Despite the arguments in favor of the remote with big orange flames painted on it, I decided to go a different direction in my choice of TiVo reward: I do like that I can jam one on over my cast to keep my toes warm. Chaplin? Not impressed: How do I get away from this ...
Viewer Alert #1: We are not on tomorrow, our finale (which my boss directed) is on next Tuesdday (9/8 central!). Viewer Alert #2: A girl I went to high school with has won the current round of The Bachelor. Though we weren’t friends or anything, I certainly remember her as being very nice, albeit a ...
The next time someone asks me what it’s like to live in Los Angeles with all the celebrities you can see, I am going to direct them to this page. The writer has perfectly captured the grand “I don’t give a fuck about these morons anymore” feeling you get after about a year here. via ...
Having spoken to precisely two people in person in the last week and a half, including my neighbor who came up to tell me that anytime I ran water in my apartment her kitchen was flooding, it was nice to have Miss Cleo come by tonight. However, I’ve been so starved for human contact, I ...
I have a bunch of TiVo rewards points, since I’m such a TiVo-hugger that I’ve influenced several others to purchase TiVos. Crappily, however, these points expire after 24 months, and a bunch of mine are about to expire. And so we come to my dilemma, what to do with my TiVo rewards points. Here are ...
It’s called the “it takes a lot of effort and pain to get up” diet. It forces you to ask yourself: Exactly how hungry am I? Generally, the answer is: Okay, not that hungry. Also, ow.
Congratulations to Laz and Christin, who as you can guess from that photo, went and got themselves married this weekend. Thanks to Kim for passing along the photos.
Because I cannot stop giggling at this wedding announcement. The sad thing is, I think as bad as that is, it would have been even worse had they reversed the order of the names. Courtesy (who else?) Dave Barry’s Blog.
Yesterday, I was bored. Today, I’m restless. Tommorrow, I think I’m going to hit full-on Marge on a plane “LetmeoutLetmeoutLetmeoutLetmeout!” mode. This is going to be a looooong summer.
It is done. And the pegleg has arrived: Yeah, I know it looks goofy as hell, but it works, and that’s all I give a shit about. More pictures at my flickr page, which will be getting updated quite a bit since I now have a whooooooooooole lot of time on my hands and pretty ...