July 2010

All I wanted was a Pepsi. Just one Pepsi.

36-hour moving day, 250 miles, 1 Snickers bar, 0 sleep. My first night in Brooklyn was an unplanned collapse on @jasonsantamaria’s couch.

Goodbye, Boston. Sorry it didn’t work out. Maybe next time.

My space-efficient movers are Russian. Tetris is Russian. Coincidence? Nyet.

Bidding tearful farewell to childhood remnants I just can’t justify holding onto anymore.

Right on schedule, I have reached the Doubt stage in the process of upending my life.

My favorite alphabetical juxtaposition in my music collection is Carnivore and The Carpenters. What’s yours?

This guy has been freaking the fuck out in French outside my window for the last ten minutes. Someone call La Sûreté Nationale.

Saxophone Muzak Beatles makes Rob something something.

Dreading packing a little less thanks to this article about what will be my new neighborhood in less than a week: nyti.ms/9D1cWU

Just passed Zakk Wylde on I-95.

Coverage of the @usairguitar National Finals on Rachel Maddow: msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/ns/…

If anyone knows who is responsible for the sound made by an ironing board as it unfolds, could you arrange for me to punch them in the face?

Windhammer choked tonight, but there was no stopping Romeo Dance Cheetah, who I’m happy say is the 2010 @usairguitar champion!

Backstage prep for the @usairguitar National Finals. — at The Fillmore At Irving Plaza gowal.la/r/WyPD

Atop a roof in Williamsburg, sharing food and drink with too many outstanding air guitarists to name, hosted by the esteemed William Ocean.

Okay, Inception was extremely enjoyable, but a lot of people have way too much shit in their pants over it.

One minute into Lady in the Water—which I already expected to be laughably terrible—and I’m already stunned by the depths of its stupidity.

Just signed the lease on my first Brooklyn apartment. People of Fort Greene, you will have a new neighbor in two weeks.

The @usairguitar National Finals are in NYC in one week! Get tickets! 2010finals.eventbrite.com Wear a Windhammer t-shirt! windhammer.spreadshirt.com

Not that they owe it to me, but between @DischordOrders and @amazonmp3, guess who let me re-download the MP3s I lost to hard drive failure?

Surrounded by file footage of George Steinbrenner on an eternal loop. Seriously, Boston, drink with me at Charlie’s before I start swinging.

This day demands to be ended with a lot of beer. Join me. — at Charlie's Kitchen gowal.la/r/wZTK

Does a hard drive failure ever happen while one is actually keeping up with his backup schedule? Neat trick, cosmos.

Dogtown and Z-Boys’ filmmakers’ boundless awe for their subjects makes more sense once you realize that the subjects are the filmmakers.

Lessons learned from the guys working on my building: 1) An insane amount of noise can be made sans power tools. 2) Rock radio still blows.

♪ “My name is Lucifer. Please take my hand.” I’ve always loved how Black Sabbath’s Lucifer is a proper English gentleman. Pip, pip, cheerio!

Intentional or not, there’s interesting subtext in the way Toy Story’s technology and sibling art direction have grown up with the series.

Irony: The more semantic of the two solutions to my HTML problem involves a somewhat complicated table.

On choosing a solution: Pragmatism is about efficiency. Pedantry is about exploration. Match the solution to the goal.

Torn between design solutions. A: Acceptably pragmatic HTML and easy CSS. B: Complete pedantry. Granular, semantic HTML and nightmarish CSS.

Windhammer t-shirts. You want ’em, you got ’em. windhammer.spreadshirt.com Best worn here: 2010finals.eventbrite.com

Can’t decide if this weather is more like being inside a mouth or an ass. Remind me again why I decided not to move to San Francisco?

96 hours, 3 cities, 2 buses, 4 subway trains, 3 cabs, 2 cars, 1 plane, 5 brokers, 5 apartments, 3 concerts, 24 friends, 5 family members.

“Why did Red Hot Chili Peppers go ‘Under the Bridge’? There was a plate of shit there that they wanted to jack off into.” — Neil Hamburger

Last time I saw Faith No More, I didn’t know how to make a web site, and Limp Bizkit opened. Tonight’s was a better show for a better time.

Each car in the Hooters parking lot represents at least one person who thought, “It would be a good idea for me to eat at Hooters.”

This game can’t come soon enough.

Stellar night of quality karaoke with my now-former coworkers. Lump in my throat.