Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Re #66

BALTIMORE -- The City That (Ed) Reeds.
(Oooh, I think I may have just named next year's fantasy football team.... Hmmm...)

Here are Danny and I getting a litte pre-game action with some notable Maryland figures.  Thank God the O's mascot can stay employed nearly year-round.  (Pitchers and catchers report for duty in like 50-some-odd days, yea?)

God, I am like the best sister... possibly ever.  Above is Danny with new lady friends Stephanie and Lindi.  Overheard from beer-bellied, Flacco- away jersey wearing, mustached man while I snapped this photo: "Aww, well, I think his girlfriend is cuter." *wink*  Umm, barf.  Instead of involving myself in a conversation with said man to explain that while I am flattered he thinks I'm cuter than the heavily make up-ed, tanorexic cheerleaders, I am infact the sister... so I smiled at him.  And this is Maryland, not West Virginia.  Don't get any ideas!

Completely gratuitous photo of the Johnny Unitas statue... for my dad.  One of his most prized possessions is autographed photo I got for him while working at a card show a few (or like 7) years back.  Personally, I thought Johnny Unitas was kind of a creep, but I'll keep that opinion to myself.  I'm hoping someone in Hollywood will make a movie out of 'The Greatest Game Ever Played' story.  I need more feel-good sports movies!!!  Also, Dick Symanski and Art Spinney kinda were babes back in 1958.  I'm sure that Ryan Gosling could like, be cast as the punter or placekicker or one of those other skinny white guy positions.  Plus, Gaslight Anthem could provide the soundtrack... the '59 '58 Sound!  Yes.

[Sidenote: Negro League players were hands down the best autograph guests to sit with at the card shows especially Stanley Glenn... followed by washed up baseball players (like Eddie Murray)... current football players (Ray Lewis, I would throw myself at the ground and play dead if you came running at me)and lastly, hockey players.  They were the worst.  Bigger assholes than the endodontist who did my first root canal... plus, total SFLB hair.  However, bonus points to me for being asked if I was Bob Griese's daughter!  Aaaaand, additional bonus points awarded to me for shaking Ted Williams hand before he went the way of Han Solo.]


Monday, December 29, 2008


Big win yesterday in Baltimore!!  The men in purple brought me 24 year, 11 month birthday present... A WIN and the final wildcard spot in the AFC.  Halle-fuckin-lujah!

(More photos to come once blogspot and/or facebook let me upload them.)

Friday, December 26, 2008


Happy 25th Birthday PG!

Perry is currently on a safari in the bush (somewhere in Botswana and/or South Africa) wearing ugly khaki clothes and ruining a perfectly good pair of Nikes all without interweb access.  In lieu of the Happy Birthday song...  here's a great jam by Toto!

"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youuuuuuuuu!"

Thursday, December 25, 2008


Forget my two front teeth....

All I want for Christmas are my nuts back.  
Hope everyone had a ball today!  ;-)

I scored big time this afternoon with: 

-ticket to Sunday's game plus Ed Reed jersey (!!!)
-Chuck Klosterman's Downtown Owl
-Baby Mama (Tina Fey, I want to grow up to be you!!) and Hellboy 2 (Hi, I'm a 12 year old boy.)
-various clothing of the American Apparel persuasion 
-sick pillow cases for my bed (as if it will dissuade me from getting more tattoos of my own)

Birthday countdown is on!  Just one month and three days until I turn old(er).

Dear NYC,  
Please reserve the nights of January 23rd and 27th to come out and celebrate Aileen and me as we turn a collective 50 years old.  This means you Jonah!  No excuses.


Merry Christmas... from 1989!

10 points to whoever can guess what Christmas carol Danny is singing!

Monday, December 22, 2008


Oh, hai. 
Can warm our handz by the fakey fire?
Team Roommate ^2 feelin' the heat!

