Big Tuna!
Why do guys hate the nickname "big tuna"?
Monday, October 30, 2006
Decemberists - 16 Military Wives
Thank you to Torrey &; Tony for this new lovely addiction.
Update: Great article with Colin Meloy
Thank you to Torrey &; Tony for this new lovely addiction.
Update: Great article with Colin Meloy
Dog people theory
I am wondering about dog people. People who have dogs and they are an extension of each other. Nothing against them -- I rather enjoy them -- I am able to enjoy their dog and don't have any of the fuss or muss. And when I say muss I mean poop.
So, I am wondering if its easier for a dog person to fall in love? Is the dog kind of practice for being in a relationship? I am just trying to think about the people I know in relationships that are dog people -- and I am not entirely sure if this theory is foolproof. But sometimes it seems that a lot fo couples or easy to date people are dog people.
I live in a neighborhood where alot of dog people live. Walking dogs, carrying their baggies of poop, clinging to that leash as if the dog is tethered to them through a life line. If you open yourself up to an animal, what does that say about you as a person?
No real answers here, because I am not sure if there are any. Any one have any of their own observations? Dog or not to dog?
So, I am wondering if its easier for a dog person to fall in love? Is the dog kind of practice for being in a relationship? I am just trying to think about the people I know in relationships that are dog people -- and I am not entirely sure if this theory is foolproof. But sometimes it seems that a lot fo couples or easy to date people are dog people.
I live in a neighborhood where alot of dog people live. Walking dogs, carrying their baggies of poop, clinging to that leash as if the dog is tethered to them through a life line. If you open yourself up to an animal, what does that say about you as a person?
No real answers here, because I am not sure if there are any. Any one have any of their own observations? Dog or not to dog?
Friday, October 20, 2006
WHY?
On the road I stop random places to kill time. Sometimes the Dollar Stores have some hidden treasures in them. This time I came across a rare find.
A pregnancy test.
A pregnancy test.
Texts to amuse
Last night I was at a college fair in NJ. Apparently Maine might as well still be a frozen tundra. And too far, while they hold brouchures for South Carolina and Florida in their hands.
I was threatening to pass out from boredom and I texted some of the finest minds I know to send me something amusing. This is what I received:
I was threatening to pass out from boredom and I texted some of the finest minds I know to send me something amusing. This is what I received:
- Two guys walk into a bar. The third one ducks.
- I saw a 10 foot lobster in Portland and he walked up to me and told me he knew me and I didn't know that I knew any lobsters.
- iTunes now has games.
- Come to our school. Food sucks, we have no parking and you have to drive a half hour to class. (Note: I said none of this)
- Tell them there's lots of places in Maine to hide a body -- that should appeal to a Jersey crowd.
- Picture me running around my apartment naked! Now that is entertainment!
- A picture of an ear (see right)
Friday, October 13, 2006
The wedding of the year, 2006.
It was the only wedding I went to this year so I can say that. But it was still pretty awesome. Saying my family got drunk was an understatement.
Let's tell the story in pictures.

My Aunt Kathy and me. She had to be at work at 4:30 in the AM. She did not make it.

The ONLY picture of the bride I got. Hey, she hired someone for that. More aunts and cousins. What you can't see is my aunt's broken hand. Heels and beers don't mix.

My sister and the boyfriend. You will see him later picking her up off the floor. A lot.

My cousin, Nikki, was doing these faces in the background of pictures all night unoticed by others. This was my favorite of all of them.

Uncle Paul's number one goal of the night was to make Samantha dance. Success!

Samantha down.

Samantha up.

Samantha down again.
Unfortunately, I did not get a picture of when she fell down out of the van. That one she flashed us all.
And the end of the story is: My grandmother got so drunk, that she ended up throwing up, and accidentally flushed her false teeth down the toilet.
Let's tell the story in pictures.

My Aunt Kathy and me. She had to be at work at 4:30 in the AM. She did not make it.

The ONLY picture of the bride I got. Hey, she hired someone for that. More aunts and cousins. What you can't see is my aunt's broken hand. Heels and beers don't mix.

My sister and the boyfriend. You will see him later picking her up off the floor. A lot.

My cousin, Nikki, was doing these faces in the background of pictures all night unoticed by others. This was my favorite of all of them.

Uncle Paul's number one goal of the night was to make Samantha dance. Success!

Samantha down.

Samantha up.

Samantha down again.
Unfortunately, I did not get a picture of when she fell down out of the van. That one she flashed us all.
And the end of the story is: My grandmother got so drunk, that she ended up throwing up, and accidentally flushed her false teeth down the toilet.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Movies that I really want to see
I have been binging on Apple Trailers. Its a site that I forget about for a period of time, but then when I rediscover it, I will browse for periods of time that are probably too long -- but I find appropriate when I am stuck in hotels for hours.


- The Motel
- Driving Lessons
- Jesus Camp
- Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny
- Fur
- Eragon
- Deliver Us From Evil
- The Fountain
- Stranger Than Fiction
- For Your Consideration Inside of everyone there is a pig, an ass and a tiger. You are never sure which one is going to show up.
- The Oh in Ohio
- The Science of Sleep
Observations from the road
1. High schoolers in a certain area of the north east (I am leaving this undisclosed, because it’s irrelevant and I don’t want to piss anyone off) wear more beer t-shirts than I thought existed.
2. The worst t-shirt saying: An awkward morning beats a boring night.
3. I thought Hollister was a high school. Apparently I am wrong, and it’s a clothing line.
4. Because of #3 – I am losing my hip young ness.
5. AirBorne is the best anti-cold medication ever. Just a little tab – to be put in water, not directly in your mouth as I found out the hard way – helps curb many sniffles. I recommend Pink Grapefruit.
6. The new Decemberists album is excellent for driving.
7. Hampton Inn is THE cat’s pajamas. Their beds have created the best not-in-my-own-bed nights sleep that I have ever had.
8. Malls are still boring no matter where you are.
9. I am looking for books to read --- suggestions?
10. Hayden Carruth’s Letters to Jane is an excellent collection of his correspondence with her as she was very ill. He wrote to her not expecting any response, just writing to give her a touchstone to life. Its witty, candid, reflective and I can’t help but love the voyeuristic nature of reading some one’s letters. It feels forbidden – and it makes me wish I could have opened the envelope myself instead of turning the pages in a book. I think I need to explore letter writing more as a medium for my own writing.
11. Emails from friends while I am on the road are appreciated – It’s a little lonely out here sometimes.
2. The worst t-shirt saying: An awkward morning beats a boring night.
3. I thought Hollister was a high school. Apparently I am wrong, and it’s a clothing line.
4. Because of #3 – I am losing my hip young ness.
5. AirBorne is the best anti-cold medication ever. Just a little tab – to be put in water, not directly in your mouth as I found out the hard way – helps curb many sniffles. I recommend Pink Grapefruit.
6. The new Decemberists album is excellent for driving.
7. Hampton Inn is THE cat’s pajamas. Their beds have created the best not-in-my-own-bed nights sleep that I have ever had.
8. Malls are still boring no matter where you are.
9. I am looking for books to read --- suggestions?

10. Hayden Carruth’s Letters to Jane is an excellent collection of his correspondence with her as she was very ill. He wrote to her not expecting any response, just writing to give her a touchstone to life. Its witty, candid, reflective and I can’t help but love the voyeuristic nature of reading some one’s letters. It feels forbidden – and it makes me wish I could have opened the envelope myself instead of turning the pages in a book. I think I need to explore letter writing more as a medium for my own writing.
11. Emails from friends while I am on the road are appreciated – It’s a little lonely out here sometimes.
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