January 2009
Braving the character-building wind in Manhattan tonight, heading into Madison Square Garden. Have a Happy New Year everyone! :)
December 2008
And the sun sets over the Major Deegan Expressway.
I gotta say… I’m OFFICIALLY ready for TWO-THOUSAND-HATE to be over and done with!!! Stupidest year ever.
Listening to Freestyle and eating a wedge in Money Earnin’ Mount Vernon. Reunion… BIG TIME.
It’s only a matter of time before I decimate my 56 cousins in the karaoke battle and win my uncle’s respect once and for all!
Candypants internet Crack addict: I tethered my Blackberry Bold with my Macbook Pro late last night and now livin’ NERD LARGE! @t - Holla!!!
Headed to East Coast. Stranded in Denver airport, customer service line for 2 hours. But! Life works in weird ways…
The customer service agent that just helped me in Denver — we have the same first AND last names (which are an uncommon combination)!!!
Taking a chance on this flight to Baltimore tonight, and circumventing Chicago completely.
Listening to high school gym makeout music with no hand to hold. This sucks.
On deck, at the soundboard, various knob fiddling and overmodulation, soundcheck for Julie Plug at Broadway Studios tonight at 10PM.
DANCING AND TWIITERING AT THE SAME TIME!!!
BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE OH NOES must be an AZN party
How Come Will Smith Never Gets the Girl? →
Interesting article on how Hollywood seems to asexualize black men, even for the most mainstream of African-American actors.
7-hour meeting on a Saturday in a Victorian built in 1884. Wood in this house is all Cuban Mahogany, which is extinct. Amazing house.
Think if I went to the Target in Daly City they’d be playing the De La Hoya vs. Pacquiao fight on every TV in there? You bet your ass.
Guess the users were more important. #6wordepitaph
OH: “If technology ever was capable of doing that, I would be balls deep in it.”
Redonkulous! Just paid $2.03/gal for 91 octane gas in West San Jose; spent under $20 total for a full tank. Regular was $1.81/gal. Wow.
Baby’s First Internet - The Morning News →
Dealing with O.P.P. = Other People’s Pregnancies. Sigh.