Read and post comments | Send to a friend
Song of the Week: Jan 20-26 →
This week’s song of the week is just how I like ‘em, loud and explicit. from “Make Yourself” by Incubus. Read and post comments | Send to a friend
I wouldn’t mind my presumed bipolar disorder so much if I could just choose to stay manic. It’s like the best sugar rush ever!
Instead of working on a @jeremytoday project, I’m “watching” Comanche Moon & reading the newyorker. Not sure about which I feel most guilty.
My boss is quitting smoking today (for the third time since I started here in ‘98.) This puts him into the high end of the cranky continuum.
I can’t believe he shanked that kick.
A cold, cold walk to State for a Parthenon Gyro. I will be paying for that in cold feet and onion breath for the rest of the day…
People keep passing-off Bermudan Nickles as U.S. Nickles in this neighborhood. Considering the neighborhood, it almost makes sense.
Home, Carpool, Work, DoT, Work, Carpool, Band practice, Carpool, D&D, Home. http://urltea.com/2j4s Could be a long day!
Great Quimbyism: “Can’t we have one meeting that doesn’t end with us digging up a corpse?!?”
@playsbyear - Sorry your ticket is worthless, man. But you have to admit, Packers playing for a Superbowl appearance at Lambeau is ideal.
There is no chrisash, there is only Zuul…
Man, I’d be paranoid if I were a pregnant white woman. Apparently that’s more dangerous than shark attacks.
I am satisfied to know that any bad mood I might have can be satisfied by fried cheese.
I hate it when people get fired… but dang it, the woman had to _go_.