Monday, January 29, 2007

Max, What A Perv

The whole "The Max" situation is definitely mysterious. Your point about having a magician/waiter running the place, who is abnormally attached too much to high school kids, echo my thoughts exactly. Wouldn't their parents wonder why this guy spends all of his time with high school kids? I can just see him using magic as an excuse to lure kids into his van. "You know, Kelly, the equipment needed to saw you in half is in the back of my van. Why don't you hop in and take a look at it?" Max, what a perv. By the way, I always thought his magic tricks sucked.
--Paul, supporting my views on "Saved By The Bell"

Sunday, January 28, 2007

I Beg, I Beg And Plead

This was taken back in November as I karaoked "Clocks".




I dare you to find a more accurate Chris Martin impersonation.

Or a more accurate Han-Solo-frozen-in-carbonite impression.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Wincing The Night Away

I had a terrible night's sleep last night. I had a cold, and was unsuccessfully coughing a lot, but the worst part was the slightly-out-of-consciousness dreamworld inspired by my bedtime reading.

Take it from this guy: you don't want to half-dream about the horrors of Sudan all night. It's pretty bogus. Last night didn't crack my all-time top five Worst Nights of Sleep, but it could be in the top ten.

Coming Soon: My all-time top five Worst Nights of Sleep.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Digitized Life

I've spent a good part of 2007's weekends ripping my CDs to mp3. The most irritating part of this process involves the few rap and R&B albums I own -- deleting the skits found at the end of songs.

I can't imagine why rap artists decided that their albums should be half music and half radioplay. For example, Lauryn Hill's debut album, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, was strong enough to earn her a Grammy award for Best New Artist. All Grammy jokes aside, everyone involved with making that album had to know that it was outstanding. So why did she (or her producer, or her record label) decide that its was necessary to supplement those songs? And my god, why did they choose to supplement them with an extensive, philosophy-meets-Kids-Say-The-Darndest-Things conversation about love between Wyclef Jean and schoolchildren?

Other notes:

*If you're saving your files at any bit rate less than 192 kpbs, I hate you.

*People don't love iPods, they love having all of their music in one place.

*Now that I've ripped those 6 Dave Matthews Band songs I still enjoy, I can sell back their first two albums. It's been a long time coming.

*Should I ever own and iPod or other digital audio player, I can't wait for the moment when someone drills down on my Sheryl Crow, and sees that I have selections from nearly all of her albums. I will be very popular.

*Michael Showalter made references to both of these artists during his standup appearance last fall. Sheryl Crow was the funnier bit:

I hide Sheryl Crow songs under "Cat Power" in my iPod. People see it and go, "Oh my God! You like Cat Power?"

"Yeah, totally, she's the best!"

"What's your favorite song?"

"I know, right?!"

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Magnified Life

In the 8th grade, I tried on a classmate's glasses. Stacey, widely considered the second-most attractive of the class' six females, said they looked good on me, and that I should get a pair for myself.

Stacey went on to marry a cousin of mine and have his babies. And, as we all now know, I went on to develop hyperopia.

MONDAY: I pick up my Columbia-framed lenses.

TUESDAY: My boss describes my new look as "distinguished".

WEDNESDAY: A co-worker compares me to Clark Kent, a pathetic nerd whose life is worthwhile only when he removes his glasses.

The dream is dead.


* * *

Good reading on the internet today.

Dan Kennedy is my favorite regular contributor to the McSweeney's website. His latest effort is typically fantastic:
As we discussed last year at the beginning of our business relationship, investment is risk. That is to say, markets are constantly fluctuating; the economy is often volatile in times of war; I tend to drink; stocks and commodities are not fixed-value assets; larger firms are constantly affecting the market share and value of an independent fund like ours; a sex worker is involved in my benders; because of an understood inherent risk, investments are not underwritten or insured by the FDIC; a recessive economy has affected certain markets that we both agreed to invest aggressively in; I have a cocaine habit; and, overall, now more than ever, there are no "secrets" to generating wealth, just cold, hard truths.
Pop Candy has an excerpt from a new book that was nice:
At midnight, I gave her the poems.

"What’s going on?" she asked.

