Happy Thanksgiving (in advance) everyone! Hope you all eat yourselves retarded tomorrow - Lord knows I will. Mrs. TK is unfortunately working, so I'm doing the multiple house world tour thing tomorrow. But I figured I'd wish y'all a happy happy and all that.
Also, for those who were wondering, Chinese Democracy? Kinda sucks. Click here for the review, as well as a few other good reviews of far superior albums.
Later gators.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Bolt!
Quick update: My review of Bolt went up today -- forgot to mention it until now. In any event, click here to read it.
In music news, two new writers have some great stuff up today and tomorrow... Boo, of Girl Named Boo, has a review of The Sword and Year Long Disaster in concert that's a fun as hell read - here it is. And new writer Shepard has an excellent piece going up on Tuesday. Be sure to check it out.
That's all for now. Get back to work, you lazy sods!
In music news, two new writers have some great stuff up today and tomorrow... Boo, of Girl Named Boo, has a review of The Sword and Year Long Disaster in concert that's a fun as hell read - here it is. And new writer Shepard has an excellent piece going up on Tuesday. Be sure to check it out.
That's all for now. Get back to work, you lazy sods!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Welcome to my family
I've been meaning to post this for a while but got sidetracked. Some of you may remember a week or two ago I posted a review for American History X over at Pajiba. Well, ever since I've let my parents in on this gig, they've taken to reading the reviews. After the AHX review, I received an email from my dad that sums up our relationship beautifully. It read:
Hey Boy,
A little masterpiece. Superb writing. Wonderful character, acting and story analysis and a balanced assessment of the social pathology of Neo-Nazism (as reflected in this particular story) that I would find difficult to achieve.
Keep it up but don’t end a sentence with a preposition.
Love,
Dad
So first off, yes, at 33 years old, my father still calls me "Boy." Frankly, I don't mind and even find it quite endearing. Second, if you know my father, and know what an all-around brilliant mind he is, you can see why a message like this has me glowing with pride. And third, that final sentence is absolutely awesome. It's so "dad" it's almost comical. God, I love my dad.
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Listening to: Cat Stevens - Father and Son
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Can we talk about stupid for a minute?
Let's go with this:
What you are looking at, in case it's unclear, is the 2009 Cadillac Escalade Hybrid. It's one of the largest SUV's around. In a hybrid. This has to be one of the dumbest fucking things I've ever seen. Basically, you've taken an overpriced, elitist beast of a machine and given it only slightly better mileage.
First of all, I can only assume that we all accept that the Escalade is a car designed for the vain and image-conscious, people who will likely NEVER use it for it's storage capacity or off-road capability. And no, piling in four kids for a soccer game does not fucking count. Seriously, when's the last time you saw an Escalade actually carrying anything? Towing anything? Anything on the roof? No? Didn't think so. People who buy luxury SUV's infuriate me, because a) they have no idea how to drive them and b) it's just stupid. Buying a luxury SUV in this day and age is essentially saying, "I have a ridiculous amount of money, and I'm basically telling the environment to go fuck itself. Seriously, suck my ass, Planet Earth. I've made a conscious decision to ostentatiously flaunt my wealth while simultaneously taking a shit on my children's future on this planet."
Oh ho! But now it's in a hybrid! Now, you can say, "I have even MORE money, money that I don't even know how to spend. I don't give a fuck about the environment, but I read somewhere that other people care. And since my image is so goddamn important, I'd like to at least pretend that I give a shit. So I'll continue to buy massive, overpriced bohemoths on wheels, but this one's a hybrid! Sure, it still doesn't even get 20 miles to the gallon, it's still a danger to other drivers, but now I can act like I'm actually a good person."
I apologize for this out-of-nowhere rant, but I saw one on my way to work this morning and almost exploded in my car.
Anyway, as a random aside, there's a few new music reviews going up on Pajiba at 5PM EST today. Please check 'em out.
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Listening to: Warship - Profit Over People
via FoxyTunes
Let's go with this:
What you are looking at, in case it's unclear, is the 2009 Cadillac Escalade Hybrid. It's one of the largest SUV's around. In a hybrid. This has to be one of the dumbest fucking things I've ever seen. Basically, you've taken an overpriced, elitist beast of a machine and given it only slightly better mileage.