Because I spent the better part of the last two weeks with the sickness, my holiday spirit definitely suffered this year.  I did manage to champion through the Annual 410 Eggnogular Holiday Party flanked with my party cup of XXX (aka "straightedge") Vitamin Water and toasted wheat pita bread.

Luckily, Jiscilla and Meik and Jessica were all on hand to documenting the event.  I'm a total pro at not using my camera lately.

Exhibit A: Further proof that Perry and I are becoming the same person.  Even our hair is turning the same color!

Exhibit B: Parker is in her festive 10th Grade Homecoming dress.  I am decidedly less festive in my unfunctional red and white striped scarf worn indoors.

Exhibit C: DJ Rob Hitt was sans iPhone DJ status this time.  However, Sarti was absent from the party and as such so were his interrupting phone calls to said iPhone.

Another successful party brought to us by Parker & Dagger & Jesse Mack!


Two-thirds of the Earth is covered by water.
The other 1/3 is covered by Ed Reed.

Words cannot express my joy towards the Ravens win over the Cowboys on Saturday night AT THE LAST GAME AT TEXAS STADIUM.  Finally, one of my teams got it right.  (You know, unlike Orioles last game at Yankee Stadium.)  I wish I could embed this highlight reel!

Next Sunday, Danny and I will be bundled up in 17 layers of clothes and suspenders crafted from 20 hand warmers in Baltimore cheering the Ravens on in victory over Jacksonville!  Wildcard here we come.

Biggest dilemma... next jersey to get? 
Ed Reed vs. Derrick Mason.

The whole hunt-for-the-wildcard thing could prove to be a trying time for some of my friendships.  The Dagger, a rabid Pats fan, and I could come to blows over that elusive wildcard spot.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Re: #59

I don't have too many celeb crushes but Ryan Gosling....oh man.  


RG can totally be on The CUBE Red Plaid Twin Team anytime he wants.  I am also willing to move to Ontario so we can properly start a life together.  I do love you Rachel McAdams, but I also have absolutely no problem stealing your on-again-off-again man.  

Thank you Popsugar for the photo.


"If you're still wearing Vans outside right now, it's time to grow up."

Brace yourself folks...  It's officially wintertime on the east coast.  NYC was treated with a little pre-Christmas snowfall on Friday which quickly turned to snain (yes, that's snowrain) and then all the snow became gnarly slush and then froze.  Rad, right?

Camille and I are totally stoked on our snow status.

Bozzi is bummed on his Converse footwear decision and Dustin is trying to push Snowman Perry down into what's left of the snow.

A scenic and seasonal/festive Manhattan photo.  Trees line the sidewalk with huge building construction underway in the background.  L.E.S. FTW!

If the semi-naked air guitar man (as seen a few entries below) didn't get you in the holiday spirit, maybe this will.  It's totally the best NYChristmastime jam.  Happy Christmas your arse!

The Pogues - "Fairytale of New York"

Saturday, December 20, 2008


One Saturday in November, Dylan was in town on a string of days off from the 3OH!3 tour.  I decided to go meet him and Jonah Bayer dot org in Brooklyn for some brunch and sweet hangs.  
"Oh hi, Dylan.  Nice to see ya!  Nice outfit buddy!"

Later that week, street team extraordinaire B Franks and merch man Matt Young were spotted in the halls of the Atlantic offices in damn-near-identical striped sweater.

Not to be upstaged by marketing duo Thanh and Camille, below in matching white waffle long sleeves and black polo shirts.

It appears that THE CUBE trumps all in unintentional twin status.  Stephanie, Camille and me looking plenty evil in red plaid.  What?  Was there a sale at Urban Outfitters or something??

Friday, December 19, 2008


Please stand by. Blogging will resume on 12/21/08 when I have parental interwebz and copious amounts of free time.

In the meantime, entertain yourself with this!
Before watching this next video, this man has something to get off his chest....

and unfortunately, it's his shirt.

Merry Christmas Fuck You!

Saturday, December 13, 2008


Not having working interwebz at the apt for going on 3 weeks now is driving me crazy!!! Cannot steal from WLCM anymore and updating from the 'berry sucks!

