This week is Italy week. From Tuesday, October 22 until Monday, October 28, I’ll post something from my recent trip to Italy. “You truly don’t fucking get it, do you? You poor motherfucker. You’re going to miss everything cool and die angry.” Upon my return from traveling abroad, without fail I am afresh with love…
Read MoreThis week is Italy week. From Tuesday, October 22 until Monday, October 28, I’ll post something from my recent trip to Italy. When I got married on October 10, 2009, I got married in a boutique hotel in Downtown Denver in front of approximately 150 of my closest friends and family members. When my friend…
Read MoreSeptember 25, 2004 – After a good party at New Brentwood, filled with old friends and new friends, I am sitting outside disappointed, smoking a cigarette. It’s late, after midnight certainly, but not college late. The girl I spent all night talking to and hitting on, I could not convince to stay. She instead departed…
Read MoreI haven’t written much lately, and the reasons for that are several. I outline them below, and offer up a few items for discussion. This will likely be the only update this week as well, and with me going to Italy next week, things will likely be sparse around here for the next couple of…
Read MoreSince my fat ass has actually been going to the gym consistently, I’ve had to add several songs to my workout rotation. What will follow is a periodic update of whichever song has given me added juice on the lifting machines or elliptical trainer. Download these yourselves and enjoy. “Filthy Gorgeous” – Scissor Sisters I’ll…
Read MoreSometimes (frequently) I feel like a grown up. I am reminded of my adultness several times per day. I see kids on the 16th Street Mall and all I want is for them to pull up their fucking pants. I don’t like to stay up late. I have investments and insurance and warranties and opinions…
Read MoreI choose not to make a giant deal out of 9/11 anniversaries. I remember where I was that day, remember that my dad was in DC on his way to the Capitol that morning and turned around back to his hotel when he heard about the Pentagon on the radio, and that I couldn’t get…
Read MoreI finally have a better understanding of Tim Allen’s shtick from the early 90s nearly 20 years later, and by extension, the male fixation on tools and home repair shit. Owning your own home where the work never seems to stop will do that to you. I love this house, but compared to our condo,…
Read MoreWhile on Scott’s Blog of Doom recently, one of his writers had this question posed to him for the readership to answer: “What artists or movies that someone likes serve as your own litmus test? The litmus test is essentially a non-mainstream artist/movie that hasn’t been shoved down the throat of the public and/or is…
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