My key thingy broke yesterday. Technically, I believe it’s called a lanyard. It’s one of the big things that you can attach your keys to. Colleges, churches, football teams, lots of people sell them. Mine was a black one with “Orioles” stitched on the side in orange. I bought it for five bucks outside Oriole ...

Lots of stuff tonight. Fair warning that I think this may be the way it goes this summer: nothing for a couple of days and then a massive volume of posts at once. I guess we’ll see.

My god, they’re all gone. All the kids a year ahead of me have graduated. Even a couple in my year are gone too, taking advantage of ridiculous numbers of AP credits to get the fuck out of this fine university a year early. God knows I would have if I had the credit. But ...

I was informed today by Lindsay Muscato that Casey Newton, former Editor-In-Chief of the Daily Northwestern, finds my weblog somewhat amusing. I also was informed that he had been offered a job in Monroe, Louisiana. Some of you know about my eternal connection to Monroe (if not, click here), but I think Margaret Cho offers ...

I wasn’t going to get to see most of my friends graduate yesterday, since the ceremony started at 5 and I had to work until then and wouldn’t even be back in Evanston until 6pm. So I was rather surprised, as I flipped through channels when I got home, to see the ceremony on public ...

So I let in my new subletter (Julie) and was giving her the tour, when the door buzzer buzzed. Since I was expecting my friend Nate, and it sounded like him, I said “Hey, come on up, dickhead!” Of course this lead it to be not Nate. It was Adam, who will be my roommate ...

In the bathroom, you realize things. You’re trying desperately not to concentrate on the task at hand, unless you’re having a great deal of difficulty. Because the task at hand, for most intents and purposes, is fairly boring. Just cleaning out the system. So you sit around thinking. Pondering. If you’re at work or in ...

Checking my email after a weekend of neglect, I found the following phrase in one of my Patty Griffin mailing list (sign on to the Mad Mission!) emails. Darcie Miner, a woman who is hugely active on the list, is also a musician and got picked to open for Patty in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. This is ...

…when cleaning your inbox: a really fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet. Be forewarned, it’s a little long, but it’s funny.

Top 5 Signs An American Has World Cup Fever: 5. Claims Cup as excuse for staying up until 3am when she has to be at work at 8:30am, instead of traditional stupidity. 4. Actually begins to wonder what the fuck “stoppage time” and “golden goals” are. 3. Decides to watch the game on Telemundo because ...