May 2009

Proud to relinquish my title and take second place to new Philadelphia air guitar champion Fender Splendor!

The people behind me on this Bolt Bus are so enamored of the service that I expect an ER stop when they burn their lips on the tailpipe.

Boston Globe's air guitar photos from Wednesday night (boston.com/thingstodo/hotshot…) and WAAF's Windhammer vs. @MikeHsuAAF video (link.brightcove.com/services/play…).

Riding your bike on the sidewalk slower than I'm walking really does not necessitate a helmet and head-to-toe reflective Dayglo.

"How did it go last night? Did you win?" I hold up two fingers. "You won twice?"

Just in time for the Philly regional air guitar championship, here's Part 2 of @m_a_goldberg's interview with me: music.pwblogs.com/2009/05/28/part…

Proud to take second place to three-time Boston air guitar champion McNallica!

Suffocating on the cologne of a cabbie yelling at his phone in French, en route to do an air guitar radio interview. Nothing to see here.

Punched myself in the stomach attempting to remove a clothing tag.

Learning not to leave my phone unattended in @iamjolly's presence.

Remember those amazing scenes of a desolate, abandoned London in 28 Days Later? I'd like to see that in Harvard Square.

Anvil: The Story of Anvil made me smile. A lot.

30 apartments ÷ 2 washer/dryers = WHATASSHOLEPLANETDOYOUCOMEFROMDOINGTWOLOADSATONCEYOUMISERABLESCUMFUCKPIECEOFSHIT?

Nintendo Wii: $250. NES Ninja Gaiden DLC: $5. Friends that not only tolerate but enjoy watching me play through the entire game: priceless.

Why must a TV show's biggest spoilers be clearly displayed by its own DVD menu?

To kick off the air guitar season, here's Part 1 of @m_a_goldberg's Philly Weekly interview with me: music.pwblogs.com/2009/05/22/make…

A message from a coworker hoping to borrow a Zune charger begins with "Yes, I know."

Sad I missed the Wolves in the Throne Room show tonight, but glad it's because I was being productive.

Waiting at the end of time for you.

It has been pointed out a million times, but it still bears repeating: Rain on your wedding day is not irony.

Each day reveals that things are actually more complicated than I thought they were the day before. This will continue for some time.

If someone would write the necessary script, then we could see what percentage of my Twitter stream consists of conditional statements.

Me: "Hey, look, there's a Ferrari." Leah: "What, that minivan?"

I owe Eric Pope a beer for convincing my tired ass to stick around for Peelander-Z. Holy hell, what a show.

Brevity is not the soul of classic rock.

Obama, economic crisis, swine flu? Whatever. If 2009 is remembered for one thing, it will be the invention of the fat mall cop film genre.

Crazy idea. Maybe instead of crusading against sex, we should consider crusading against stupidity?

What is a style but a set of constraints?

I can’t wait to see where this goes.

A Twizzler is not a sprinkle. A Jolly Rancher is not a sprinkle. And a fortune cookie using the present tense is not a fortune cookie.

Coined a new bike term this morning: Near-Door Experience.

Pouring one out for the Chinese Store.

Growing pains.

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit.

Gotta get out of this terrible habit of planning things under the assumption that they'll go smoothly.

Realized tonight that Mike Watt chooses to play with guitarists who sound not like D Boon did, but how he would by now if he had survived.

Nancy Sinatra should really have a talk with the manufacturers of dress shoes.

Overheard: "I can't see a rainbow anymore without being reminded of sodomy."

Receiving my favorite spam subject line ever ("Support your custard launcher") while sitting in a church pew made it all the more magical.

How could I dance with another when I saw Paul Stanley there?

All we are is dust in the wind, dude. Dust. Wind. Dude.

It did not occur to this girl that booking another bus that departs at the exact time this one arrives might not work.

En route to Philly to witness some nuptials, appreciate my mother, and maybe see and hear some Mike Watt.

Moments away from Mastodon.

Overheard: "Thunderdome was great until they saved the Ewoks."

Another year, another failed attempt to get into Pavement.

Just got devoured by vampiric lawyers to demonstrate the frightening consequences of breaking NDA.

Taboo as it was, becoming synonymous with "stupid" made the original usage of "retarded" taboo as well. Now no usage is okay. Seems a waste.

Maybe if I took a physics class, I'd understand how this morning's wind managed to consistently get under the beard and blow it in my face.

Every angry dog growls before eating.

90 minutes later, an MBTA lesson is well learned: If you live in Red Line territory, don't let your bike get a flat in Green Line territory.

Opeth has taken the stage.

Overheard: "The pizza forms a Jack Daniels dam in my lower intestine."

Learning how and when to keep my mouth shut. One painful day at a time.

If I had kids, I would encourage their ambition, but would never allow them to think it possible to neatly fold a fitted sheet.