[I’m really glad there’s a grasp to grab]The Built to Spill show was unbelievably packed. And hot. I’m talkin’ the kind of hot that Nelly sings about. The kind of muddy delta hot that makes you want to add extra consonants to words like “hott” and “dirrty.” Yeow! The concrete floor was slippery and it hadn’t even been raining outside. But despite the sweaty young bodies crammed in the room, I didn’t smell a single…
[Spoiler alert, as if I care]There’s too much text on this screen. Here, have a photo or two. That’s my sister Krissie and my brother Evan and me on graduation night. The Cottage, that sticky little restaurant I wrote about a few days ago. There, that’s better. I have a confession to make. Last night Phil coaxed me into seeing the new Star Wars at the drive-in since it’s so cheap and it’s our favorite…
[You wouldn’t like me if you met me]My brother ended his high school career last night. Some teacher confiscated his air horn, of course, so his exit wasn’t quite as loud as maybe he’d hoped. He’s still not sure what he wants to do with his life, which is an affliction we all suffer, it seems, even when we think we know. For now, he’s working. He has a girlfriend still in high school, free…
[Dude, I’m gettin’ a Dell]Will Wright is my hero. He has a new game in the works called “Spore,” where you start out as a single-celled organism and evetually evolve to a populated civilization in a solar system that you can traverse once you’re smart enough to develop UFOs. Everything is customizable: as you evolve, you choose how you’d like to look (tentacles or fins? how ’bout some vertebrae?) and you can start building brainpower…
[What else are we here for?]Memphis, We need to talk. I know I said some mean things about you at the beginning of our relationship, and I’m sorry. Most of what I said wasn’t very fair. I was just frustrated at how difficult and strained our new relationship seemed, and I was quick to blame you for things that weren’t necessarily your fault. I know I can’t really blame you for the fact that I…
[Public service announcement]Arrested Development is coming back for a third season. But it might not return on Sunday nights. OK, now you can all go back to your beer bongs and your Pong and your hula-hoops and whatnot.
[Paris Hilton is mentioned in this post!!!]There are days when I hate this town, and days when I love it. Hate: crappy apartment service and general loneliness. Love: the drive-in theater and spending the whole day with the back door open, squinting at the sunlight. So I’m adjusting. Slowly. We spent my two off days in the Summer Avenue area. Sat under the stars and watched House of Wax, which, god help me for saying…
[The weather is changing and breaking my stride]I’m bored and have nothing of my own to say. Just yet. So I think I’ll quote some people. “You can quote me: Americans will vote for cornpone Nazis before they will give up their entitlements to a McHouse and a McCar.”— Author James Howard Kunstler “Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.”— Architect Frank Lloyd Wright “The genius of the…
[Whooooo are you?]Some sneaky bastard hacked into MTSU’s computers so now all faculty and students, past and present, are urged to place fraud alert on their credit reports. Everything about that sucks, but I find myself a little giddy at the prospect of getting a free credit report out of the deal, since if you place a fraud alert on your report, you’re supposed to be entitled to a free copy. Equifax, here I come!
[Flight of the Felix]We almost became single-pet owners today. Phil and I are sitting in the living room, eating tacos during his lunch break, when we hear a knock at the door. This is weird because we don’t have any friends who would just drop by and we weren’t expecting any post (that bit of British nounage is for JR). I answer it and it’s the apartment manager, Carlos. He asks us if we’ve lost…
You must be logged in to post a comment.