Happy Monday, you magnificent suckers. You’re probably reading this while I’m fast asleep (it’s my Sunday morning — BOOYAKASHA) because I have set this post to, uh, post automatically at 8:15 a.m. Actually, I had my garçon’s intern set it to post, but just because he was all, “You never let me do anything fun!” Sheesus. Anyway, I heard this song for the first time in a long time yesterday (HAHAHAH, today, really) and remembered…
Evan and his girlfriend Charlotte were in town today so we had lunch at Central BBQ. I goaded him into trying the barbecue chicken nachos. He wrecked his plate quite thoroughly (those damn things are tasty) and then proclaimed that he’d had so much to eat that, later, he’d probably be able to “shit through a screen and never hit a wire.” Which is now officially my favorite thing to say, ever. [Project 365]
Store clerk, in broken English: So, you planning big Valentine? With your boyfriend? Me, in dumb English: Ahhh. Ha. No, not this year. Store clerk: Ohhhh, because of the … recession?
Ah, Sarah Haskins is always on point. (Click here if the embed code is being wonky.) Happy Day-Before-Valentine’s Day, y’all.
Tonight I was reunited with Sarah Saint after a several-month hiatus and she made me download booty rap and then pretend to dance to it. We’ll never work in this town again. from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. This is after we listened to the albums that defined our youth — Sixteen Stone, Vitalogy, Core, Undertow — and tried to relive the emotions we felt while lying on our beds with black lights illuminated and teenage…
… and by “bed” I mean “to my shitty old Dell where Roller Coaster Tycoon awaits!” I know my Slanket-loving friends (you know who you are) will enjoy this: HT: EJ
Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn’t seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo. HT: Chris Wage
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