There ain’t nothin’ in the world like a Texas wedding. I went to my friend Elisa’s wedding in Dallas this past weekend, and I had a fantastic time. It was incredibly weird watching one of my best friends from college get married at the ripe old age of 22, but since a large number of ...

My mom bought a condo. This really would not be an earth-shattering development, since she’s living in a house that’s a pain in the ass to take care of and is way, way too big for just her. Except it’s the house I grew up in. I never seriously thought she’d move. She’s been bitching ...

Updates on Elisa’s wedding and other Texas oddity, my mom selling her house, and whatever the hell else is going on that I’m forgetting about coming sometime this week. This, however, was short enough to post tonight: I came home from Dallas and Adam, my new roommate had moved in. And the bathroom had suddenly ...

My apartment is empty. I mean really empty. My subletters are all gone, and the first of my roommates for the year is moving in this weekend, while I’m in Dallas for my friend Elisa‘s wedding. No cats, no dogs, no birds. I see the odd bug wandering about, specifically a very fast centipede who ...

I went and saw Beth Orton tuesday night, and she was excellent. The crowd for the show was really weird. She has a very odd blend of styles, which brings in a really weird mix of audience. She is known for her work with the Chemical Brothers and her first album was what drove her ...

Yeah, so at least this one will have a post time of the mid-afternoon because I’m in the process of calling every cable network in the United States to try and get some sort of guidelines on how to submit programming. Responses have ranged from the standard “We don’t accept unsolicited programming” to names and ...

My mom bought a condo and is going to sell the house I grew up in. Details to follow when I’m less exhausted.

Is it bad that after finally cleaning my room, I’m still reflexively stepping over imaginary piles of crap?

In his response to a simple, sarcastic away message, my father offers further proof that overanalysis is an inherited trait: (dad): Hi Auto response from (me): at the mall. like, totally! (dad): I hope that this means that you are feeling better today. What are you buying at the mall. I know that you do ...

I hate, hate, hate being sick. This is clearly not a revelation of any sort, since I don’t really know anyone who enjoys being sick. Well, maybe some vindicated hypochondriacs, but otherwise, nobody. I apologize for my lack of posting and/or other forms of not being a total blob, but I promise I will post ...