Holy Crispex in a container it is good to be home. Be warned that this probably won’t make much sense since I’m still a wee bit travel weary. Also I believe that a family of small, gelatin-like aliens have taken up residency in my nasal cavities and are trying to build a new colony based on [...]
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I’m full of the twitch. (And I don’t mean the lovable superstar hip-hop phenom from SYTYCD. Though being full of Twitch probably wouldn’t be all bad. Crap, four sentences in and I’m already in the gutter. That’s gotta be some sort of record.) I’ve been upping my caffeine intake to try and combat my NoGoFreBouScanNoMo brain sludge. [...] What is it about a tall boy in a peacoat that makes me want to shoop? Before I get into that, be sure to swing by Studio30 to read my ridiculously steamy interview with a famous Becky. While you’re at it, check out today’s Craftastrophe which proves beyond a doubt that I’m going soft. Remember what a [...] I’m always late. Always. Maybe just sometimes. Ok fine, almost always. I know you’re never going to believe this, but sometimes I get distracted. For example, I just lost thirty-five minutes watching that new Kanye West video. I don’t even like Kanye. Unless you count that first record. That shit was brilliant. But still, I’m not sure [...] So I saw this show last night called The Language Archive at one of the Roundabout Theatres. It’s billed as a comedy, but for some reason I didn’t find it funny at all. That bothered me. In fact, I think it’s still bothering me. Or maybe it’s just that freakish Craftastrophe I found this morning. The play [...] My birthday did not go as I had planned. It was supposed to be a mellow day of painting and NPR. Instead, I had an intense and ill-advised love affair with chocolate martinis that lasted a mere three hours. I’m still reeling a bit from the aftermath. In other news, I truly wonder if I will [...] Before I regale you with tales of my poor cone-headed Mildred, swing on over to check out today’s Craftastrophe. I’m going to learn how to crochet and make one of these for everyone on my Christmas list. You’re right, my lazy ass will probably end up sticking red and green bows on cans of Coors Light and [...] I love kazoos. Next to the ukulele, they’re the single easiest instrument to play. There was even a brief moment there where I considered becoming a professional kazoo artist after being wowed by this gal’s skill. Imagine my joy when I learned I could make customized BugginWord kazoos. Imagine Rocco’s horror when two ginormous boxes of those [...] I’m quitting. Again. My wee Hoboken apartment has been on the market for four frickin months – four long, long, vacuuming filled months. We’ve received a whopping ZERO offers over those four fabu months. So as of this morning, my apartment is off the market. Uncle. The end. Stick a fork in me. I’m singing and everything. With [...] |
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