I hope the Time Warner interwebz fairy (or a tech-savvy friend... Hint! Hint!) Will come fix this soon!!!

Saturday, December 6, 2008


Everyone should listen to more Owen music!

"Fever" is definitely one of my favorites!
A Fever Analog - Owen

This one comes complete with an Unbearable Lightness of Being reference.  
Yay books!
Playing Possum For A Peek - Owen

I might like this one even more than "Fever". 
Bags Of Bones - Owen

....and this wouldn't be complete without a music video for good measure.


Dear NY tattoo shop,

I walk past you twice a day, once in the morning and once at night.  My desk jockey job makes it so you are usually CLOSED at both of these hours and that really harshes my gnar.  Always closed tattoo shop = such a tease!

Dear Frederick tattoo shop,

Clearly, I need to come get some more work done to keep you boys busy.  At least my tattoo artist (and former PVYA Red Sox teammate) John is the one doing the kicking!  I will have to stop by over Christmas and get something drawn up.  Hooray for getting a Christmas bonus that I will irresponsibly not be putting towards my college loan debt or always escalating credit card bill.


The internet here at 84 East 4th has not worked for about a week now except for some random instances of stolen wireless from the 'WLCM' network - the only one in the area that isn't password protected.  It's kinda making me a little crazy even though I get plenty of interwebbing in at work.... it's just not the same.  I'm going through loser stat-tracker withdrawal and just unable to update the blog as much as I'd like.

So fingers crossed that my dear WLCM friend holds out for long enough to post this!

On Tuesday night, Erica and Perry (and DJ Rob Hitt) hosted the annual (I think) Trainwreck Winter Formal.  It was a good excuse to wear a dress and heels which are two things that don't happen a whole lot.  I (sorta surprisingly) had a really great time which may or may not be attributed to the open Venom+vodka bar, drink tickets, lack of Real World cameras and 'light wand' man, and long discussions of Veronica Mars as well as Matt Cassel fantasy points  and Ray Lewis youtube highlight reels.

(Thanks to Art Chick for the black&white photo and Meik for the one below since I didn't take any photos with my own camera.)

Katie Robinson (known to some as: My Retardedly Hot Friend Katie) also made a surprise AK appearance.  Whiskey drinks were had by all!  Oh, and look who else showed up...


I swear he stalks my life.  I can't walk down the street without seeing him... and he's not hard to miss with the face tattoos and reverse mohawk/sawed-off shotgun blast hair.  Let's hope he doesn't stumble into the Owen show tonight at the Mercury Lounge!

Monday, December 1, 2008


I have to admit, I do miss the family.  I haven't gone back to Maryland for Thanksgiving for the past three years but this is the first year I feel kinda guilty about it.  I mean, my brother needs me to be a good influence and help nurture him through his formative years.  For example, this video of my brother is priceless.  He's the tall Michael Phelps-meets-Joe Flacco looking one.

For those not on Facebook, here is a paraphrased version of the video.

The Setting: apartment of 2 small most likely Asian girls, college students at Penn State Altoona campus
Stage Right: my brother Danny and his random friend are discussing alcohol

Random Friend: Brown!  Brown! Pull yourself together.
Danny: But...but...but... the whiskey, man.  It kicked my ass.
Random Friend: Just one more!  C'mon!
Danny: I can't... I can't...
Random Friend: The girls are doing another one.
Danny: Fine....

At this point, Danny looks like he may or may not vomit on their carpet.  Ahhh, youth.  On the other hand, if he dares to do something like, I don't know, get married before me or something... he's a dead man.

And that brings me to one of the most amazing things I've had the pleasure of reading lately.  
The Holiday Visit Home Tour Production Rider from McSweeney's via Perry by way of Keller.