First of all, I can only assume that we all accept that the Escalade is a car designed for the vain and image-conscious, people who will likely NEVER use it for it's storage capacity or off-road capability. And no, piling in four kids for a soccer game does not fucking count. Seriously, when's the last time you saw an Escalade actually carrying anything? Towing anything? Anything on the roof? No? Didn't think so. People who buy luxury SUV's infuriate me, because a) they have no idea how to drive them and b) it's just stupid. Buying a luxury SUV in this day and age is essentially saying, "I have a ridiculous amount of money, and I'm basically telling the environment to go fuck itself. Seriously, suck my ass, Planet Earth. I've made a conscious decision to ostentatiously flaunt my wealth while simultaneously taking a shit on my children's future on this planet."
Oh ho! But now it's in a hybrid! Now, you can say, "I have even MORE money, money that I don't even know how to spend. I don't give a fuck about the environment, but I read somewhere that other people care. And since my image is so goddamn important, I'd like to at least pretend that I give a shit. So I'll continue to buy massive, overpriced bohemoths on wheels, but this one's a hybrid! Sure, it still doesn't even get 20 miles to the gallon, it's still a danger to other drivers, but now I can act like I'm actually a good person."
I apologize for this out-of-nowhere rant, but I saw one on my way to work this morning and almost exploded in my car.
Anyway, as a random aside, there's a few new music reviews going up on Pajiba at 5PM EST today. Please check 'em out.
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Listening to: Warship - Profit Over People
via FoxyTunes
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Hi kids,
Quick announcement (again) - some of you may know that in between reviewing movies about necrophilia and writing about spilling on myself, I also write for a music site called The Music is the Message. Well, Pajiba has graciously asked me to become their music editor, and as such, I'll be diverting my musical attentions over there to work on their new music section! Exciting, n0?
Anyway, here is the official Pajiba announcement. I'm sure I'll drive this into the ground in a couple weeks, if I don't fall down a flight of stairs or break my ass mountain biking first, but until then, please do come by and read!
Tonight I go to see The Reverend Horton Heat, and I'm so excited I might pee myself.
Quick announcement (again) - some of you may know that in between reviewing movies about necrophilia and writing about spilling on myself, I also write for a music site called The Music is the Message. Well, Pajiba has graciously asked me to become their music editor, and as such, I'll be diverting my musical attentions over there to work on their new music section! Exciting, n0?
Anyway, here is the official Pajiba announcement. I'm sure I'll drive this into the ground in a couple weeks, if I don't fall down a flight of stairs or break my ass mountain biking first, but until then, please do come by and read!
Tonight I go to see The Reverend Horton Heat, and I'm so excited I might pee myself.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Love is about craving
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Fighting the fight
Jesus Christ, Keith Olbermann.
It's perhaps a little overwrought and over emotional, but godDAMN if it isn't fucking brilliant. It says everything I've been thinking, only but far more eloquently.
Watch the whole thing, people.
Well said. Anyone who honestly doesn't think that Proposition 8 is a gargantuan stumble back towards a darker age and an insult to the the institution of marriage, straight OR gay... well, I don't even know why you're reading this.
*Thanks to Tarhearted.
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Now playing: Wax Poetic - Angels feat. Norah Jones
via FoxyTunes
It's perhaps a little overwrought and over emotional, but godDAMN if it isn't fucking brilliant. It says everything I've been thinking, only but far more eloquently.
Watch the whole thing, people.
Well said. Anyone who honestly doesn't think that Proposition 8 is a gargantuan stumble back towards a darker age and an insult to the the institution of marriage, straight OR gay... well, I don't even know why you're reading this.
*Thanks to Tarhearted.
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Now playing: Wax Poetic - Angels feat. Norah Jones
via FoxyTunes
Friday, November 07, 2008
The Better Angels of Our Nature
I'm still kind of reeling from Tuesday. I haven't really watched anything other than MSNBC and a few minutes of the Celtics. I feel like Rachel Maddow and Keith Olbermann live in my house, I'm watching them so much. The whole thing is just too much for me to absorb in a few days.
Anyway, I'm heading out to Cleveland this afternoon, where sadly, I will not see Mr. Brian Prisco, despite him being there as well. Bummer. We're going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, though! And Sunday is the Drive By Truckers concert, so expect updates both here and on The Music is the Message. Oh, and I've got a doozy of a review coming next week as well on Pajiba, so stick around, OK?
