Month: January 2004

  • Bow Down To Jessica…

    …who had a much better time with Kiefer at Vermont than we did. The man must own a part of the restaurant, because when we were waiting with him in the parking lot, the valet shouted, “See you tomorrow, Kiefer!”

  • Burning the Midnight Oil

    A rare midnight post. I’m working at “Reality Show Coming To a Television Near You That There’s A 68% Chance Dan Will Have To Recap At Some Point.” In the past, this is when I’d fill my break with cigarettes and coffee. If there’s one thing I miss about my days at IBM years and…

  • “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap–“

    I like how long people have to hold that first note of “Happy Birthday” while they wait for the rest of the room to join in. So help me in wishing Dan a happy birthday.

  • Adding one more post here

    Adding one more post here to knock the Cal picture off the main page. I don’t want to be a cat blog.

  • This Is My Job.

    Sara, Frank, Steph and Stee are upstairs. I am down with the computers, burning a copy of The Breeders’ “Pod” for Frank, because he’s never heard it and thinks the Breeders don’t deserve the fame that overshadowed Frank Black’s solo career. Cal is freaking out next to me, and I have had too much wine.…

  • Dan writes a speech called “Phish: The First Four Albums”

    You know how certain, seemingly inconsequential things you learn about people just tend to stick in your mind after your hear them once? Well, one of the things I’ve always known about Pam is that she doesn’t like watching sports on TV because of the constant hum of crowd noise in the background, which can…

  • I should not be writing here.

    I am in between my to-do list of things to write today. But since the recap I turned in three hours ago is already posted, clearly I am not working as quickly as some of my friends are today. I’m supposed to be writing a few things, and the next six weeks of my life…

  • Gilmore Girls Recap: The Nanny and the Professor

    Oh, The Weather Outside Is Frightful — So let the bed-hopping begin. Paris cuts class and cheats on her boyfriend with her professor, and she’s dying to tell Rory all about it. Lorelai has sex with Digger, but would rather die than tell her parents. Michel has a babysitting experience so disturbing, it’s surely going…

  • Maybe it wasn’t Cal. But

    Maybe it wasn’t Cal. But

    Maybe it wasn’t Cal. But sadly, this is.

  • Hi.

    Hi, hi, hi. What good is a blog if you don’t occasionally post after you’ve had some wine, while stee plays Tony Hawk next to you, when you’re just about to go to bed? That’s why they invented blogs, so it’s easy enough that you can see what I’d write if I ever wrote entries…