I’ve been kind of bad lately about actually updating this thing, and I felt I needed to put a bunch of stuff up before I become a DeadBlog, like Elisa‘s (last update: May 28th) or Eddy‘s (last update, ironically titled “Must not miss a day of blogging”: July 1). I actually never thought I’d be ...
So my friend Jack is without car, and was in need of a bed. He has an inflatable mattress, but the problem with it is that it deflates over the course of a night, until he wakes up on the floor. He decided that that was pretty fucking lame, and he needed a real bed. ...
In the great mess of things I probably should have posted about over the last couple of days, little stands out more than the White Stripes concert I went to friday. The opening band, the Clone Defects, was pretty bad. Their lead singer looks like James Carville, and pretty much is what Carville would be ...
You know what pisses me off? Almost awful movies. Not movies that are entirely bad, but movies that are mostly bad, but show flashes of greatness. Like Attack of the Clones, which I finally got around to seeing tonight. The thing is woefully miscast. Hayden Christiensen sounds like a whiny brat when he’s supposed to ...
Weird things you randomly discover about your co-workers: 1. Jingle Jumble Mike, one of the audio guys I work directly for, co-wrote the “We are Flintstones kids…” vitamin jingle (remember? Ten million strong and growing?). Him and his partner co-wrote it in 1985 (I would have been four), and those are Mike’s kids singing on ...
Did you ever meet someone you’re convinced is what one of your friends will be like in 20 or 30 years? I had that happen to me with this client from work who’s been doing one of the odder projects I’ve heard…well, ever. The woman who’s producing it makes me think of a much older, ...
Zack Hall is my Golden God of the Month for July. Who is Zack Hall? I couldn’t have told you that yesterday. He is the roommate of Liz Lyons, my friend Nate’s girlfriend, who had her 21st birthday party yesterday. I went to the party, and he was talking about a friend of his who ...
…to mention the best part. There was a guy at the Taste, dressed as Jesus, carrying a cross. No sign, no explanation, no nothing. Just Jesus carrying the cross.
Ok, that kicked ass. Ridiculously hot ass, yes, but it still kicked ass. Backing up a bit, I went to the Taste Of Chicago today because a) I hadn’t been before and b) the Indigo Girls were playing for free. It was supposed to cool down today, though it certainly felt approximately as hot as ...