December 2010

Twin Peaks marathon with @ChamberMonster, @jasonsantamaria, and @meganborn. Assigning each other roles in our forthcoming series remake.

“I feel like I’m on the boardwalk.” @ChamberMonster has gotten her first dose of Enforcer.

1300 pages of Raymond Chandler and a down blanket. Merry Christmas.

“For when I die, the universe will die with me.” When your sister makes you get up before dawn on a holiday, the soundtrack is Agalloch.

Playing the shit out of some “Amazing Grace” on my new ukulele, courtesy of my wonderful @ChamberMonster.

For perhaps the first time ever, I have successfully timed the depletion of all perishables to coincide with a few days out of town.

My kingdom for a method of flossing that is not a gigantic pain in the ass.

Whoa, one of Philly’s best bands, the long-dormant Technician, stirs! Fingers crossed for a new record and some shows. mysp.ac/fMRjGA

Just discovered NYC’s glam metal revival scene. I won’t begrudge them their fun, but the second time around just seems like a costume party.

It’s that time again. Trash your RSS subscriptions, enjoy two weeks of radio silence, and see what feeds you come back to in the new year.

Sigh.

In a career like this, it’s interesting to try to pinpoint the moment when the question changes from "How can I keep doing stuff I love to do?" to "How can I keep people paying attention to me?"

As always, this is essential year-end viewing.

From a distance, I mistook a homeless person on a bench for a pile of trash. Republican slip.

Modern Family is surprisingly solid, but it’s hard not to dream of how much better it would be if Gloria never spoke.

If you didn’t know, @beep and I are really, really cool. flic.kr/p/8ZELFC

Back to Google Reader’s default web app after trying Reeder and Pure Reader. Still seeking the right balance of features, flow, and looks.

I wonder if the world record fingernail guy has a personality as off-putting as this woman. Like, maybe it’s the inevitable consequence of crippling yourself for financial gain.

Oh man. A free four-song live EP from my favorite band, Low, in a Dutch church with an effing choir. Goosebumps. chairkickers.com/live-at-eindhove…

Hoping for a data recovery Christmas miracle. — at Tekserve gowal.la/c/35w5R

For months, Ms. Rodriguez was unable to get much traction with any of the law enforcement entities she had called as she coped with Mr. Borker’s verbal and written attacks. Now, there seems to be a competition to punish him.

The lesson here? If you want shit to get done, get the press involved.

No need to click through. Just check out the abstract.

My @studiomates have outdone themselves for the holidays. Fantastic decorations! flickr.com/photos/oakmade/set… Custom stockings! flickr.com/photos/oakmade/set…

Pondering the appropriate beverage to pour out for a guy in the sky, taken today before his time. Rest in peace, Jake.

Looks like I’ll be gearing up for another road trip.

How did all these starry-eyed critics miss the irony that This Is Spın̈al Tap is about a million times more honest than Almost Famous?

My attempts to expunge this fly from my apartment are about to take a turn for the Tom and Jerry.

The song is bland as hell, but the video is really, really well done.

What percentage of the intellectual material you absorb and comprehend now would you have fully understood five years ago? Ten years ago?

May Cowboys & Aliens and The Beaver be the final nails in the coffin of Hollywood’s self-awareness. Let the giants fall spectacularly.

A thousand times, yeesh.

I am so confused. How/why did this happen? Who the fuck are those three doofuses that keep popping up?

If your cookie recipe can’t be linked to and/or won’t fit in a tweet, please send it to rob@robweychert.com.

Hey internet! Please send this novice baker delicious, low-fuss cookie recipe suggestions. Free cookies shipped to the winner(s)!

If change is the only constant, why is it so hard to become the awesome person I want to be? (No pep talks, please.)

My former roommate. He knew that my bedroom door couldn’t fully close and had to be wedged into the frame. So, every morning around 6:30, he would run down the hall full steam and throw all of his weight against the door to open it. Then he would stand on my chest and yell in my face until I fed him. Sometimes he would land on my stomach when he jumped up on the bed—it… See more →

My inner ten-year-old’s brain just exploded.

With the announcement of Grammy nominations comes the indictment of a culture addicted to hollow pageantry.