Find Me On:
Her business card reads:
cel: wait, don’t you mean my iPhone?
fax: what? you mean my email?
Oh man, this is great. I would absolutely do this. My thing is that I write emails in Times New Roman. 14 pt font. All black. No bolding. No italics. Really bland stuff. And I add so many more words than is necessary. That’s my backhanded way of saying I don’t need your attention.
Yikes, that is upsetting. My cousins are all insanely good at basketball. I have one cousin who spent all summer just practicing half-court shots and today can sink ‘em in with ease.
I, on the other hand, have the worst hand-eye coordination of anyone. Forever alone.
Also disagree with him about how good this season of Mad Men has been. And say you loved <Elizabethtown too. Can’t wait to see what he says.
That movie was gorgeous. I can appreciate a gorgeous movie sans logic.
Sat, this isn’t a music blog!
In related news, that comment party on Stereogum on Friday was pretty entertaining to read.
Personal (and most recent slew of) morning meditations: Wake up, put on Yeezus, brew coffee, brush teeth, get dressed, put coffee in thermos, press pause on Yeezus, press play on my headphones from where Yeezus left off, bike to work, arrive at work, drink coffee, read P4K review of Yeezus, work on today’s crossword, check email, check voicemail, then spend the rest of the morning waiting for the first VG post.
I have fun.
As an adult, I will watch Girl Meets World. And as an adult, I don’t have to give a reason.
Congrats! It’s a good feeling!
Oh yeah! First time in the Ball!
He just looks so natural playing the piano. He was born for this.
Yeah seriously, world. WTF! The only women I can recall in the previews for an upcoming movie are Rhianna getting her butt slapped by Michael Cera. And a very brief cameo by Emma Watson. Not cool.
“Have you seen this, have you heard about this? Jenn and Justin are nudists in their home. They do everything naked! Clean, read, watch TV, even cook! Guess they never heard of bacon.” -Leno
We’re all in agreement about cooking bacon, it seems.
I’d TOTALLY cook naked as long as no one was able to see. Except bacon, I’d wear plenty o’ clothes while cooking bacon.
I’d watch this. I’d preorder the movie. I’d buy the poster. I WANT THIS MADE!
MySpace Executive: Don, how can I convince you to market my son’s band?
Oh man, I’ve been on a Girls kick. I only have their latest on vinyl, but man “Forgiveness” is so worn out already!
Shows are exhausting. All that standing around and nowhere to rest your beer! Get out of here with that! Is this for your Song of the Day blog?
So I guess Kelly got my email.
Yeah, great. Whatever. But are they in talks of a sequel!?!?
Check MyDamnChannel in a few years. Hotspur and I are currently negotiating our salaries: $450,000 a year isn’t too much to ask for, is it? Facetaco will be our finance manager.
Later that evening, at the bar.
Manners: Nice shooting back there. We got those clowns, didn’t we… Ace?
Hotspur: Why do you keep giving me nicknames? Just call me partner or Hotspur, for that matter.
Manners: Roger that, Hotch.
Hotspur & Manners, the new cop drama with a comedic tinge, only on TNT.
Hotspur: Detective Manners, where’s the beef?
Manners: I’ve got a feeling, Hotch, the beef’s in the details.
Some of my favorites are “AWOOGA” (origin: Kelly, as I understand it), “Gene Belcher’s Fart Noise” – SOMEONE PLEASE FIGURE OUT HOW TO SPELL THIS ONE OUT!, and “Yaowza.” When these all become Merriam-Webster words, I will die a happy commenter.