Category: Blog

  • Remember me?

    your sweat is still on my carpet. Dear Billy Blanks ™, Hi. Uh, I guess the first thing I should do is list my excuses, right? Do you want to hear them first, or last? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the words, “I’ve been busy” three thousand times over the past couple of years.…

  • Possibly Too Much Information

    you make the call. First: I’m incredibly pissed off that 98.9 KJFK seems to have just disappeared and become a Soft Rock station, taking with it my only chance to listen to Howard Stern. Between that and the “Downtown Jam,” the incredible meltdown of the Austin road system — where they’ve closed off almost all…

  • What I Do For Weezer

    how to survive an all-day music festival Eric comes home today, so I spent the day making my house look like I haven’t thrown three frat parties here while he was gone. Yesterday I spent all day at 101xFest. Ten hours outside in the heat just to see one band: Weezer. I hadn’t been to…

  • Postcards from the Edge

    really, no labor anywhere around here The Night Before Hi. I leave tomorrow morning, but I thought it’d be a good idea to go out and have some fun before I leave. I mean, it’s Friday night, right? I’m just going to go out and have some dinner and drinks with my friends, dammit, because…

  • No Labor

    that’s the plan, anyway Late update today. Sorry. Kicking off Labor Day weekend a bit early, which is nice. So, it’s been 104-106 around here every day, which is unacceptable, if you ask me. It causes me to shed.

  • on being funny

    and some hate mail Someone asked me today, “Where do you think your wit comes from?” People don’t generally like that question answered with a joke, so I gave my usual, “I work very hard on it,” answer, but it got me thinking. Where did my funny come from?

  • Carma

    a matter of time, i know. Okay. Deep breath. It was bound to happen. It’s probably a good thing that it happened. It needed to happen, maybe, even, kinda. There is a scratch. On the car.

  • A Quiet Time

    and Taylor checks in. Happy Birthday, Mommy. Hope the new job isn’t working you too hard. So, I mentioned briefly yesterday that I lost my voice. I really lost my voice, though, and I can always tell when it sounds bad because the following always happens:

  • Post Vegas Recap

    with the amount of time i spent in the spa you wouldn’t think it was possible to be this sore I’m back. Best. Trip. Ever. No, really, I had a great time. My mother said to me on our flight into Vegas, “Don’t you think it will be strange meeting a bunch of people that…