Archive for February, 2004

Today, I invent a useful new metric.

Thursday, February 19th, 2004

Here's the basic problem with those new high-tech self checkout machines that are gaining ubiquity in our nation's grocery stores and supercenters: everyone in the world is a complete fucktard. Now, I hate to have to come down so hard on everyone in the world like that, but let's just be ...

Wait a minute, I deserve nothing.

Wednesday, February 18th, 2004

I'm only starting to realize how very very far behind I am as far as buying stuff goes, so for my own benefit, I've set up a wish list on Amazon to track the things I want to purchase and consume. You may look at it for your own amusement ...

Is a ‘blow’ joke about Ed Leslie too easy?

Friday, February 13th, 2004

When this comes out as being a hoax, then I'll retract and apologize. But until then, Brutus "The Barber" Beefcake causes an anthrax scare is the funniest thing I'll hear all week.

The reactions are real because the kicks to the junk are real.

Wednesday, February 11th, 2004

Kicked In The Junk is the sublimely brilliant Web-photojournal of the adventures of a man who kicks another man in the junk, written and produced by my boys Ross White and Corey Brown. In the latest episode, I guest star as the evil mercenary who gets his comeuppance. Notice how I ...

At least I think the TV still works.

Tuesday, February 10th, 2004

Ok, eventually this will be funny. I signed the lease on my new apartment in Chapel Hill today. Woooooo! So, to celebrate, I thought it would be fun to move the bulk of my stuff out of the O'Bryan Ranch in Pittsboro, by way of the Pete O'Bryan Green Urban Machine. ...

I really hope I like this.

Saturday, February 7th, 2004

Sometimes I come to read my own blog, and get horribly disappointed when there's nothing new here. And then I remember that it's my responsibility to add things, and I'm a remarkably lazy bastard. Jen O'Bryan and I were talking about the responsibility involved in maintaining a blog, especially if ...

Quite the Proustian bargain I’ve set myself up for.

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004

I have so much else I want to write, but my mind is completely useless right now; my eyes are heavy, I finished the last of my twelve pounds of coffee somewhere around 3pm, and these lights are sort of washing everything away. Pete and I are in some library ...