December 2008
33 posts
A nice day outside for vacation. Encountered: My Bloody Valentine 3-D poster. This…does this mean the band?
I’m saying I wanted this to mean the third MBV album was on its way.
Watched 16 episodes of 30 Rock with my parents and Sara in one sitting. Then a couple hours of Fallout 3 to round out the day.
Just purchased the complete series of The Wire for 46 bucks. Damn.
Northwest Indiana is frozen. No one’s going anywhere. We’re watching bridal dress shows instead. Sigh.
Chipset Christmas music is how we will celebrate the last day before vacation.
Outside I’m all <eat a chocolate chip cookie>. Inside I’m all AHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Work called on account of weather. ADULT SNOW DAY.
It’s snowing so hard, the snow is actually falling up!
Listening to Starling Electric instead of Christmas music. I should probably play something festive eventually.
Pais comes in the night on little cat feet.
Dexter season finale tonight, Lawrence of Arabia tomorrow night, Valkyrie Wednesday.
Lactose-free egg nog tastes like egg nog cut with melted vanilla ice cream. Not bad, just not exactly egg nog.
Listening to new Paul Westerberg stuffs. Wish they’d been easier to get. Still: digging the lo-fi sound collage assault.
There is just an absurd amount of dessert and candy in the break room.
How come nobody lets me run the Ponzi schemes these days? Sheesh.
Oh, Blago! Oh, Blag-Rod!
Stay classy, Chicago politics.
Just full-on immersing myself in recommended tracks and albums from various Best of 2008 lists.
Realized 3/4s of today’s lunch are a main vegetable suspended in something: corn chowder, green bean casserole, spinach cheese business.
(The other 1/4 is an apple)
Playing telemarketer at work while simultaneously renaming 100s of PDFs.
Also, Jay Reatard, I’m going to buy you a tiny trophy.
Tonight is the night Top Gun beach volleyball jokes have returned to the Earth’s orbit after a decade-long sojourn to Jupiter and back.
Ugh, unfocused and frayed currently. Pull shit together.
BREAKING: Executives develop new jargon word: “colleagueal.”
Why can’t we just melt bones down to make cars out of bones and then they are cool looking (a plus!) and drivable (necessary).
George Carlin, you were so smart: http://tinyurl.com/5wpsxd
Now I’m listening to Show No Mercy. Thanks, @secondperiod.
Still no running; ankles still healing. I have an obsessive need to keep up the ritual or it will fall by the wayside. Thus, I worry.
Doing homework exercises from Drawing Words Writing Pictures on my lunch break.
Oh, Miguel Prado, you scamp.
Whoa, New Yorker Caption Contest, way to be not very good this week.