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  • March 1, 2015

    I’m not a line person. And by that I mean I’m not the type of person who will stand in line for an event…pretty much for any reason whatsoever. When I was younger and I wanted to stand in the front row at a Smashing Pumpkins show or a Weezer show I would line up hours before events. I once left my hometown to […]

  • February 22, 2015

    Well, weren’t those Oscars something? No? Oh, okay. Never mind then. In all honesty, though, I’ve seen most of this year’s nominees and my predictions were pretty far off. I guess, in the major categories, my votes would have gone to Patricia Arquette (if only because she was in True Romance, one of the greatest films of all time – and also because of that […]

  • February 17, 2015

    I was having a conversation with someone the other night and, in the middle of hearing a story, my mind started to wonder. I wish I could remember what my friend was talking about, but in that moment — I guess — I could have cared less. No, in that moment my mind was far, far away from whatever I was supposed to be […]

  • February 13, 2015

    Little day trips have been few and far between during the last six months or so. After moving into my new place, I think most of my days off were comprised of either grocery shopping, looking for furniture and appliances, maintaining all the stupid plants I inherited when I took over the unit, and cleaning. Also, you know, my friends have normal jobs so our […]

  • February 8, 2015

    Oh, friends. Another long week has come to an end. Exhausted, I’m sitting on my couch with a bottle of Zombie Dust I recently acquired in a trade with a beer connoisseur from the midwest. I’ve been really amping up my beer consumption of late, even going so far as to purchase the bulk of a guy’s cellar down in Orange County a few weeks […]

  • February 3, 2015

    Sometimes I miss the cold and snow. There’s a comfort to it. A different kind of comfort than sunny days and cloudless skies. The all-encompassing silence of a winter storm, the reflections of street lights in black ice, laying down with your feet pressed against the heating vents to keep warm. I thought when I lived back east I suffered from seasonal affective disorder. […]