"Well, the last word in the first line is a trochee, and it rhymes with the end of the next line. So 'catachresis' rhymes with 'fleece.'"

"No, what’s going on?'"

"In a catachresis?"
Finally, lawrence.com has an article that is all about Spangles advertising, which is hilarious only because of its depth, and of absolutely no interest to anyone outside of the eastern half of Kansas.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Visual Aids

Way back in 2005, I wrote about some Oklahoma City hijinks. The exciting story concluded when I managed to break in to Brian's apartment.

When I visited that apartment again in October '06, I took a few pictures to document the amazing feat.









First, Family-Circus-style, is the route I took to reach Brian's patio door.
















Second, in a view from the balcony, an amazed Jack Serpentine beholds the bricks that held my feet.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Unbarleyvable

If you ever think to yourself, "The weather is terrible, so I'll just stay inside and cook some lamb and barley stew," don't double the receipe. Lamb and barley stew is a very hearty meal; a high volume of lamb and barley stew is not consumed as easily as, say, an equal volume of vegetable beef stew. You will have a ton of lamb and barley stew left over, and you will think to yourself, "I am already tired of eating this lamb and barley stew." And you will pray tomorrow will be different.

But it won't. The weatherman is relentless with his forecast, and the refrigerator didn't get this far by losing precious cargo. You're on the line for a doubled stew receipe. This is your Vietnam.

You think about mistakes you've made in the past, culinary and otherwise. The speeding ticket in Osage County. This is worse. The beef brisket that was 10 minutes overdone. This is worse. The oatmeal that spilled over while being microwaved. This is worse. Ordering the twice-cooked pork instead of the seasame chicken. This is worse. The double-dribble penalty against Andale's 8th grade team. This is worse.

This is the worst mistake you've ever made. You think about mistakes others have made, culinary and otherwise. The bacon Floyd burned. This is not as bad. Earnest Byner's fumble. This is not as bad. Your father's failed brownies. This is not as bad. Vietnam. This is not as bad.

You get to thinking you're pretty hot shit, and you've got solid data to back it up. You're invincible. You've got to spread the news. You're going to look up your old girlfriends, and let them know what they're missing -- the most brilliant mind since Lex Luthor. You'll have to explain who that is, and how his plans were always foiled by The Man of Steel, and how you're actually better than the fictional villan. Your plans are executed without fail (sans the lamb and barley stew). You have a complete head of hair. You are not a character in a comic book. You are real.

She'll try to call bullshit -- some existential tangent, "Is it really better to be real? What is real? What is reality? What is is?" You'll be reminded of why you broke up with her in the first place, unless it's your high school girlfriend, who broke up with you. Or your college girlfriend. Or your last girlfriend.

You are perfect but alone, and you are stuck with a lot of lamb and barley stew.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Handy Towels

People without hand towels in your bathrooms -- how the fuck do you live?

Get a clue.

Infor-Matt-ion

My friend Matt is mentioned from time to time around here. If you'd like to read my recent interview with Matt, please do.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Goodbye, Columbus

News from Paul in Ohio:
I was really disappointed by the rioting (or lack thereof) down here last night. Even with the beating OSU took, I thought I could look forward to angry rioters, which can be just as destructive as victorious rioters. In the end, nothing major happened, and I will have to wait yet another year in hopes of witnessing a riot.

I watched the game in a bar just outside Columbus, and I have to say that I've never the energy level higher in a bar (following Ginn's opening kickoff return) and then have it completely destroyed within 90 minutes. By halftime, the looks of dejection were amazing. If I had been smart, I would have taken some pictures for your website. You know it's a high level of comedy when a 45 year old man seriously looks suicidal while wearing a t-shirt that says "Fear the Nut" (in reference to the Buckeye tree nut). This kind of thing cannot be scripted.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Columbian On-The-Nose Candy

I made arrangements to purchase the Columbia frames this morning. Glasses are expensive. Especially when you get the lenses and whatnot in there.

The eyeglasses lady recognized me as the guy that took pictures earlier in the week. As we completed our transaction, the Columbia's lay on a table, between us.

