The one, the only, Bobby Conn. They just don't make music like they did in the 90's.
Remember kids, "You're never gonna get ahead if you're givin' head to the man!"
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Just Jack!
Seems the thing to do this week is to post pictures of Brownie Town, aka Jackie Brown, aka my brand new nephew Jack. His mom's doing it, his other uncle's doing it, and now it's my turn.
Here's Jack wondering why so many people are taking pictures of him:
Here's Jack trying to swim away, wondering why it was so much easier in utero:
But that was tiring, so he's learning to deal with fame. Despite the paparazzi.
Here's Jack wondering why so many people are taking pictures of him:
Here's Jack trying to swim away, wondering why it was so much easier in utero:
But that was tiring, so he's learning to deal with fame. Despite the paparazzi.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
idea for a Battlestar Galactica spinoff
So the series ends after Season 4, right? Is that the deal?
I think they ought to consider what might happen after BSG ends. Like maybe they could have them arrive on Earth and try to assimilate to our wacky Earth ways and have a spin-off sitcom where Lee and Starbuck platonically move into an apartment next door to a bunch of kooky friends, and they have obvious chemistry but don't hook up until the third season, and all sorts of zany fish-out-of-water craziness happens, like when they have to fly on a regular airplane for the first time, or when they’re convinced one of their neighbors is a cylon when they’re really just Canadian, and they all decide to open a pizza place called Galactica Pizzeria, and of course the cylons really do find their way to Earth and open up a rival pizza place across the street, and hilarity ensues.
I think they ought to consider what might happen after BSG ends. Like maybe they could have them arrive on Earth and try to assimilate to our wacky Earth ways and have a spin-off sitcom where Lee and Starbuck platonically move into an apartment next door to a bunch of kooky friends, and they have obvious chemistry but don't hook up until the third season, and all sorts of zany fish-out-of-water craziness happens, like when they have to fly on a regular airplane for the first time, or when they’re convinced one of their neighbors is a cylon when they’re really just Canadian, and they all decide to open a pizza place called Galactica Pizzeria, and of course the cylons really do find their way to Earth and open up a rival pizza place across the street, and hilarity ensues.
the story of David Hasselhoff and the baby cuckoo's nest
In the spirit of American independence, I'd like to celebrate something even more American than fireworks, apple pie, and guns.
If you're a big fan like I am, you'll notice something interesting when you go to the Amazon site for his classic German greatest hits compilation entitled Looking For The Best. You'll see over a thousand five-star reviews in which enthusiastic writers pen outlandish, sycophantic odes to the Hoff and his music.
There are several recurring motifs in these reviews. First, the writer must attempt to misspell the Hoff's name in the most egregious way possible. Second, the review should conclude with the line, "Hot Shot City is particularly good."
So you can take a look at some of these reviews here.
My own entry is here.
On another note, in all seriousness, do yourself a favor and check out the music of Brad Paisley. James turned me on to him, and I've always despised country music, but the guy's really damn good. Witness: http://youtube.com/watch?v=8O3Plt8DyMk
Happy 4th, Mitch Buchanan! And God Bless America.
If you're a big fan like I am, you'll notice something interesting when you go to the Amazon site for his classic German greatest hits compilation entitled Looking For The Best. You'll see over a thousand five-star reviews in which enthusiastic writers pen outlandish, sycophantic odes to the Hoff and his music.
There are several recurring motifs in these reviews. First, the writer must attempt to misspell the Hoff's name in the most egregious way possible. Second, the review should conclude with the line, "Hot Shot City is particularly good."
So you can take a look at some of these reviews here.
My own entry is here.
On another note, in all seriousness, do yourself a favor and check out the music of Brad Paisley. James turned me on to him, and I've always despised country music, but the guy's really damn good. Witness: http://youtube.com/watch?v=8O3Plt8DyMk
Happy 4th, Mitch Buchanan! And God Bless America.
Friday, June 6, 2008
A few things to keep the lions at bay
I'm done posting Tinhole news for now. All I'll say is that after 2 months of official play, it's 50 wins for James and 60 wins for yours truly. I've been in the zone lately and whup his pale Irish ass regularly. Also, my web design classes have begun and we've purchased the rights to the www.tinhole.com domain name. Retirement, here we come.
