Thursday, September 29, 2005

you said, "it sounds good on the radio"

I went to a rock show for the first time in ages on Tuesday. Mike and I met up with Anne to see the Posies, Earlimart and the Deathray Davies. It was a long night, but well worth it. As one of the Posies remarked, "You got your money's worth, motherfuckers!" Anne has the full review.

I've finally gotten back into the swing of buying music again. I got the new JV, Nada Surf and this guy's new record, which I paid for despite it being available for free, because supporting art is how I (almost always) roll. I am currently listening to I Love Math, a Deathray Davies offshoot which I am finding quite enjoyable. Sorry, the inner music critic is not available today. This is also evident by the fact that I am going to see the Lemonheads tonight. Nostalgic much?

I had jury duty today, and I managed to get out unscathed. The best thing I saw was a dude coming out of a courtroom wearing a Judge Joe Brown shirt that read, "Tell it to the judge!" Is that what they mean by "appropriate" attire?

Thursday, September 22, 2005

watch out world...

...I've become one of those assholes with a camera phone.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

memories light the corners of my mind

Yeah, I lived in Hayden my freshman year (as did some of you, dear readers), but it wasn't like this anonymous freshman's account. Fake IDs? We didn't need 'em. We had that deli on 6th Ave. that would sell us beer. I want to call bullshit on this story, but I'm glad to see something about the alma mater that mentions Hayden without mentioning suicides. (Bobst, however, doesn't fare so well.) But was Hayden a party dorm in the mid-90s? I always thought that honor went to Rubin. (Right, Molly?) This guy can attest that Goddard had its own quirky charms.

And don't get me started about the infiltration of online social networks. That would really get my communication geekiness going.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

a gentle reminder

Welcome back to The O.C., bitch!

Friday, September 09, 2005

Is your name Gareth or Dwight?

As The Office plays out in real life, tragically at the top of FEMA, from this AP story:

"Brown's official biography on the FEMA Web site says that his background in state and local government also includes serving as "an assistant city manager with emergency services oversight" and as a city councilman.

"But a former mayor of Edmond, Randel Shadid, told The Associated Press on Friday that Brown had been an assistant to the city manager. Shadid said Brown was never assistant city manager."

Bolding mine.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

nonsense update

I bought a buttload of grapes at Whole Paycheck this morning. I keep "grazing" them as I walk in and out of the kitchen. I guess it's better than M&Ms.

School has started in Full Force (minus Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam), and I've already had my first meltdown, do to a fuckup that is squarely on my shoulders. Ugh.

In happier news, the best friend gets to get her Ivy-League education on courtesy of Katrina. I'm only bummed that her hallowed halls will be in Providence instead of Philly.

So yeah, how are you guys?