I just got back from some festivities for my friend Conci’s birthday, which were good fun, but I realized that it was at least the sixth birthday party I’ve been to in a week. The question arises: Why are there so many damn people born in September? The fact that it’s nine months after January ...

Ok, this was supposed to be posted days and days ago, but then I tried to post something on the Sheryl Crow Fan Forum, and the forum ate it, and then I tried to post here and my computer crashed before I had hit post, and I lost the whole bloody thing. Clearly, my computer ...

I did it. I cracked. I bought a Palm Pilot. I’m a film major! I’m not supposed to be enough of a geek to buy one. Only engineering nerds and Kellogg students buy them, right? I even overheard 2 Kellogg students discussing their pros and cons when I was in line at Norris buying my ...

I really was going to post an update, then my computer crashed and ate it. Bah. More updates to come tomorrow when I am at least moderately awake.

In a letter telling me about the final walk-through on her new condo, a bit about the old tenants, a couple of gay guys: “The guys filled in the nail holes from their pictures and waxed the floors. Such sweeties. One looks like George Hamilton and the other looks like Radar O’Reilly. They’re off to ...

God DAMN Sheryl Crow was awesome tonight. I saw her perform at the House of Blues from the SECOND FUCKING ROW. I have no money, no voice, and no energy right now, but I will give a full update when I have time tomorrow.

I didn’t name the guy in the post below, but the Evanston Pioneer Press does.

So I found out some iiiiiiiinteresting news today: This total asshole who I got stuck working with on a video production project and just about beat to death with a gobo arm got himself in a wee smidge of trouble. Now I must mention before I begin that he has done other things other than ...

When you have so little cash on you that you have to charge $2.03 on your credit card.

I feel I should not be the only one publicly humiliated in my weblog. To wit: Marky Monkey is coming back into town tomorrow. He called me when I had been taking a nap, so I had the following conversation with him: Him: Can you pick me up from the airport? Me: Yeah, sure, which ...