January 2008
9 posts
I, Can, has cheeseburger
Literally. It’s a declaration of a state of being. For Can.
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C’mon man. Use it or lose it.
I Think I Know Who Killed 'John From Cincinnati'
I’ll admit to watching every episode of John From Cincinnati, the beautiful mess of a potentially great show about surfing, heroin, and a syntactically challenged Jesus with beautiful eyes and magic pockets. I mean, I stuck with it ‘til the end, even after it was clear that show mastermind David Milch was either back on heroin himself or just having a laugh … all of which is even less justifiably...
Back In 2008: Boomboxes, My Faith In The Alluring...
I left Rififi at midnight on Friday and took a spin of 2nd Ave before heading home. I heard a mangled, tweeter-ruptured booty beat down the block — loud — approaching me at rate outstripping its BPM. I thought I was gonna get run over; the gangsta track was blasting from the sidewalk. Strike that: from a bookbag. A cell of six thuggish ruggish boneheads was strolling up on me, at its...
I finally saw 'Brokeback Mountain' last night and
I cried.
Too Soon To Make Sideways Heath Ledger Comments...
But apparently not too soon to make punny posthumous article titles. Dinner was delicious, by the way. Tuna steak. Over which I learned Goatse will be at ROFLCon this spring in Boston. He will be recognizable via his wedding ring. Or, his gaping asshole.
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Everything I Need To Know I Learned From LOST →
Even how to pay tribute to our troops overseas.
So this is it, eh?
Well it certainly feels cleaner in here, like I just dipped my bloggy fingers in a salad bowl of Purell™. The revolution will be sanitized. I’ve been lingering for over a week now, though, like the creepy-guy-in-the-corner-at-the-party I play to considerable acclaim in real life, so I thought it finally appropriate I emerge from the shadows, long enough to plant a flag, at least. This is the...