- - - -

Please note the following points that shall be adhered to on Kate Kershner's Holiday Visit Home Tour. It is in the best interest of the VENUE (i.e.: JIM and CAROL KERSHNER'S rancher on 34th St. and the inhabitants therein) that these demands be strictly followed, if the VENUE ever wishes to see the TALENT (i.e.: KATE KERSHNER) come back after the 2006 Tour. This written agreement must be agreed upon and given no amendment unless specifically addressed with the TALENT.

Please also note that this rider would be unnecessary were it not for the now-canceled OPENING ACT (i.e.: Mike Kershner, brother and ultimate betrayer of TALENT), who got a little too popular (i.e.: a little too married) to come on Tour this year. TALENT, who no longer trusts anyone after OPENING ACT left for his own fancy TOUR and new VENUE, feels it best to have everything on paper. Although this document is not legally binding, it does work in accordance with the strict legality of the OFFICIAL CONTRACT (i.e.: Kate Kershner's birth certificate, verifying JIM and CAROL KERSHNER as Parents, and thus responsible for all future happiness).

TALENT arrives alone. Upon arrival, do not ask where CREW is. Do not get clever by saying boyfriend/your friend/special friend instead of CREW. Consider VENUE forewarned that when TALENT feels VENUE can act appropriately around CREW, TALENT will bring CREW. So TALENT will be arriving alone.

TALENT will be bringing one (1) duffel bag full of laundry, and TALENT doesn't want to hear she's too old for this. TALENT will do laundry herself. Unless VENUE, you know, was already planning on doing some anyway, in which case it would probably be easier if VENUE just threw it in with whatever VENUE is doing. No big deal.

Upon LOAD IN, the following should be placed in DRESSING ROOM (i.e.: TALENT'S former bedroom, now renamed CAROL'S NEW "PURPLE ROOM," painted to accompany VENUE'S new "BLUE ROOM," which makes TALENT ache for a time when a room in VENUE could be beige):

(1) Bottle of Vodka
(1) Bottle of Tonic, and not the diet tonic that VENUE usually buys. TALENT doesn't appreciate what VENUE is trying to say when VENUE only buys TALENT diet tonic water.
(1) Bath towel, long enough to be crammed under bottom of door
(1) Fan, which should be facing out the window

Smoke detector in room MUST BE DISABLED before LOAD IN. No drinking glasses necessary.

TALENT will take thirty (30) minutes to "put stuff away" in DRESSING ROOM after load in. VENUE should leave TALENT alone for those thirty (30) minutes, even if choking coughs can be heard. TALENT is fine. Upon TALENT exiting DRESSING ROOM, VENUE should be sensitive to the fact that TALENT might have trouble with simple appliances, proper conjugation in conversation, etc. Please recall Holiday Tour 2004, when TALENT made VENUE late for Christmas Eve Mass because it took TALENT approx. one half-hour to tie her shoe. Due to the fact that TALENT was wearing boots without laces. It'll be a lot like that. Be patient.

It is our understanding that various other acts (i.e.: SPECIAL GUESTS) will be sharing the bill with TALENT during the Kate Kershner Holiday Visit Home Tour during the DINNER segment of our show. The following is required of VENUE during DINNER, but also extends to SPECIAL GUESTS.


1. TALENT'S lack of reliable employment
2. TALENT'S lack of reliable relationships
3. The story of that time TALENT pretended to be suicidal when she was 7 years old so she could find out what therapy was like, unless TALENT chooses to tell anecdote herself. No one but TALENT can tell that story with the proper context and complex nuances, and TALENT is sick sick sick of people fucking it up.
4. TALENT'S physical appearance, especially her hair color. TALENT understands she has roots, and fails to see why VENUE must mention this at every occasion. TALENT would be happy to amend the situation if VENUE would like to fork over $150 for a salon touchup. No? That's what TALENT thought.
5. TALENT'S complicated financial situation
6. Probably best to avoid politics, books of a high-minded literary nature, foreign films, and music that doesn't have words. TALENT feels stupid when these are discussed and accidentally lies about her knowledge of them, which makes TALENT feel bad and drink more. Keep in mind: Keeping TALENT happy is legally binding to VENUE in accordance with OFFICIAL CONTRACT.

