June 2010

Today is my last day at Harmonix. I am moving to Brooklyn, NY in August to do my own thing. Details and a new site coming soon.

Ozzy Osbourne’s “Slow Down” has inspired me to make a playlist of montage music. This is going to be awesome.

You would think that an all-powerful, omniscient being that created a vast universe would be a better communicator.

Dear Angry Motorist,
Sorry I delayed your red light arrival by two seconds. If your life is a race, let me help you get to the end faster.

Biking in Cambridge flic.kr/p/8educU

Scratch that Facebook chess complaint. Chess.com is now integrated with the FB app, and the frame I saw was a transition hiccup.

Oh, cute, now the Chess app on Facebook just loads Chess.com in a scrolltastic frame. What an excellent idea.

UI customization hacks aren’t usually my thing, but if there’s a way around iOS 4’s icky folder icon system, I’m in.

If it's not an Xlerator or Dyson Airblade, I'll just use my pants, thanks.

Restrained myself from purposely startling a fellow cyclist into dropping his phone. Can't decide if that's success or failure.

Watched The House of the Devil. Considered voting it most boring horror film ever. Learned Ti West also made Trigger Man. Calling it a draw.

Finally saw Altered States. It was like early Cronenberg with Hollywood money, and a studio mandate that the ending be flubbed hard.

Dude. Kid. The train has stopped again for the same reason as the other fifty times it stopped in the last five minutes. Give it a rest.

Not only do I insist on wearing giant sunglasses that fit over my regular glasses, but I have a brand.

“Henry & Glenn Forever” + “Out of Stock” = “Sad Face” microcosmpublishing.com/catalog/z…

Subsisting on a steady diet of mid-’90s post-hardcore, perhaps trying to channel a certain something from my college years.

My Designing Obama book arrived today. I can't wait to look at it after I'm done smelling it.

Must I be so lonely in the knowledge that Band of Horses is thoroughly boring? Brothers and sisters, let me hear your voices!

"They're real lilypads! Like what you see when you play the game at the boardwalk!" — @ChamberMonster

My iPhone now has a huge crack in its screen. This is the kind of thing that's only supposed to happen to other people.

Maybe I would be more interested in sports if it were possible for sportscasters to ever stop talking.

Overheard: "Can you believe he pulled that chick? She was deece."

Surveying the Lakers' victory from the lap of luxury. Quite a final night in LA — at The Standard Hotel - Rooftop Bar gowal.la/r/8MwC

Day 1 of E3 complete. This is the biggest, most extravagant sausage party I have ever attended.

And the radio man laughs, because the radio man fucks a model too. — at LAX Los Angeles International gowal.la/r/5Do7

The whistling guy on the bus seems to be making a medley of "The Girl from Ipanema" and the "Doogie Howser, MD" and Tecmo Bowl themes.

So sad.

How have I ever managed to make any friends? flic.kr/p/8a5CjP

A work of graphic design receives no greater care than when one sets the words "I fucked up" in large display type for an audience of one.

I’m not a Scott Pilgrim fan, but this looks crazy fun.

Yowza.

Sobering ride home. Adolescent power fantasy about introducing that brazen BMX dipshit to the business end of my U-lock.

Wait, people still go to the Google home page?

Offering an open invitation for the Westboro Baptist Church to picket my funeral when I die. No joke, I'd consider it a badge of honor.

Huge news today for Rock Band fans! usatoday.com/tech/gaming/2010…

Mr. T pities the fools who made the A-Team movie: uk.news.yahoo.com/1/20100607/ten-…

Great review of a deluxe reissue of one of the best records of the 90s.

Getting seriously giddy over the narrative richness of my iTunes Music Library XML file.

Tonight's Futureheads setlist distribution: The Futureheads: 7, Area EP: 1, News and Tributes: 2, This Is Not the World: 3, The Chaos: 7.

As far as I can tell, the Get Mail button in Mail.app is the equivalent of a crosswalk button at a traffic light. Total placebo.

Finished Alan Wake. Its hype-to-delivery ratio is one of the most staggering I've ever seen. What a waste of time.

The shape of Chicago looks like Lyle Lovett in profile.

Sunday morning medicine courtesy of Gillian Welch.

Conan tour bus. All-nighter. Shit is crazy. Next stop: Sleep.

The only way to improve a visit from @trammell is to include a visit from @ConanOBrien.

My #firstconcert was Lollapalooza ’92 (Red Hot Chili Peppers, Ministry, Ice Cube, Soundgarden, Jesus and Mary Chain, Pearl Jam, Lush).

Pretty weary of Them and Us. Ready for some more Us.

The crowd here is reminding me of why it took me so long to bother checking out The National. — at House of Blues gowal.la/r/dNa

There are not enough dicks in the universe for House of Blues to suck.

Thank you all for the birthday wishes. You've made this day a bright spot in my relentless stampede toward death.

Writing some heartfelt lyrics for the Comcast hold music.

I love this so, so much.

This is going to keep me smiling all day: wimp.com/wronggig

Today I learned that Auntie Anne's is in the business of selling sticks of butter with emaciated pretzels inside them.

A sleepless red eye flight proved the perfect environment to finally spend some quality time with The National. Consider me convinced.

Adios, San Francisco. You were lovely as always. My thanks to your denizens for their tremendous hospitality.