In other news:
1. I'm an uncle!!! But I can't divulge any information until the baby mama does. So proud of her.
2. After 15 months of sleepless nights, gray hairs, endless notes, arguments, and eviction notices, the psycho meth addict neighbor upstairs is MOVING OUT AT THE END OF THE MONTH. Daddy bought her a house in the neighborhood and is letting the RISD architecture major redesign it herself. In the sage words of our landlord, "I feel sorry for the construction crew." Amen, brother!
2. The Big Apple BBQ is this weekend. Bought one of those FastPasses to avoid waiting in 35-minute lines. (Think my wife's claustrophobia has rubbed off on me.) The Salt Lick's gonna be there. If BBQ was the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, the Austin, Texas-based Salt Lick BBQ would be the Mormon Tabernacle. And I'd be in the choir.
4. The Sox/Rays are new new Sox/Yankees.
5. My dodgeball team, Gingerballs, came in 4th in the Brooklyn dodgeball league. No thanks to me, as I had to bow out after the first two games of the playoffs with a hyperextended elbow. Nothing quite says "you're old" like a dodgeball injury.
Otherwise, it's kind of a weird period. Married without children. It's fun, and we have all the benefits of living together with few responsibilites. But we're noticing how many babies there are in the world. There are a lot. And they all suddenly appear out of nowhere when it gets warm or when you get married. Now that we're married, and lots of our friends are either parents or pregnant or trying, and it's warm out, it's like a world of babies. There was this tiny kid in a stroller parked in front of me on the subway the other day, and the kid just stared at me for fifteen minutes, concentrating.
In other news:
1. I'm an uncle!!! But I can't divulge any information until the baby mama does. So proud of her.
2. After 15 months of sleepless nights, gray hairs, endless notes, arguments, and eviction notices, the psycho meth addict neighbor upstairs is MOVING OUT AT THE END OF THE MONTH. Daddy bought her a house in the neighborhood and is letting the RISD architecture major redesign it herself. In the sage words of our landlord, "I feel sorry for the construction crew." Amen, brother!
2. The Big Apple BBQ is this weekend. Bought one of those FastPasses to avoid waiting in 35-minute lines. (Think my wife's claustrophobia has rubbed off on me.) The Salt Lick's gonna be there. If BBQ was the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, the Austin, Texas-based Salt Lick BBQ would be the Mormon Tabernacle. And I'd be in the choir.
4. The Sox/Rays are new new Sox/Yankees.
5. My dodgeball team, Gingerballs, came in 4th in the Brooklyn dodgeball league. No thanks to me, as I had to bow out after the first two games of the playoffs with a hyperextended elbow. Nothing quite says "you're old" like a dodgeball injury.
Otherwise, it's kind of a weird period. Married without children. It's fun, and we have all the benefits of living together with few responsibilites. But we're noticing how many babies there are in the world. There are a lot. And they all suddenly appear out of nowhere when it gets warm or when you get married. Now that we're married, and lots of our friends are either parents or pregnant or trying, and it's warm out, it's like a world of babies. There was this tiny kid in a stroller parked in front of me on the subway the other day, and the kid just stared at me for fifteen minutes, concentrating.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
New Tin
5/1/08: J 6-5
21-17 M
21-6 J
21-16 J (T)
21-20 M
21-15 M
21-15 J
21-13 M
21-18 J
21-20 J
21-17 M (T)
21-20 J
5/5/08: J 3-2
21-18 J
21-18 J
21-14 M
21-18 J
21-16 M (TT)
5/6/08: J 6-3
21-16 M
21-14 M (T)
21-2 J (T)
21-12 J
21-6 J
21-14 J
21-20 J (T=M)
21-14 M
21-16 J
5/7/08: J 4-2
21-15 J (TT=M)
21-20 J (T)
21-13 J
21-20 J (T=M)
21-17 M
21-10 M
5/8/08:
21-4 J
21-2 M (T)
We recently constructed a new ball which has absolutely decimated my game. This evil tin orb is faster, more unpredictable, and too new, like an insolent teenager who says "like" too much. It bounces all over the place.