1. Brokeback Mountain. TALENT knows it came out last year, but TALENT just saw it for the second time and thinks she has some pretty interesting things to say about it.
2. Celebrities. Especially any anecdotes about meeting them/seeing them somewhere. Jake Gyllenhaal/Heath Ledger sightings will be rewarded with robust conversation.

The following should be placed on or near the table at DINNER:

(2) Bottles of wine per person at table, preferably something cheap so VENUE doesn't bitch about how expensive it was during the course of the entire evening
(1) Bowl of mashed potatoes, skin ON. SKIN IS WHERE THE VITAMINS ARE.
(2) Bowls of stuffing, one cornbread and one plain. If there is so much as half a raisin in the stuffing, TALENT will immediately leave the table and possibly the city.

More food, at the VENUE'S discretion. Please check ahead with TALENT, however. And make sure not to have anything with honey. TALENT doesn't mind the taste, but it leaves her fingers sticky, which annoys her.

TALENT will require the following items on leaving the premises:

(1) Leftover container of every dish served at dinner
(1) Flask of alcohol, filled from VENUE'S liquor cabinet
(1) Pack of double-A batteries, provided by VENUE
(1) Copy of Sports Illustrated, provided by VENUE
(1) Old hair dryer, provided by VENUE
(1) Box of envelopes, provided by VENUE
(3) Books that VENUE recommends, and provides
(1) Duffel bag of clean clothes
(50) Dollars, for travel expenses

With all the TALENT'S demands met, we anticipate 2006 to be the best Holiday Visit Home Tour so far!

Too good to not share, right?  There is no doubt in my mind that the VENUE (in this case, BOB and JENNIFER BROWN of Jefferson, Maryland) will take care of the TALENT'S laundry upon arrival.  The DRESSING ROOM is still pretty much the way the TALENT left it in 2002 when leaving for college complete with a twin-sized bed, field hockey trophies, Calculus books, and plenty of snapshots cataloging the TALENT'S adventures in underage drinking.

Sunday, November 30, 2008


Since Aileen arrived in NYC on Wednesday afternoon, I think I have consumed roughly 5,348,921,678,264.13 calories. I think we can best chronicle her stay as a menu.

Wednesday, November 26th
-slice of pizza from Global Kitchen stuffed down throat while running from Atlantic office across Rockefeller Plaza to Conan
-grande hot chocolate/latte/mocha disaster from 30 Rock basement Starbucks
-Stella Artois (many!) at Bowery Ballroom
-club soda with smuggled contents of White Grape mini Stoli bottle
-slice from favorite L.E.S. pizza joint Rosario's
Thursday, November 27th
-catered breakfast with Sable's lobster salad, bagels and espresso
-hot apple cider at the Central Park Boat House
-grande latte with extra shot from Starbucks
-cheese ravioli from Atlas
-five hundred cups of tea while trying to stave off sickness
-Benihana's tuna streak with little shrimp guys and soup and stuff
Friday, November 28th
-steak salad and bottomless cup of coffee at The Smith
-Shanghai Square tom yum shrimp soup and pad thai
-Toll House cookie cake and 'Raspberry Blonde' beer cocktail at Heartland
-BLT hot dog goodness from Crifdog's following Top Chef episode with "make a decent hot dog quick fire challenge"
Saturday, November 29th
-giant Bloody Mary, grilled cheese, tomato soup, french fries and maple-cured bacon from Belcourt
-delicious unfiltered sake, miso soup, 2 rolls and more saki at Typhoon
-more sake
Sunday, November 30th
-countless hot/honey/bbq Croxley wings and Nacho Madness
-more beers for my 'retirement plan' punch card
-can of Campbell's condensed tomato soup (Warhol-inspired and budget friendly!)
Also in my future...
-diet pills
-stomach stapling
-diabetes and/or bulemia
-gym membership

