Thursday, August 28, 2008

Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That's the first thing they teach you.

A modern classic. Read the review here.

Monday, August 18, 2008

We are in a lot of trouble.



Remain calm.

All is well.

Listening to: Thrice - The Messenger

Friday, August 15, 2008

Tremble You Weaklings, Cower in Fear

Few things:

1) I forgot to tell you a story from a couple of weeks ago. Friday, I got out of work and was heading over to a friend's house to watch some baseball. Traffic was a brute. It was hot as balls. I had brought a pair of shorts and flip-flops to change into. The car wasn't going anywhere, traffic was so bad. So, instead of melting in the front seat, I decided to just change into my shorts right there. Which, after a great deal of thrashing and bumping and accidentally honking the horn and knocking over my iced coffee, I finally succeeded in doing. It's worth mentioning that in addition to all of these goofy shenanigans, my music was blaring, so I could barely hear anything.

Anyway, I finished changing, and next thing I knew, a balled-up dollar bill came sailing through my window. I looked out and... well, there sat an SUV full of girls, laughing hysterically. I probably turned as red as I possibly can, and sheepishly offered them back their dollar. The one riding shotgun yelled out the window, "YOU EARNED IT!"



2) I've got two posts going up today. One is already up at The Music Is The Message, where I embarrass myself even more than I just did in telling that story. We've started a new Friday theme, this one being "Guilty Pleasures." Please try not to laugh too hard. We all have secrets, people. Oh, fine. Go ahead and laugh, you fucking jerks. Here's a little taste:

Finally, I've got a review going up at 1:00 on Pajiba. It's one of my all-time favorite movies, and I hope you'll enjoy it. Fortunately, this one is not embarrassing. Thank GOD. Here, I'll give you a little hint:

Have a bitchin' weekend.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Welcome, my friend, to the machine

Hello there.

So, just a couple of quick things: we have a new writer over at The Music is the Message. Please welcome Bear, otherwise known as The Ursine Calamity. His first post went up today.

I almost killed our temp yesterday. She's quite nice, if a bit quiet. I have a tendency to come bursting out of my office, which I did yesterday after a fairly urgent matter came out. She was walking down the hallway. I... um... "bumped" isn't really the right word. I smashed into her and sent her flying into the printer table. She doesn't appear to be permanently injured, however.

Anyway, I though people might like to know these things.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The Continued Adventures of Tart and Audrey

Look, we're still not keeping her, OK? But since everybody won't shut up about it...

(click to enlarge them)

I'll stop posting pictures of kittens and three-legged beagles when they stop being so goddamn cute.

Manda, I'm going to do my best to ensure that her new owners call her Tart.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Random crap

Weekend Update:

I'm sorry to say, folks, that Tart has found a home... and it's not mine. As adorable as she is, she's going to live with a great guy that Mrs. TK works with, a veterinary nurse and his girlfriend. We've got her for the remainder of the week, during which I'll continue to spoil her rotten, but come Friday, she's gonzo.

Saturday I bought this:

Hey there, sexy

It's not some super-fancy $1,000+ bike, but it's still awesome - especially when compared to my old beater of a bike. I'm already looking forward to seriously injuring myself on it. Bought on Saturday, already put 40 miles on him. I'm definitely loving it. So yeah, yesterday I rode for 25 miles... and then we went kayaking. It was probably the most active day I've had in my entire life. I'm feeling a little banged up today, I admit.

I wrote another post on The Music Is The Message. Click here to read it.

Saturday night a friend and I went to a Boston Cannons lacrosse game. For those who may not know, the Cannons play for the professional lacrosse league. It was pretty fun, even though it was somewhat rainy so there were only a couple thousand people there. Of course, I'd had a bit of whiskey before hand, but I kept myself in check (it's VERY family friendly and there were a lot of kids). Highlights included the halftime show, which was two little league lacrosse teams playing a quick, 10 minute game. They were probably 8-10 years old and straddled the line between cute and hilarious. The temptation to stand up and scream "YOU SUCK WINCHESTER!" was strong, but I held back. At one point, we had the following conversation:

TK: Is it bad that I kinda want to see one of these kids get completely cleaned out?
My Friend: Yes. Well... yes.
TK: Well, I'm not saying I want them to have to roll an ambulance onto the field...
MF: You just want to see someone get knocked around.
TK: Exactly, just get their bell rung a little.

There are myriad reasons why I don't go out in public very often. Also, why I don't have children.