(Like everyone else, all we can talk about in the newsroom lately is Michael Phelps.) Intern, just after Phelps’ win last night: I bet he’s on steroids. Metro editor: Did you see what he eats every day*? Intern: Steroids? *According to Wikipedia, it’s either 6,000 or 12,000 calories a day. YOW.
I have been looking for a new dentist for a year or two now. Looks like he found me first. I absolutely cannot wait until he releases his next video: “Brush Yo Donkey Teeth.” Full story here.
His name is Todd. He likes to play Family Guy and other television shows, as well as what sounds more or less like music, at very extremely ridiculously loud volumes in the middle of the night. Like, now. At nearly 1 a.m. I am hoping, at this point, that he is hearing impaired, and not simply fucktarded.
Because — and I don’t want to be too forward here — I was kinda halfway thinking maybe that I might call it up and invite it over, and we could order takeout from Camy’s, and maybe drink some Viognier and maybe watch Wet Hot American Summer, and, I dunno, maybe grope each other awkwardly on my couch. Because, well, I really like this weather.
I’m not sure that I will ever really find “home,” inasmuch as something that major that can actually exist for me (outside my parents’ house, which will always be Home), but there are times — like when we gear up for the ridiculousness that is Elvis Week and the denouement known as the candlelight vigil, or when I see a couple getting hitched in front of Sun Studio as I make that left turn on…
Bernie Mac’s passing is sad enough. But Isaac Hayes? I was lucky enough to have Hayes as my commencement speaker when I graduated from college in 2004. Yes, he said “Hello, children” to us. The acoustics were shit so I had a hard time hearing a lot of the rest of his speech, even though I was in the front row. When it was time to do the deed, I walked across the stage, got…
Thanks to Chris Wage, I’ve not been able to get this song out of my head for the past couple of days. So what better way to exorcise it than to post it here?
… but there are some days when I’d just like to have a nice fella to dance with, slowly, to this song.
I’ve been kind of following the Russia/Georgia thing on Twitter this afternoon, and when I went to Google News to get the latest news updates, I clicked through to the AP’s story about the U.S. calling for a ceasefire in South Ossetia. And what do I see? A locator map showing me where Washington, D.C., is. Thanks, AP. Are these damn maps generated automatically based on datelines? Or did a human make this happen? My…
Only it’s really my Thursday. Harumph. Somehow I managed to escape a post-election hangover, despite all the tequila I befriended last night. I was so jittery by the time I left work at midnight that I needed the stuff just to help me sleep. Election night can be especially unkind to newspaper folks, but this one went more or less smoothly on our end, and went according to script (and yes, I mean that in…
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