With all this eating, I'm really not sure how we found time to...
-watch the T's tape "1-2-3-4" on Conan from the green room
-get black-out drunk at the Bowery Ballroom (Thomas took my blackberry and saw the email in which I called him 'totally hot'? File this under: Things I Don't Remember)
-watch the T's perform "1-2-3-4" on Conan on the DVR

-miss the Macy's Parade by going from the East Village to Upper West Side via 125th Street
-pose for photos in front of real life Warhol's in Perry's dad's friend's apartment
-stroll through Central Park

-nap on the couch while attempting to watch the snooze-fest that was the Lions/Titans game
-go to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame Annex in SoHo (Go to this! Especially if you like The Clash!)
-see Twilight again (yes, for a third time)

-spend way too much money at American Apparel and Urban Outfitters
-watch countless NSYNC and Veronica's videos on youtube

-cheer on the Ravens to victory over the Bengals
-...and the Broncos to victory over the Jets
-...and attempt to cheer for the Lakers in their victory over the Raptors but failing to find a bar that could/would actually televise it

I wonder why I am so exhausted after a 4 1/2 day long stay-cation.
I need a vacation from my vacation.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Re: #50

Dear Tony Kanal,

If you had only told me about your FREAKIN' 2009 TOUR PLANS when I was shaking in skin with you around earlier this week.  You could've been witness to spontaneous human combustion.

Must. Take. ND Pilgrimage.  
Must. See. Live. In. Anaheim.

Really crying those excitement tears now!!


Twilight movie status, check and check.

Will blog about this as soon as Jessica does!  Wish she could have live blogged throughout the movie.

Monday, November 17, 2008


Botched stalking attempt, check.
Tony Kanal handshake, check.
Want to throw up on self, check.
Crying excitement tears, check.

Life goal, COMPLETE!

Thursday, November 13, 2008


There are currently few things that make me happier than singing along with a Taylor Swift song.  I love her and more than likely will need to dress up as her for 2009's come-dressed-as-your-favorite-nominee party a.k.a. the Anti Grammys a.k.a. Grammy watching party.

However, her penchant for awkwardly singing with props while laying down is admittedly pretty strange.  Here are some examples:

1. transistor radio in the grass

2. in bed with a guitar

3. corded telephone while painting her nails

But, my most favorite country jam of all time still remains "She's In Love With The Boy" by Trisha Yearwood.  I definitely remember my dad playing this on tape cassette while driving me to and from Red Sox coach-pitch "softball" team practice at the diamond in Point of Rocks circa 1st and 2nd grade.  

There are few things I love more than songs (or movie characters!) with my name.  You may be thinking 'Your name is Katie, dummy!  That's only the most popular name EVER for girls born between 1982 and 1985!  It's probably not hard to find things named after you.'

Au contraire.  There's only like, 5 good ones I can think of.... and that brings me to the Greatest Hits Of Katies throughout history:

Katie from "She's In Love With The Boy" [1991]
See above for video reference.
This song also totally gets name-dropped in Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs book (check out pages 180 through 181 if you've got a copy handy).

Katy from P.C.U. [1994]
Totally bad ass and bass player for the band Everyone Gets Laid. Also, she definitely nails the pre-frosh after aggressively kissing him...twice.

Katie in Wet Hot American Summer [2001]
"Listen, Coop... last night was really great. You were incredibly romantic and heroic, no doubt about it. And that's great. But I've thought about it, and my thing is this: Andy is really hot. And don't get me wrong, you're cute too, but Andy is like, cut. From marble. He's gorgeous. He has this beautiful face and this incredible body, and I genuinely don't care that he's kinda lame. I don't even care that he cheats on me. And I like you more than I like Andy, Coop, but I'm 16. And maybe it'll be a different story when I'm ready to get married, but right now, I am entirely about sex. I just wanna get laid. I just wanna take him and grab him and fuck his brains out, ya know? So that's where my priorities are right now. Sex. Specifically with Andy and not with you."
I mean, yea, she's a bitch but at least she's honest.  And who wouldn't rather take it to the bone zone with Paul Rudd?