Speaking of which, here's the link to yesterday's review. Just click here. Sort of an odd choice given this week's events, but also amazingly appropriate... I mention this in the review, but it's worth reiterating simply for the fun of it. The quote from Lincoln's inaugural address that Danny Vinyard, played by Edward Furlong, uses at the end of American History X is the exact same quote that President-Elect Obama (chills, I tell you, chills whenever I say or type that) used in his victory speech. Which gives me an excuse to paste that quote again, as it's one of my all time favorites.
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Listening to: The Little Willies - Best of All Possible Worlds
via FoxyTunes
Anyway, I'm heading out to Cleveland this afternoon, where sadly, I will not see Mr. Brian Prisco, despite him being there as well. Bummer. We're going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, though! And Sunday is the Drive By Truckers concert, so expect updates both here and on The Music is the Message. Oh, and I've got a doozy of a review coming next week as well on Pajiba, so stick around, OK?
Speaking of which, here's the link to yesterday's review. Just click here. Sort of an odd choice given this week's events, but also amazingly appropriate... I mention this in the review, but it's worth reiterating simply for the fun of it. The quote from Lincoln's inaugural address that Danny Vinyard, played by Edward Furlong, uses at the end of American History X is the exact same quote that President-Elect Obama (chills, I tell you, chills whenever I say or type that) used in his victory speech. Which gives me an excuse to paste that quote again, as it's one of my all time favorites.
“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”Take care and have a great weekend everyone.
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Listening to: The Little Willies - Best of All Possible Worlds
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Brother's Gonna Work it Out
FUCK. YES.
As most of you know, I for the most part avoid blogging about politics other than the minor jabs here and there, and issues that affect me on a fundamental, personal level. There's no denying that last night was an historic moment, and as a result, it's worth noting here and elsewhere. It was strangely anticlimactic in a way - I watched the results from the comfort of my house, either on the couch in the earlier hours, or tucked into bed later on. But it was a moving and affecting night. Oddly, it wasn't until this morning, when I heard Obama's speech in full, that it truly hit me, andI found myself sitting in traffic on I-93, with tears on my face.
This wasn't only an election about race - in fact, the issues at hand were far more wide-ranging and critical in some ways. It was about the economy and war and the way things were and the way things should be. It was about all of those things. But, that said, to disregard the momentousness of a black man becoming president is disingenuous and even ignorant.
It may come as a surprise to many, but I truly didn't think it would happen in my lifetime. My father, who I routinely discuss politics with, felt the same. It's odd - we're probably the two most radical, leftist people we know, and yet that has also created a deeply ingrained cynicism that is hard to move past. Given the history of our homeland of South Africa, both where it's been and where it's going, as well as the blunders made in the U.S., it's hard to face the future with anything but skepticism, if not an outright pessimistic fatalism. And while I certainly don't believe that everything is going to be alright now, that our problems will be solved and the world is on the path to righteousness and harmony and that birds will sing and people will dance in the streets, I suppose I can't but help feel that at least now, finally, for the first time in a long time, we are on the right path.
The election of Barack Obama as the 44th President is truly an incredible moment in my life, and hopefully yours. I can now proudly say that there are two clear, shining moments that show that there is hope for the future of race relations, and that there is just hope, period. The release, and subsequent election, of Nelson Mandela was the first. And now, the election of Barack Hussein Obama.
That's all I've got.
Thanks for reading.
-TK
One last thing - no day like this is complete without the requisite soundtrack. So please, please, click HERE.
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Listening to: Ladysmith Black Mambazo - Amazing Grace / Nearer My God to Thee
via FoxyTunes
As most of you know, I for the most part avoid blogging about politics other than the minor jabs here and there, and issues that affect me on a fundamental, personal level. There's no denying that last night was an historic moment, and as a result, it's worth noting here and elsewhere. It was strangely anticlimactic in a way - I watched the results from the comfort of my house, either on the couch in the earlier hours, or tucked into bed later on. But it was a moving and affecting night. Oddly, it wasn't until this morning, when I heard Obama's speech in full, that it truly hit me, andI found myself sitting in traffic on I-93, with tears on my face.
This wasn't only an election about race - in fact, the issues at hand were far more wide-ranging and critical in some ways. It was about the economy and war and the way things were and the way things should be. It was about all of those things. But, that said, to disregard the momentousness of a black man becoming president is disingenuous and even ignorant.
