Friday, May 29, 2009


Fridays are always the best days for commuting. Especially, publicly. The train was nearly empty this morning. Not only was I able to sit, I was also able to spread my knees apart more than three inches. (After taking the train deep into the heart of the city, the boys tend to get restless, if you know what I mean.)

And I know Monday is going to be good, too, because around here Tuesday is the new Monday. Apparently, I didn't get the memo, but everybody in these parts takes Friday and Monday off. Someday I hope to land one of these magical three-day workweek jobs.

You're still thinking about my boys, aren't you?

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Watch Glee

There's this new show on Fox called Glee and it's really good. Really good. The pilot episode is available on Hulu for a limited time. Watch it if you enjoy good things. If you don't enjoy good things then go back to whatever crap TV you were watching.



OMG They just played a Biggie Smalls song on Ron and Fez (the best show on XM) and now I gotta get some Biggie on my iPod NOW.

Warning: Lame white guy dancing in his office.

Things I want to do this weekend.

1. Paint the bedroom.
2. Read a book.
3. See Star Trek.
4. Cook something requiring bbq sauce.
5. Kiss my wife and stuff.
6. Lay in a hammock.
7. Buy a new backpack.
8. Buy new sunglasses.
9. Drink beer.
10. Exercise.
11. Stay up late.
12. Watch Rachel Getting Married.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Animals Wearing Pants

Dot Com...


It's like yogurt.

Well, actually it is yogurt. Strawberry. My 10:30 AM yogurt intake meeting went off without a hitch.



For the bus again this morning. I am now one of those bus runner guys you see frantically/awkwardly running for buses. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a bag full of coffee and water sloshing around. I need a backpack.

You care.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Trains, Asses, and David Gergen.

We just had the "official" meeting where the bosses "informed" us that our office is moving temporarily. I say "informed" because this is information we all had for several weeks. (It's always sweet when the boss says they want to keep us informed.)

Now I'm feeling like that episode of The Office when Stamford moved into the office at Scranton because the space we're moving to is already occupied by a different governmental department. I'm sure someone will give me the stink eye when I try to jam my lunch into the refrigerator. Or when I make someone wait behind me while I fax.

By the way, the bets are in... "temporary" means one year or more. Always take the time-frame provided and multiply by 4.

Also, we'll be right next door to CNN, so maybe I'll run into Wolf Blitzer or John King or Roland Martin.

In other news, day two of my triumphant return to public transportation seems to be proving successful. My new hobby is sitting next to people who clearly don't want anyone sitting next to them. I used to yell at taxi drivers, now I press the side of my ass against the side of someone else's ass if they don't move over enough. In the side-ass showdown I always win.

Monday, May 18, 2009

From Dijon to Water Weight

1. The Storyville coffee experience is coming along swimmingly. I got the second shipment Friday. And it really is some of the best coffee I've made/drank.

2. Brats. Made some on Friday and ate them with Maille mustard. Perfect.

3. Finished reading Jurassic Park. I recommend it. 'Twas a page turner.

4. Brown paint. I'm leaning toward it.

5. Lynette made lemon cake Saturday. Tasty.

6. My bag is very heavy on the train with a Nalgene bottle full of water and a thermos full of Storyville coffee. I may sacrifice the water to save my shoulder.

7. Got another compliment about my hair this morning. Monday + Hair Compliment = OK Then.

The Cleveland Show

Friday, May 15, 2009

Embracing Change; Or, Whatevs; Or. Mmm, Chips

Today is the last day I will be driving my car to work. Starting Monday, I will be using the Metro (subway).

There are three reasons for this change:

1. Starting Monday, the 14th Street bridge will be under construction for two years and it will destroy the world.

2. No more free parking. I gave up violin lessons, DC government gave up giving me free parking.

3. My job is relocating to a place where parking is a fantasy.

The upside (because every sordid tale's got one):

Lynette will start using my car for her commute. And I will be getting a lot more reading done on the train. And I don't have to worry about stupid people pissing me off on the road. Everyone except me is a driving moron. Write it down.

Also, I could use a change of pace. Things were getting a little stale around here. But like chips, you eat 'em anyway because, hey, it's chips. And there isn't a fresh bag anywhere within grasp.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Making A Softer World

Here is a short film showing how my favorite web comic, A Softer World, is made. Enjoy it.

Find the link to A Softer World in my Blogs I Read area...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Goonies Reunion Video


You're no Goonies fan if you don't watch this video.

We Love You So Much

Spike Jonze has started a new blog HERE in anticipation of his upcoming film Where the Wild Things Are. According to Jonze, this blog encapsulates many of the small influences while creating the movie.

My Name, by Mark Strand

My Name

Once when the lawn was a golden green
and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials
in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed
with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass,
feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered
what I would become and where I would find myself,
and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant
that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard
my name as if for the first time, heard it the way
one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off
as though it belonged not to me but to the silence
from which it had come and to which it would go.

Thursday, May 7, 2009


I'm trying to plan my day tomorrow. I don't have to work. I was thinking about going to see the craptacular new Wolverine movie, but then realized that the new Star Trek opens tomorrow and I might be mistaken for one of those weird Trekkie nerds. (Notice the irony?)

So... what to do?

Maybe a list will help:
1. Play video games.
2. Watch TV or Vicky Christina Barcelona so I can send it back to Netflix.
3. Read a book outside with Leia if it doesn't rain.
4. Move all the crap out of the bedroom and start taping in prep for painting.
5. Find the burger joint President Obama ate at yesterday.
6. Buy something fun that I can't afford.
7. Clean the house, a.k.a. vacuum.
8. Go grocery shopping.
9. Make a new episode of my podcast.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


I just signed up to receive coffee in the mail from Storyville Coffee Company.

For the month of May, ALL money made (not just profits) will go to the International Justice Mission.

Supposedly, the coffee gets shipped the same day it gets roasted. And I will receive this coffee once per week.

As Lynette just said about me, I am constantly searching for the perfect cup of coffee.

Tuesday Stuff.

It's been rainy. I don't care. I like it.

Told myself to start reading more. I'm making a concerted effort to pick up a book rather than the TV remote. I used to read a lot when I was a Metro commuter.

I'm a hockey fan now. I never realized how exciting the games can be. So much anticipation. So little game stoppage. Plus, I like the sound of the skates on the ice and the clicking of puck on stick. It helps that our local team is doing very well, too.

I burned my hand last night while whisking a bachumel sauce. (Does that sound snooty?) Anyway, I did and it still hurts. You should see it. You'd pity me if you saw it.

Been listening to a lot of Deep Tracks on XM. It's old classic rock, but way deep into the genre. It transports me back to the late Sixties when crazy long-haired people were just getting their rock and roll sea legs. It's good music to paint the walls to.

My alarm is now set for 4:20 AM. I have to get the gym by 5:00 AM in order to give myself enough time to exercise before work. It's hard, but when it's over for the rest of the day I feel like I have an advantage over every one else in the world. Except for that distiguished, pipe-smoking, white mustachioed man who gave me a wink and nod as he crossed 14th Street. He must've got up earlier than me.