Katy of Black Unicorn's "Katy"
My mom likes most everyone.  It's my dad I'd be more worried about... And I live in New York - no attic or basement hiding possible.  So, uh, come visit!?
Katy - Black Unicorn

The daughter in "Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter" by Herman's Hermits [1965]
I kinda hope this is an anthem for any dude whose heart I've broken (knowingly or unknowingly) 
Mrs. Brown, Youve Got A Lovely Daughter - Hermans Hermits

Honorable Mention:
Katie from The Matches' "What Katie Said" [2006]
Much like Katie from Wet Hot American Summer, this Katie is also kinda sucks.  ((Sidenote: Dear Matches, See you dudes tomorrow!))
What Katie Said - The Matches

Monday, November 10, 2008

Re: #46

Carly and I sing our song... literally.  
Shane and Kevin are not stoked.

Taylor Swift from perry greenspan on Vimeo.

I sing about/to Shane Told - Paraoke [that's Paramore karaoke] style.
Dude, that's what you get.

Kevin dances in Times Square!

Kevin Dancing with John Lennon from perry greenspan on Vimeo


The seaweed in my miso soup looks like baby seahorses.

Have I just been at work for too long today or is the China Regency totally fucking me with? Please discuss.

Sunday, November 9, 2008


Finally finished reading the Big Damn Rat Book this evening...

I want to leave everyone with one more passage from the book.  So the author, Robert Sullivan, was discussing Irish and German immigrants and problems that NYC officials faced having to keep those groups under control, particularly between Henry Bergh and Kit Burns.  This is all totally happening circa Gangs of New York-era.
"Thankfully, he [Bergh] did eventually stop rat fights and the like, though such events persisted for some time - people naturally want to gather in crowds and eat and drink and cheer and sometimes get into brawl. [Duh, ever watched a Yankees vs. Red Sox game?]  Some historians argue that the end of rat fights did not come until the next inexpensive crowd-pleasing sporting event was finally embraced by the growing number of inner-city residents in New York and all over America: baseball."
Baseball FTW!!
[Also, in crowd-pleasing sporting event related news, Ravens FTW!!]

Now onto Chasing Cool: Standing Out In Today's Cluttered Marketplace.  
Marketing books FTW!!

After that, I may finally crack into my Teach Yourself: Beginner's Dutch book and cds.
Hacking and gagging and spitting sounds FTW!!

Saturday, November 8, 2008


As always, Team Stein hangs are too, too short and few and far between.  Last night, they descended upon New York City and as always, fun ensued.

Some of my favorite quotes of the night, not in chronological order:
  • "Keyboard players usually mean the band sucks."
  • "Wait... She's married to that guy?... But what about the attractive guy with the wedding ring?... Oh shit...  That's her brother???"
  • "If I were him, I'd be suicidal too."
  • "It's so salty that it makes me grimace."  "Oh yea, that's what she said!"
  • "Five pints of Harp, please."
  • "Those are Shane's 'my-junk-looks-huge-from-f.o.h.' pants."
  • "That's what you get when you're Shane Told, whooooooooa!"
  • "Can you make sure Danny's in his bunk? The closer top right..." "He's there.  I teabagged him to make sure."
  • "Verb The Noun's drummer got hit by a car today... Yea, it's a bummer... No, he's okay."
  • "We took a consensus and we need to know, have you ever had butt sex?" "Me?  No.  Wait, with a woman?  Only once.  She wanted it."

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Via my blackberry camera.

Exhibit A:  Ryan Brady's Girlfriend Chart
Seems like whatever....

But... upon closer inspection...
Please refer to Exhibit B:
"Light skin, auburn hair, brown eyes, with earrings" and a haircut with bangs gets the big X.
Dude, that's totally me in doll form.  What the fuck.