It may come as a surprise to many, but I truly didn't think it would happen in my lifetime. My father, who I routinely discuss politics with, felt the same. It's odd - we're probably the two most radical, leftist people we know, and yet that has also created a deeply ingrained cynicism that is hard to move past. Given the history of our homeland of South Africa, both where it's been and where it's going, as well as the blunders made in the U.S., it's hard to face the future with anything but skepticism, if not an outright pessimistic fatalism. And while I certainly don't believe that everything is going to be alright now, that our problems will be solved and the world is on the path to righteousness and harmony and that birds will sing and people will dance in the streets, I suppose I can't but help feel that at least now, finally, for the first time in a long time, we are on the right path.
The election of Barack Obama as the 44th President is truly an incredible moment in my life, and hopefully yours. I can now proudly say that there are two clear, shining moments that show that there is hope for the future of race relations, and that there is just hope, period. The release, and subsequent election, of Nelson Mandela was the first. And now, the election of Barack Hussein Obama.
That's all I've got.
Thanks for reading.
-TK
One last thing - no day like this is complete without the requisite soundtrack. So please, please, click HERE.
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Listening to: Ladysmith Black Mambazo - Amazing Grace / Nearer My God to Thee
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Updates and miscellany and VOTE!
I've got some serious hectic times ahead. Spent Sunday and Monday at the wonderful home of Dustin Rowles, friend and editor of Pajiba. They are, despite what you may have heard, lovely people with a ridiculously cute son. Friday we leave for Cleveland, where despite being within a paltry few miles of each other, I will not be seeing Brian Prisco.
Sunday we return, and I begin my whirlwind concert tour - three concerts in six days. The Drive-By Truckers and the Hold Steady on Sunday, The Reverend Horton Heat with Nashville Pussy on Thursday, and Murder By Death with William Elliott Whitmore on Saturday. That should be sufficiently exhausting.
Also, I've got a music post up today, so click here. And a BMaT post went up Saturday, so by all means, click here if you're not sick of me yet. If you are... well, go screw.
Oh, and even though I can't due to my lack of citizenship, I'd appreciate it if you'd get out there and vote, folks. Do it for me. (psst - if you are going to vote for me, I'd appreciate it if you voted for the colored fella)
Sunday we return, and I begin my whirlwind concert tour - three concerts in six days. The Drive-By Truckers and the Hold Steady on Sunday, The Reverend Horton Heat with Nashville Pussy on Thursday, and Murder By Death with William Elliott Whitmore on Saturday. That should be sufficiently exhausting.
Also, I've got a music post up today, so click here. And a BMaT post went up Saturday, so by all means, click here if you're not sick of me yet. If you are... well, go screw.
Oh, and even though I can't due to my lack of citizenship, I'd appreciate it if you'd get out there and vote, folks. Do it for me. (psst - if you are going to vote for me, I'd appreciate it if you voted for the colored fella)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Our Logic Collapses on the Subatomic Level... Into Ghosts and Shadows
Halloween ain't what it once was for me. I used to get really into it... well... I used to use it as an excuse to get dressed up and go on mini suburban rampages. I admit, I was one of those kids growing up - I could chuck an egg with stunning accuracy. Once college rolled around, I basically lost all interest in Halloween. I didn't like the pressure to dress up, and since I wasn't much of a big-party guy - I preferred to do my drinking with small groups of serious drinkers - I pretty much gave up on it.
However, in my new-found (and moderately disconcerting) suburban lifestyle, I have found some joy in simply staying home and handing out candy. I don't dress up or anything, but I do get a kick out of watching the kids get into it.
That said, the first little reprobate who throws anything at my house is gonna get an assfull of my foot.
Anyway. All of that was a long, dull segue into this week's Pajiba review. I enjoyed writing this more than anything I've written. Hope you enjoy reading it.
Happy Halloween, everyone.
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Listening to: The Misfits - Die, Die My Darling
via FoxyTunes
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Once Again Back Is The Incredible...
Couple of quick bits. I'm finally back to writing on the various sites that I continue to over-extend myself on.
If you're interested, I did a post on TMITM, about three bands that tried to change and as a result, became worse for the effort. Click here, please.
And I completed my reviews of the trilogy of “Terror from Underwater!” movies with another personal weekend favorite, Deep Rising. I'd post a picture of the movie poster, but Blogger is being a bastard right now. Fucking jerk.
Anyway, click here for the review.
End of line.
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Listening to: Groove Armada - Madder
via FoxyTunes
If you're interested, I did a post on TMITM, about three bands that tried to change and as a result, became worse for the effort. Click here, please.
And I completed my reviews of the trilogy of “Terror from Underwater!” movies with another personal weekend favorite, Deep Rising. I'd post a picture of the movie poster, but Blogger is being a bastard right now. Fucking jerk.
