10:53 A.M. First, I got up this morning and went right to the grocery store. This was because I needed to buy some fruits and some sort of allergy meds because the inner-cavities of my face were not messing around with all the itchiness. Second, I’ve decided to add timestamps to these entries, because I want to. So back to the grocery store. I needed to pick up some milk and eggs. I only buy the smallest thing of milk…
I don’t have a lot of records. I did once upon a time ago, but the crate I kept them in was swiped from the front lawn of the house I was moving out of while I was in college. There are a few of those that I mourn. Madonna’s “True Blue” 45 that was actually blue. One of The Beatles’ 45s which was most definitely a reprint, but a gift from Jodi Hanson. This is not to say that…
Okay, this is only a live-blog in so much as I’m writing it as I watch. I’m not posting it as I write, so sadly you will not be able to leave comments as the action breaks. I watch “Diff’rent Strokes” Monday nights, and by watch I mean it’s on the TV with sound while I do various things like the dishes, read The Beast, or play on Twitter. But now I am done reading The Beast, and I have…
Do you remember that month back in 07 when I was obsessed with Rob Sheffield? God, I loved Love is a Mix Tape. So much love. However, the other day I discovered Sheffield has another book coming out this week, Turn Around Bright Eyes: The Rituals of Love and Karaoke and my first reaction was “fuck, we need another 40something white dude riffing on rock & roll like I need a fucking hole in my head.” Then I scrolled down…
If my website were a child, it’s birth story would go something like this: I was working in customer service for a software company that made digital photography software. When not working at the software company or my parents’ bowling alley, I spent all your time in my shitty Prior Lake apartment online. Mostly I posted to the alt.music.soulcoughing newsgroup. One day at work they taught me how to make an animated GIF (which I will forever pronounce with the…
Without fail, it seems, the batteries in the various smoke alarms at Supergenius HQ decide to die at the most in convenient time. Today it was 5:25 a.m. which would suck most any day of the week, but sucked a little harder this morning considering how much tequila I had the night before. I’m still a little amazed that I managed to find the 9-volt battery and get it installed without too much swearing or annoyance. In fact, I was…
