Things I have spilled on myself in the past six hours
1. French onion dip2. Orange Kool-Aid3. Orange juice
1. French onion dip2. Orange Kool-Aid3. Orange juice
I had a lengthy weekend recap post typed up, but I decided I’d keep it for myself because not everything — even the good stuff — belongs on the blog. Some things are just for me. The important thing is that I had a great time. Amanda’s surprise birthday shindig was a rawkin’ good time. Joey’s dirty T-shirt was scandalous. Kristin was a fabulous, generous host and, despite Alvy’s altruistic efforts to chew up one…
I think it’s just too cool that this video was partially filmed at the Lamplighter here in Midtown. I also like to point out — several times — to anyone who will listen that The Greatest was recorded just down the street from my crib. We should all wear more fringe. (HT: Serrabee via Scenestars)
Naturally I have a ton of things to do before hitting the road: Dishes, packing, showering, having someone “service my air conditioner” (sounds sexy), take the ferrets to Phil’s, go to the bank, etc. But in mere hours I’ll be settling into a seat at the Belcourt to catch Strangers With Candy with some of the finest folks in the world. Can’t wait!
We ran a story today about Germantown High School’s rookie band camp going on this week, and man oh man did the memories come flooding back when I read it. No matter where you’re from, if you were in high school band (or college band, for that matter), you share an instant bond over band camp. Hours and hours spent in the grueling sunlight (or sometimes rain), holding your horn up, marking time (or, as…
I’m not sure if this brilliant business venture has been lampooned by the feminist blogosphere yet (I did a quick Google search and didn’t see anything on the first few pages) so I’m not sure if I’m a little late for the Mocktown Bandwagon, but it’s cool, I’ve got my own ride. Caddychicks is a company that will match you, the esteemed heterosexual male golfer (a sharp presumption on my part, for there is no…
The train bombing in India hasn’t quite dominated the news the way last summer’s London bombings did, and I’ve read various criticisms of why that might be, most of which boil right down to “brown people tend to blow each other up a lot, so it’s no biggie.” Of course I don’t know if that’s the case; I can only speculate and say that it does seem odd that our collective shock over here seems…
Thom Yorke was on Fresh Air yesterday and I apparently missed it, though you can hear the interview here. I can’t get the thing to play for some reason (operator error, I’m nearly positive) but I bet it’s interesting. I still haven’t picked up The Eraser, but I’ve sampled it several times on iTunes and am wondering if I should just be a big jerk and rely on someone else I know to buy it/download…
There’s a Nashville Fark party this weekend in Hermitage, if any of you want to meet your fellow delightful intertube freaks.
Here’s what we do — we have to create more temperate climate zones in which carbon dioxide-eating trees can grow. How best to do that? Expedite global warming so we can cover Antarctica in trees. That’ll teach those greenhouse gases!
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