Anyway, click here for the review.
End of line.
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Listening to: Groove Armada - Madder
via FoxyTunes
Monday, October 20, 2008
Your dirty sex makes God send hurricanes
This might be the funniest thing currently on the internet.
Brilliant, no? The perfect fuck you to that reactionary pigfucker O'Reilly. But wait, there's more!
Wheee!
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Listening to: From Autumn to Ashes - Capeside Rock
Brilliant, no? The perfect fuck you to that reactionary pigfucker O'Reilly. But wait, there's more!
See more funny videos at Funny or Die
Wheee!
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Listening to: From Autumn to Ashes - Capeside Rock
Thursday, October 16, 2008
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, goodbye
First off, thanks to everyone who was incredibly kind with their words, thoughts and actions over the last few days. It was very appreciated. The funeral was, as can be imagined, probably one of the hardest days of my life - it's difficult to describe how devastated our family is by the loss. I'm not going to write a big emotional piece about it, because it's family stuff and some things aren't for public dissemination. Not to mention, it's simply too painful. But as with all things, it gets a teeny bit easier with each day.
But I'll try to end things on a lighter note:
This morning my mom left, which is always an incredibly difficult, challenging, teary affair. I love my mom so much, and saying goodbye is simply awful. So there we stand, arms wrapped around each other, kisses on the cheek and forehead. And then, it's time for her to go. I give her one last hug, one last kiss on the cheek, and reach down to pick up her luggage for her...
... and split the crotch of my pants.
I shit you not. I am sitting in my office with a four inch rip going right over my junkular region. If you'll excuse me, I need to go pick up some slacks.
Take care everyone.
But I'll try to end things on a lighter note:
This morning my mom left, which is always an incredibly difficult, challenging, teary affair. I love my mom so much, and saying goodbye is simply awful. So there we stand, arms wrapped around each other, kisses on the cheek and forehead. And then, it's time for her to go. I give her one last hug, one last kiss on the cheek, and reach down to pick up her luggage for her...
... and split the crotch of my pants.
I shit you not. I am sitting in my office with a four inch rip going right over my junkular region. If you'll excuse me, I need to go pick up some slacks.
Take care everyone.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Speechless
I'm going to be out of touch for a while. My aunt, whose family is the only family I have in Massachusetts, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on Friday. Her family and my sister are the only family I have in the US.
She was also my mother's twin, and obviously we're pretty devastated by this. My sister is flying in on Sunday, and my mom and some other family are flying in from Cape Town later in the week. It's not going to be an easy week, and while I'm always happy to see my mother, the circumstances are quite awful.
Regardless, it goes without saying that this will basically put everything - work, blogging, commenting, movie reviews, the works - on hiatus for a while.
Anyway. Hope everyone is well. I'll catch up with you all later.
She was also my mother's twin, and obviously we're pretty devastated by this. My sister is flying in on Sunday, and my mom and some other family are flying in from Cape Town later in the week. It's not going to be an easy week, and while I'm always happy to see my mother, the circumstances are quite awful.
Regardless, it goes without saying that this will basically put everything - work, blogging, commenting, movie reviews, the works - on hiatus for a while.
Anyway. Hope everyone is well. I'll catch up with you all later.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
And I'm back...
Well, my trip to Denver was spectacularly boring. Basically, it consisted of the following schedule:
6 AM - Wake up
7 AM - Eat gross buffet breakfast
8 AM - Attend sessions on Low-Income Housing Software and Regulatory Changes Affecting It
12 PM - Lunch
1 PM - Back to sessions
4:30 - Go to room, beat head against wall.
4:35 - Go to teeny tiny hotel gym
6:00 -Shower, change
6:30 - Go to bar. Eat sandwich. Drink six beers. Watch baseball. Drunk-dial Mrs. TK.
9:00 - Stumble back to hotel, fall asleep.
Rinse, fucking repeat. Every single day.
Also? While I accept that I saw very little of it, Denver was kind of... dull. Perhaps if I'd had more time.
But, in a shocking turn of events, the travel was completely and utterly uneventful. No repeats of the Salad Dressing Incident, and certainly nothing like the Batteries/Water-Spitting Incident. In fact, my flight back to Boston actually landed early. I feel like either a) it's the karmic wheel finally righting things, or b) it's karma just being a cruel bitch, and a plane is going to crash into my car en route to work or something tomorrow.
