Just heard that Mitch Herdberg died. That's a bummer. He was a funny guy:
I had a bag of Fritos, they were Texas grilled Fritos. These Fritos had grill marks on them. Hell yeah, reminds me of summer time, when we used to fire up the barbeque and throw down some Fritos. I can still see my dad with the apron on, better flip that Frito, dad, you know how I like mine.
I work downtown. I used to live downtown. I am tired of seeing this view from my car as I plod down 3rd avenue at a leisurely 4 mph. I mean, I hate the carriages too, but at least I know what they're there for -- to take the tourists for a ride. (GET IT?!)
But can anyone tell me what the functional purpose of these mounted police are? Are they worried about a spontaneous riot breaking out at the Wildhorse or what? Are they a deterrent against anyone robbing a tattoo parlor and making a fast getaway on a mule?
I've had this Queens of the Stone Age album "R" forever, but never really got into it. It's starting to grow on me a little.
What I'm wondering is if this is the album that Dean Ween played on or not -- I know he said he played on one of them recently.
So I'm reading about this get-together at Jackson's that no one told me about, and I'm browsing around on rex's photostream with pictures from it, and lo and behold I see .. my upstairs neighbor, Allison, who evidently was there with Kevin Barbieux.
Man, talk about cognitive dissonance.
I think most men seem to be intimidated by shirts that are pink or even purple. Because, as we all know, wearing pink or purple means you're a fag. Or something. So, at TJ Maxx, say, if there are a bunch of nice shirts on sale, the only ones left in my size are largely pink or purple. Now, I have no problem wearing pink and purple, and I'm a cheapskate to boot. The result is that I have a disproportionate amount of pink and purple shirts.
Also, what is up with men's shoe design these days? What is with every single shoe being some weird slip-on with a gigantic square toe. Whatever happened to a good old wingtip, or a loafer. Is that so much to ask? I mean, what is that thing supposed to be? Do I have to go to fucking Johnston & Murphy to get a pair of shoes that doesn't look like it's some sort of square-footed freak cobbler clown-shoe accident? Maybe I can learn to cobble.
Rockports are the only shoes I buy these days, and they are expensive and doubly-expensive to have re-soled. What's a man to do?
I got Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf on DVD for christmas (finally, someone paid attention to my amazon wishlist). We finally got around to watching it last night.
I really love that movie.
This is not news to most of you that know me, but I have a man-crush on Rufus Wainwright. Move over, Paul Krugman.
The question is, when will he play Nashville? He's too busy playing all these fancy schmancy european cities. What do they have that we don't??
I created a flickr account. It has nothing interesting, just random pictures of me and also an awesome cheese souffle that amanda made.
As you were.
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