Greece, in all its delightfully ancient and mountainous glory
Since Jack outed my online Greece photos on that other blog, I finally got my butt in gear and cleaned up my photostream.
It is no longer June.
Since Jack outed my online Greece photos on that other blog, I finally got my butt in gear and cleaned up my photostream.
At a dive bar in Logan Square last night over tater tots and Delirium Tremens beer:
Not drunk female friend: "You know, your ass looks great in those jeans."
Me (a little puzzled but strangely intrigued): "Well, you can touch it if you play your cards right."
And, if you enjoy a good tot, one that is delightfully fried and crispy on the outside and hot and succulent in the middle, I suggest you get yourself to Quenchers on Fullerton and Western. For $3, you can have yourself about 1,000 of these little suckers. They're a little stingy on the ketchup, so be sure to ask for more. Don't order the tots with "The Works," because you'll end up with a lot of cheese (which is good), but also with about a gallon of sour cream (which is bad, depending on your feelings toward sour cream), which I made the mistake of accidentally flinging across the bar when I attempted to dispose of it.
So, Mark and I are driving back from Delphi to Nafplio in Greece last week. We've narrowly missed being squashed by other drivers, oh, a dozen times at least. Then some dudes in a pair of cars start daring each other to do ridiculous stunts at high speeds (120+ km/hr). Um. Yeah. Mark suggested after the fact that I should've flashed them. Alas.
This Hollywood Reporter article about the television industry's contradictory reactions to the advent of YouTube contains perhaps the dumbest metaphor I've ever seen:
The media establishment's schizophrenic attitude toward YouTube reflects the undeniable promotional power of viral video, which sends clips bouncing around the Internet's young-adult user base like a beach ball at a Nickelback concert.
Random Guy 1: So are you gay or just haven't found the right woman?Oddly, this was not the first time I've been asked if I was gay at a gay bar/party.
Me: Uh... both?
RG1: Oh... My friend was interested in you.
Me: Guy or girl?
RG1: Girl.
Me: Oh, yeah, not so much.
RG1: Not so much, eh? *walks away*
Random Guy 2: That was the cheesiest pick up line ever.
Me: Thank you!
But can you blame me?.
I'd expect to read that on The Onion, not CNN.

Well this explains how Brokeback Mountain lost for Best Picture (couresy Towleroad).
Also, the USA Today What You Didn't See At the Oscars.
My brother (the degenerate) is now certified to grow marijuana in the state of Oregon.
That is all.
Bride No. 1's College-Age Brother: "It's OK. If you catch one of the bouquets, I'll be your fall boy. I mean, we can have fun for 55 hours, like Britney Spears and that guy."
Me [making air quotes]: "55 hours of heaven. Whatever."
Bride's Brother: "I just expect blood on the sheets."