Category : Entertainment
All the convenience of a stadium built in 1923 with all the charm of one built in 1976. The building itself seemed unfortunate. Was there back in June and, yes, am just now getting around to saying anything about it. Watched the Yankees play the Reds. I gave up Yankee-hating a few years ago and
Because I’m so unqualified to even have an opinion. But partly also because I think it’s important that the world know that I don’t like Bob Marley as much as everyone else in the world does. So there. And I don’t get what anyone sees in Peter Tosh. Probably need to smoke weed to truly
This is like choosing favorite children. OTOH, it always seems vaguely cowardly when people won’t come out and say who their favorite children are. So I was impressed when I was at Melinda’s house in the SF that, when I asked her which of her four (house-)pets was her favorite, she had no trouble answering.
I mean, think about it, there have only ever been, in the whole history of humanity, 255 people who have ever scored higher playing guitar on Gouge Away on the XBox 360 version of Rock Band than me. I rule. bkd
Because my life-goal is to take up every hobby on Earth for a good, solid six-week period. Anyway, here’s me and my new, non-robotic best friend (I have a weird-looking chin now apparently): Here are the vitals: Everything: 2006 vintage. Shimano Dura-Ace components (9×2 gearing). Carbon front fork, seat post (Easton). Mavic Ksyrium (no, not
Prove me wrong. bkd
Because everyone loves it when I pan their favorite movies. And to celebrate canceling my Netflix subscription. For now. Saw these two movies last week. I have this theory as to why critics always like movies like “Juno”. It’s this: movie critics are nerds. Nerds like to watch movies about other misfits. Even if the
Outside of GRAW 2, I mean. And Baldur’s Gate. And Earl Weaver Baseball 1.5. Best game I’ve played in the last three months, then. That work? (Apologies for being late to this party — just got the game a couple weeks ago.) My favorite part of GH3 is when I play it for a while,
(Vince, you out there? How’d I do on my conjugation?) Closed shop on my spec-fic literary magazine dream. Officially. It’s probably been dead since last summer — at least, in my heart. I feel bad for holding onto some stories over that time. It’s probably not the biggest crime ever committed by an editor, but
Saw this movie tonight (King of Kong) — broke my 1-star movie streak. I got a real soft spot in my heart for stories about reasonably successful guys who struggle to defeat the powers of crappiness. I enjoyed seeing video game nerds act as clannish and unpleasant as (or moreso than) anyone — makes sense.