I love blogging from my phone. No excuses not to post now. Spent last night hanging out with Max in Alexandria, annoying his neighbors by getting drunk and playing good songs poorly out on his community balcony. Got some video to share. Max is playing the banjo; me, guitar.
Plan to spend much of this weekend working with Kris on the much-neglected Nobody Chooses When. Have a trip to Chicago coming up next weekend. Excited.
I think this blog is starting to turn into a travel log of sorts. Heading over to Baltimore tomorrow night quite possibly for THE LAST TIME EVER. That might not be true, but my only friend up there is moving out, hence the caps lock drama.
Actually haven’t stopped in that city in a while, not since last August when my best friend visited DC via Bmore and he and I attempted to break the world record for most strip clubs visited in a weekend. Highlights included fleeing from what appeared to be a brothel after being swarmed by hideous women wearing nylon floral-pattern swimsuits, being called terrible names by strippers at another place for laughing too much, stumbling across Rick Ross one night around 1 or 2 a.m., and not throwing up anywhere. Best friend ended up flying home with the odor of garbage fused to his olfactory receptors thanks to a final lap dance from a lady that must have climbed out of a dumpster five minutes earlier. I blame that weekend (his idea, by the way, not mine) for his newfound super-spirituality and major life changes, which he shocked me with a couple weekends ago in NYC.
Lemonade? Who drinks lemonade at a bar at night during a roundball game?
So, anyway, going to Baltimore for a significantly classier evening this time around — dinner at a Persian restaurant my friend highly recommends. Aim to capture the memories via Twitter/Twitpic, of course.
Returned from NYC earlier today. Actually only spent Saturday in the city thanks to a bogus severe weather advisory for my area right around the time I was getting ready to leave on Friday. Threatened all sorts of garbage, instead I witnessed about ten minutes of dark skies and maybe two minutes of rain. Whatever. Happy I got what I got. Forgot how the women over there dress for warm weather. Out of this world.
Escaping from old Virginny to NYC after work. Been more than a year since my last visit. Excited to see my BFF Jill. As always, expect antics to be documented on Twitter. Link on the right sidebar.
Wanted to mention a couple of things before I went to bed. First, Nobody Chooses When has finally, officially been kicked off. Second, I watched David Lynch’s Eraserhead for the first time tonight (I know, what?) thanks to Netflix Instant Queue, and now I’ll have In Heaven as sung by the Lady in the Radiator stuck in my head for at least the next two weeks. Contagious. Unsurprisingly, it’s been covered by a number of bands. Included the clip from the movie below for you to enjoy and hopefully be tortured by as well.
Welcome to the latest iteration of my blog. Apologies if you enjoyed some particular content from a previous version that no longer exists. Those of you who visited regularly hopefully know me well enough to recognize my obsessive-compulsive “renewal” disorder and expected a new site sooner or later, and thus bookmarked links of interest appropriately.
There isn’t a lot of news on the personal front that I feel like writing about — at least not right now — other than a project that my dear and wonderful friend Kris and I have been working on that should be launching fairly soon: A webcomic called Nobody Chooses When (yes, a reference to one of my favorite movies of all time, Grosse Pointe Blank), which, if things proceed according to plan, should be updated steadily, weekly or biweekly.
Ah, and in my quest to master all things comics-related, I watched the following TEDTalk tonight by Scott McCloud. Finding it noteworthy, I thought I should share.