"I know these frames will look great on you, because you have delicate features," she said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I didn't say. Delicate features? Is an Adam's apple that juts out 2 inches delicate? Is incredibly dense stubble delicate? Is a chin dimple delicate? Is it these soft brown eyes? Why do you have 6 earrings in one ear? What's that tattoo on your back? How old are you? How did you get this job? Are you turned on right now? Because I'm ready to rock this shit, lady. I am ready. When I come back here in a week, and we sit here again, and you lean over this table, and you look into these soft brown eyes as you perfect the frames' fit, we are going to have a bona fide moment. I am going to be turned on, and you... you are going to fucking freak out. Your knees will become weak, and you'll have to sit down, and then I'll be the one leaning in, my face hovering aside yours. The breathless anticipation will seem to go on forever, and you'll forget everything you knew about insurance reimbursement and UV lens coating and manufacturer's warranties. You'll see me in those Columbias, and you'll see a man that is marriage material. And then you'll mention something about your kid, the result of some fling with an aspiring singer-songwriter who sports a pair of Jhanes Barnes, and I'll lose interest, and you'll wonder if you can ever love again. You'll be horny the rest of the day, too.

I want to thank all of the people that took time to comment, email, and even call me to discuss my eyewear. It is comforting to know that you care enough to keep me looking presentable. A special thanks to all those that voice an opinion even though they're unlikely to ever see these glasses. (NOTE: This is not a reference to imminent suicide; I'm simply speaking geographically.)

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Hey Glasses! Continued

First, let me say that I know this is terribly exciting, and a totally worthwhile use of your time, and not at all stupid or boring.

Now. Between the comments left on the blog and the notes emailed to me, BCBG whole is the front-runner, followed closely by Columbia. I am not certain which I will choose. But that's okay, because I'm also uncertain as to when the shop is open, and when I can go to buy these motherfuckers.

Corinne took a few wide shots of the leading candidates before we decided to zoom in. Here's a final look at the leading candidates, accompanied by my imagined life wearing each pair:

BCBG WHOLE

--"Hey brah!"

--"Hey."


--"Nice Vans."


--"Thanks. Skate or die, dude."


--"What kind of deck are you rockin'?"


--"Oh, no -- I actually don't skate. I just wear Vans. Running shoes make my feet hurt."


--"Ah, that's cool, brah. So what's the name of your band?"


--"Oh, yeah -- sorry again, but I'm not actually in a band. I can't even play an instrument."


--"Ah, that's cool, brah. So what level of art history do you teach?"


--"I don't teach. I mean, I
get art and everything, but I'm actually not a grad student or a post-doc fellow or anything. Sorry."

--"Mah. Buh. Wha. But. You are headed to the Bourgeois Pig, though, right?"


--"No. I'm actually on my way to the car wash."


--"You have a car?!"


COLUMBIA



--"Hi. My name is Dan."



--"Dan, your pick-up lines are as boring as your taste in eyewear. You will never see my awesome nude body."



--"My name is Dan."

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Hey Glasses!

Right. So my eyes have been bothering me lately -- wanting to unfocus, twitching, hurting -- and it's been a real bringdown. There isn't a lot you can do when your eyes hurt. You can't read, you can't properly watch television, you can't spy on neighbors with binoculars. Bringdown. Enter the optometrist, who says I can get some reading glasses, reduce the strain, and feel better. He might be full of beans, but I can't know for sure until the old college try.

Today (thanks, Gerald!) I went to try on some frames. Corinne helped to photograph the experience, and the results are below. I'd appreciate your input. Which do you hate? Which do you not hate? Rank your preferences. Like when you vote for the Heisman. Or don't. Whatever. Help. Feel free to comment on what the glasses make me look like: an accountant, a bass player, an asshat, etc.

And please keep in mind that I'm not trying to look like The Guy Who's Wearing Really Hip Frames, I'm just trying to look like The Attractive Guy Who Happens To Be Wearing Glasses.

Also, and I'm speaking primarly to the gentlemen here, I'd like these frames to say, "Now there's a guy that I don't feel like beating to within an inch of his life."


TED BAKER


JHANE BARNES


CONVERSE (Yes, Converse.)


COLUMBIA


BCBG (whole)


BCBG (half)

Now get out there and VOTE! I'm going to tally this nonsense at the end of the week.