The coolest part was definitely when I landed. The Red Sox game was in full swing, and I'm obviously dying to know the score. I bolt off the plane, find my car, turn on the radio and... we're losing.
Balls.
I get in, start driving, get out of the tunnel and... Jason Bay cranks one, and we take the lead! Promptly followed by a text message from my friend Jen (aka the greatest friend in the history of friends) inviting me to game three on Sunday.
Not a bad way to return home.
I did have a review go up on Wednesday, for one of my favorite Shakespeare adaptations, Titus. Click here to read it, if you please.
Also, I just finished watching the VP debate. I loathe Sarah Palin. Loathe. She was so goddamn smug and artificial and folksy and "oh, I'm a maaaaverick" that I literally chipped a molar from grinding my teeth while watching.
Gah.
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Now playing: Ministry - So What
via FoxyTunes
6 AM - Wake up
7 AM - Eat gross buffet breakfast
8 AM - Attend sessions on Low-Income Housing Software and Regulatory Changes Affecting It
12 PM - Lunch
1 PM - Back to sessions
4:30 - Go to room, beat head against wall.
4:35 - Go to teeny tiny hotel gym
6:00 -Shower, change
6:30 - Go to bar. Eat sandwich. Drink six beers. Watch baseball. Drunk-dial Mrs. TK.
9:00 - Stumble back to hotel, fall asleep.
Rinse, fucking repeat. Every single day.
Also? While I accept that I saw very little of it, Denver was kind of... dull. Perhaps if I'd had more time.
But, in a shocking turn of events, the travel was completely and utterly uneventful. No repeats of the Salad Dressing Incident, and certainly nothing like the Batteries/Water-Spitting Incident. In fact, my flight back to Boston actually landed early. I feel like either a) it's the karmic wheel finally righting things, or b) it's karma just being a cruel bitch, and a plane is going to crash into my car en route to work or something tomorrow.
The coolest part was definitely when I landed. The Red Sox game was in full swing, and I'm obviously dying to know the score. I bolt off the plane, find my car, turn on the radio and... we're losing.
Balls.
I get in, start driving, get out of the tunnel and... Jason Bay cranks one, and we take the lead! Promptly followed by a text message from my friend Jen (aka the greatest friend in the history of friends) inviting me to game three on Sunday.
Not a bad way to return home.
I did have a review go up on Wednesday, for one of my favorite Shakespeare adaptations, Titus. Click here to read it, if you please.
Also, I just finished watching the VP debate. I loathe Sarah Palin. Loathe. She was so goddamn smug and artificial and folksy and "oh, I'm a maaaaverick" that I literally chipped a molar from grinding my teeth while watching.
Gah.
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Now playing: Ministry - So What
via FoxyTunes
Saturday, September 27, 2008
RIP Paul Newman
1925 - 2008
One of my all-time favorite actors. I wrote a brief little retrospective on Pajiba. Click here to read if you wish. Have a great weekend.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Yar. Ye be comipletely insane.
Welcome to my world.
My wife, though I love her dearly, is clearly wearing her crazypants today. She worked an overnight shift last night, so we didn't see each other last night or this morning. I got to work today with an email that simply said, "Ahoy, matey! Whar's me cookie?"
Since "Talk Like a Pirate Day" was last Friday, I thought she was either late to the game, or confused and trying to find our baked goods. Sadly, none of those are true. Because attached to the email, was this:
Get it? Three-legged dog? Pirate costume?
Oh, bloody hell.
Anyway. I'll be in Denver, CO from Sunday to Wednesday, so likely this'll be the last you hear of me for a few days. God knows what the dogs will be dressed in when I get home.
Have a good whatever.
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Listening to: Monty Burns - See My Vest
My wife, though I love her dearly, is clearly wearing her crazypants today. She worked an overnight shift last night, so we didn't see each other last night or this morning. I got to work today with an email that simply said, "Ahoy, matey! Whar's me cookie?"
Since "Talk Like a Pirate Day" was last Friday, I thought she was either late to the game, or confused and trying to find our baked goods. Sadly, none of those are true. Because attached to the email, was this:
Get it? Three-legged dog? Pirate costume?
Oh, bloody hell.
Anyway. I'll be in Denver, CO from Sunday to Wednesday, so likely this'll be the last you hear of me for a few days. God knows what the dogs will be dressed in when I get home.
Have a good whatever.
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Listening to: Monty Burns - See My Vest
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