I’m getting some spray paint and totally doing this. Why not? I have two.
For sale: one maroon 1996 Subaru Impreza LX. 2.2L, manual transmission. Some front end damage, includes replacement body parts and some spares. Needs engine and suspension work.
Babied.
Tim Burton is a genius! I was laughing uncontrollably during Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Stan was not as amused. I think that the movie was just too crazy for him.
Tonight I will be watching either the Corporation or the Motorcycle Diaries. Either way I will finally go over to the Red Menace. Mmmm… delicious communism.
Despite the bombastic nature of my blog, I’m a quiet, relaxed person. I’m actually shy, which I overcome by putting on my comedy face and promoting laughter. I can share words with a confident swagger, but sometimes when I am picking those words for just one person they become much harder to put in order. In a conversation I can just pick up on the tone and topic and run with it. What do you do when contacting a person with unknown expectations? Anyway, I’m doing my best to be relaxed about the whole thing. I hope she’s at least flattered. I’m going to go do something fun in a temperature controlled environment now so I can figure out if I am sweating because of the campfire I have going in my bedroom or if I’m just nervous. At least I get marshmallows. Delicious.
Of course, as I started to write this post a problem developed with Samba on my linux box so I was cut off from music just as I figured out which Mountain Goats song Dallas Orbiter played last night: Back in Black — the Palmcorder Yajna mix. Now there is a singalong song. Everything is fine again, but restarting cost me two hours of music logging that would have put the Mountain Goats up pretty high in my stats. Well, audioscrobbler got it.
No booze jokes today. Sorry it took so long to send that email yesterday.
Legenda del milagro — 100% de agave
Good tequila can be hard to find, especially on the cheap. Bad tequila is like paint thinner. This was pretty smooth in my margaritas.
404′ed! The Soft Rocks
Awesome! Redstart
Rock! Dallas Orbiter
What a great night of rock. Stan was salivating over the Wrens concert, but I went to the Dallas Orbiter show, which was the second D O night in a row. All I said about the Friday show was that Orchestra Hall doesn’t have any bass, but that spacy feeling that was washing over me wasn’t just the Nut Brown Ale. Apparently the monitors were lacking and the plexiglass in front of Greg was keeping anyone from hearing him. That spacy feeling was the band all kind of doing their own thing simultaneously. Tonight was tight and loopy.
Here’s the set list:
Sweet Home Alabama (cover)
Sweet Home Alabama (cover)
Sweet Home Alabama (original)
Back in Black (cover)
et cetera
There was a Mountain Goats cover in there, a Wire cover, that other song that they do that I love that I can’t remember the name of (although it was very likely the first Sweet Home Alabama). When I left I was two CDs heavier. I had been so thoroughly rocked out that there was no rocking left in me.
Greg still hasn’t posted the pictures that I took at the Kitty Cat Klub. Everyone was raving, and I haven’t even gotten to see them.
What a strange day. My date from last night called to get a raincheck for today’s proposed date at the Walker — exactly when I had the cell phone in my hand with her number highlighted so I could call to cancel. She called me “James” by mistake.
As you are probably aware, my drunken ramblings from last night had unexpected results. I don’t know whether to be ecstatic or afraid of the upcoming restraining order.
I was juicing limes like crazy until I found out that margaritas should be made like this:
I substituted triple sec for cointreau, because that was what I saw in a another recipe. This is my new hot weather drink, hands down. Also face down, if I were to have a couple, because WOW. That’s a lotta hooch!
Wherever you are tonight I hope you have a wonderful night. I’m just this guy, and I will keep writing for your amusement. All of you.
I appear to be on page five of the results for “Jesse Mullan”. If you are going to index my web site infinite times each day, please put me back to number one.
ME ME ME ME.
Lest anyone get too big of a head about how pretty and smart they are, here are my top five heartbreaks:
Some explanations, in order:
Now, honestly, give me like a couple of hours to get some nutritious alcohol into my system, then you’ll get a real response.
Honorable mentions:
Don’t ask me to list all the hearts that I have broken. I might as well stab myself in the nuts, thanks.
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