Both James and I are getting better at Tinholing, but I lose all my points when it careens off the table whenever I miss, which is all the time. Witness yesterday's stunning upset, for example, as I Tinhole twice consecutively and still manage to fold. He owns me with that goddamn ball! The games I've won are largely due to me substituting the new one with the old. Check out the difference this morning, for godsakes.
We introduced Mel and Manny to the game, and they're hooked. It's the office game of the future, it really is. You're about to see Tinhole highlights on ESPN by 2010, and we'll be rich, and I'll never have to step into an office again. That means no more Tinhole, but it's worth it.
21-17 M
21-6 J
21-16 J (T)
21-20 M
21-15 M
21-15 J
21-13 M
21-18 J
21-20 J
21-17 M (T)
21-20 J
5/5/08: J 3-2
21-18 J
21-18 J
21-14 M
21-18 J
21-16 M (TT)
5/6/08: J 6-3
21-16 M
21-14 M (T)
21-2 J (T)
21-12 J
21-6 J
21-14 J
21-20 J (T=M)
21-14 M
21-16 J
5/7/08: J 4-2
21-15 J (TT=M)
21-20 J (T)
21-13 J
21-20 J (T=M)
21-17 M
21-10 M
5/8/08:
21-4 J
21-2 M (T)
We recently constructed a new ball which has absolutely decimated my game. This evil tin orb is faster, more unpredictable, and too new, like an insolent teenager who says "like" too much. It bounces all over the place.
Both James and I are getting better at Tinholing, but I lose all my points when it careens off the table whenever I miss, which is all the time. Witness yesterday's stunning upset, for example, as I Tinhole twice consecutively and still manage to fold. He owns me with that goddamn ball! The games I've won are largely due to me substituting the new one with the old. Check out the difference this morning, for godsakes.
We introduced Mel and Manny to the game, and they're hooked. It's the office game of the future, it really is. You're about to see Tinhole highlights on ESPN by 2010, and we'll be rich, and I'll never have to step into an office again. That means no more Tinhole, but it's worth it.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Scores
After the first 3 days of official Tinhole play, the scores look like this:
4/28/08: J 2-1
21-10 J
21-10 M
21-18 J
4/29/08: M 7-4
21-12 J
21-11 J
21-11 M
21-17 M
21-7 M
21-17 J
21-20 J
21-11 M
21-20 M
21-20 M
21-10 M
4/30/08: M 9-7
21-13 J
21-14 M (T)
21-4 M
21-16 J
21-11 J
21-18 J
21-20 M
21-8 M
21-8 M
21-15 M
21-8 J
21-13 M
21-20 J
21-19 J
21-20 M
21-12 M
Judging by the scores here, we appear to get more bored each successive day, and James is getting spanked like a redheaded stepchild. We decided to play 401-style, meaning you have to acquire exactly 21 points to win the game.
The "T" denotes a win with a successful Tinhole. We have also introduced the Tinhole Dance Rule Addendum, which specifies that whosoever accomplishes the feat must improvise a dance move while singing lyrics consisting of "Tinhole, bitch!"
So far, there has been only one.
4/28/08: J 2-1
21-10 J
21-10 M
21-18 J
4/29/08: M 7-4
21-12 J
21-11 J
21-11 M
21-17 M
21-7 M
21-17 J
21-20 J
21-11 M
21-20 M
21-20 M
21-10 M
4/30/08: M 9-7
21-13 J
21-14 M (T)
21-4 M
21-16 J
21-11 J
21-18 J
21-20 M
21-8 M
21-8 M
21-15 M
21-8 J
21-13 M
21-20 J
21-19 J
21-20 M
21-12 M
Judging by the scores here, we appear to get more bored each successive day, and James is getting spanked like a redheaded stepchild. We decided to play 401-style, meaning you have to acquire exactly 21 points to win the game.
The "T" denotes a win with a successful Tinhole. We have also introduced the Tinhole Dance Rule Addendum, which specifies that whosoever accomplishes the feat must improvise a dance move while singing lyrics consisting of "Tinhole, bitch!"
So far, there has been only one.
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