Exhibit C:
Also, I redecorated at the office today.  I'd had enough of that Paolo Nutini photo I've been staring at for like 2 years and decided to take matter into my own hands.  Hello Edward Cullen!  My literary crush on your isn't weird at all.

Also, it sounds like the Giants won the Superbowl again outside my window!  Woo.  Yay Uhmerika!  

I'm stoked... but I'm also old and want to sleep.  Thanks.  

Saturday, November 1, 2008


Just a quick preview....

I'm down with G-O-P!  Yea, you know me!

EDITOR'S NOTE (circa 11/8/08):  The number of people who have insinuated that I voted for the McCain/Palin ticket is awkwardly staggering.  It was a Halloween costume.  I voted for Obama, successfully canceling out my father or brother's vote - take your pick.  Next year for Halloween, I may go as 'Palin On Election Night'.  Blue suit, hair down, tears streaming down face.

Friday, October 31, 2008


Football is like, half over.  ALREADY.  So bummed!

Worry not, I am quickly finding that the Lake Show is more than filling that potential void already.  I will admit that haven't I followed a team this closely since my high school basketball team* lost in the state finals [2001] or the the Maryland Terrapins (see also: "tearing it up in the home of...") won the NCAA** tournament my senior year of high school [2002].  Juan Dixon was a total bad ass and there was Lonny Baxter, the once-upon-a-time Shaq to Dixon's Kobe, and Steve Blake filled the role of awkward white guy.  It was magical.  March madness ensued.  

Now I am fully on the Lakers' bandwagon which is a surprisingly easy thing to do from 3 time zones away.  It also helps that the only profesh game I've ever seen (this is something I hope to change on February 2, 2009 --cough--) was the Washington Bullets in like 1994.  Clearly I had no annoying loyalties in this sport*** to abandon.

Bring it on! ****

*The only real notable alum of the TJ basketball team (and he had long since graduated that season) is Terence Morris who is enjoying what seems to be a semi-lucrative career in the Russian League.  Go team?

**I may have erroneously referred to it as the NAACP tournament... but that's another story.  Can you really blame me though??

***Thank you Baltimore Orioles for continuing to suck at baseball, haha.  Why not aim for an even 30 games back next season? 

****Is my nose actually crooked like that?!  I've never noticed it doing that before.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


While few people love airdrumming more than me (seriously, I challenge you to find someone), I think investing in one of these bad boys would leave me with no friends. Read on for one of the most amazing things...ever.

According to their website,

We could do what those other supposedly geeky apparel companies do and print a regular t-shirt with a cool looking picture of a drum kit on the front... then say it was trendy, make a few Rock Band references and try to convince you to buy it. But we don't roll like that. At ThinkGeek we know you expect innovative new products and we're here to pony up the goods. So, how about an electronic t-shirt with a picture of an actual playable drum kit on the front? That's right. Hit the drums on this shirt with your finger and they play through the built in speaker... simple but amazing. With 7 different drum sounds you're ready for a personal drum solo on your chest.

Product Features:

  • Tap the drums on this shirt and they actually play through the embedded speaker
  • All drums on the shirt are playable
  • 7 Different drum sounds in all
  • Battery pack with speaker stores in hidden pocket near hem of shirt
  • Adjustable volume... the top volume level is really loud

I'm sold.


Happy [Early] Halloween!

I'm not sure if this falls under 'awesome' or 'cruelty to animals' but Teen Wolf Pug just made my afternoon!



Lifted from Peter "Hope Beyond Hope" Hassett

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Photos from our Six Flags Great Adventure great adventure!!

Yea, we rode those... That's what she said.

'Cause I'm a vegetarian and I'm not fuckin' scared of him....

Just shreddin' with what looks like a giant blow-up Wiggle.

Sweet hangz, but where's Bleachie?

Group photo!

We'll blow one last kiss to all the beautiful nights like this under the Central Jersey sky... but actually, it's the Central Jersey sky!