November 2009

My favorite thing about this is actually how they did the titles.

The more TVs there are, the less I want to be there.

There's something really wonderful about a Neko Case album ending with thirty minutes of crickets.

The data entry quiet before the data visualization storm.

Fortifying my music library with the help of @amazonmp3's Black Friday Deals: amazon.com/b/ref=amb_link_861…

"Dicks. Why did it have to be dicks?"

Giving Indiana Jones the ol' dick n' moustache treatment. The Thanksgiving drinking games have begun. yfrog.com/4fr7zpj

Dropping and shattering a six pack on my foot may have been too literal an interpretation of "kicking off the holiday weekend."

How did it take this long for Sarah Palin to trigger the auto-ignore response I cultivated years ago for Ann Coulter?

Melt-Banana didn’t play the Devo song you loudly demanded throughout the show, but my only disappointment is that you’re still breathing.

I’m not usually into fan art/cosplay/whatever, but if you’re at all familiar with BioShock, this is really impressive. I just wish they didn’t use those stupid Photoshop filters on the photos. Also, don’t miss the details on how this costume was made.

One plus two plus two plus one.

Hanging in a buffalo stance.

"She may not be the best looking woman I ever did see." Only Curtis Mayfield could get away with starting a song that way.

This morning's bedhead is best described as "syndicated comic strip hair."

Baroness was really great tonight, but they would have been better if I hadn’t started drinking at 3pm. They should work on that.

Panhandling Tip: Try not to tell your mark how much they look like Osama bin Laden.

Those afraid of doing Khalid Sheikh Mohammed's trial in NYC are the same ones who cheered when W invited terrorists to "bring it on," right?

Midnight Movie Tip: If you live in a college town, wait until summer to go see The Room.

Missing the final note of "A Day in the Life" in The Beatles: Rock Band shouldn't rank among life's greatest disappointments, but it does.

Blue in the face.

When toying with type/lettering ideas, I can now recommend against using the lyrics from The Doobie Brothers' "What a Fool Believes."

At what point does people underestimating your age become less about your spry youthfulness and more about your immaturity?

Aside from allowing you to find your Facebook friends on Xbox Live, Facebook and Twitter on Xbox 360 are completely useless.

Missing Basecamp.

Can we put the whole tag-as-meta-joke trend behind us soon, please?

Finally watched the Mad Men season finale. Holy moly.

Tracing the story of 2009 through the sedimentary layers of a jar of bacon grease.

My compatriots and I are, by far, the most enthusiastic karaoke audience you could ever hope to have.

Hoping the inventor of the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup is fabulously wealthy and, more importantly, happy. They deserve it.

Designers: Take a break and make a list of the design principles used in your current project. You'll be amazed by how much you've learned.

Thinking about the amount of time and effort required to evolve ideas from oblique esoterica to universal canon.

Thinking about charting the percentage growth of offspring photos among my Flickr contacts over the last five years.

Soaking up lots of beer with a massive Lorenzo's slice. God I miss this stuff.

Bolt Busing to Philly with @jasonsantamaria for a belated celebration of @ChamberMonster's birthday.

With all due respect to Mr. Schachter, one of these things is not like the others.

Amazing how joy can hinge on a single letter. A sundae bringeth; a Sunday taketh away.

Ninety minutes. Twelve miles. Six wrong turns. Innumerable Massholes.

Driving in Boston is neither a right nor a privilege. It is a punishment.

The Boston Globe has declared Harmonix the third best place to work in Boston! boston.com/bostonworks/topwor…

Fine. Whatever. Subway doors closing in my face just means I get more time with Andrew W.K.

Four hours of meetings today. I quote Dr. Marvin Monroe: "This is not the way to get healthy!"

Having an Ani DiFranco song stuck in my head can only mean it is @ChamberMonster's birthday today.

Nice. I vacate my seat on the subway for an elderly man with a cane, and another perfectly able-bodied man hops right in.

Netflix's rating/recommendation system needs a way to express "so bad it's good."

My first Halloween as a guitar student made the traditional Misfits marathon a staccato affair, pausing every song to learn how to play it.