From my Golden God of the Month, no less: Joel: this thanksgiving will put the “fucked up” in “let’s get the fuck away from these people” Good thing my resolution to quit drinking for a month expires directly after Thanksgiving.

Many weird things come up when you don’t adhere to standard sexual preferences, some easily anticipated, some not. This week’s unanticipated weirdness: Learning a new language. You obviously have to learn the words for husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, etc., and the professor generally goes around the room asking what the girls want in their ideal ...

I had my first athsma attack in about a year this evening. I was sitting around trying to read an excruciatingly boring book on Goldman Sachs for (of all things) my sociology class, when I started coughing for no apparent reason. And then I realized, oh wait, the breaths that I’m taking are significantly shorter ...

“Raymond Chandler, drunk and depressed Tennessee Williams, drunk and depressed I think I’ll just get drunk and depressed.” –Jill Sobule, “Heroes” SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Take the following with a grain of really drunken salt. And also beware of toxic amounts of self-pity. 1. I will not consume another goddamn drop of alcohol in the month ...

I stayed in to do work tonight, so of course, no work actually got done. I did finally watch Y Tu Mamá También, which is an excellent film, though I’m even more disturbed that Alfonso Cuarón is going to be directing the third Harry Potter movie now that I’ve actually seen the movie than when ...

I seem to have come down with inner peace. A friend of mine told Megan (Rugby Girl) some things at the Co-op party tonight (which I had skipped the beginning of to go downtown with other friends) that, well, I would have preferred she not tell her. I won’t go into it here, but suffice ...

Two good guys died today, and oddly enough, they were both only 37 years old. 1. Darrien Chapman, of a heart attack as he was about to play hockey. He was a sportscaster here in Chicago, and he had been in DC for a few years when I was still living there. I remember him ...

…do I like to torture myself by watching romantic comedies? I’m a film major! I’m supposed to inherently despise these things! I desperately want to stop. I can see the plot holes from space. I can see the developments coming a mile away. But still I watch. Oh, there are a few good ones, usually ...

Marky Monkey‘s weblog is now officially a deadblog, since he hasn’t updated the damn thing in two months. Should he decide to return to it, I’ll put it back in its rightful, insightfully rambling place. Until then, it will have to sit facing the corner and wearing a dunce cap.

I think I really only have a finite amount of motivation each night. This is because, generally, when I first sit down to do something, I will sit down and bang stuff out and really be on the ball and get things done, and done well and quickly. Then, after about an hour of that, ...