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Paranoid Humanoid

Sunday, October 31, 2004

- comfortably numb -


Willie: You can't drink worth shit.
Marcus: I weigh 92 pounds, you dick!

- from Bad Santa
I got drunk for the first time since June 23rd, 2001 (Radiohead at the Gorge).

Me Sat night: "Why did I ever quit drinking again? This is sooooo much fun!"
Me Sun morning: "Oh, *now* I remember why."

2 beers + 2.5 screwdrivers + 1 Jell-O shot = plastered. I love being a cheap drunk.

One funny (and sometimes creepy) thing about Capitol Hill is that about 50% of the people who "dress up" for Halloween didn't have to go further than their closets for their "costumes" (you know what I mean). I was one of them this year as I decided to just wear my high school uniform (the original plan was to go as Go Go Yubari, but I got lazy). It was actually quite well-received despite some unwelcome attention from the Mary Kay Letourneau types. Pictures to come soon.


Friday, October 29, 2004

- leather -


Diane was right. The world is changing, music is changing, drugs are changing, even men and women are changing. One thousand years from now there'll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me. It's just a pity nobody told Begbie.

- Renton, Trainspotting
So, the guy from Ocean Drive is *not* gay. Apparently my gaydar is completely broken.


Thursday, October 28, 2004

- you are the champions -


Congratulations, Red Sox Nation. You guys deserve it and I'm happy for you. No, I really am. This does mean that Joe Buck and Tim McCarver can never talk about the curse ever again though, right?


Wednesday, October 27, 2004

- gucky -


Tom Ford is gay? What? How did I not see that one?


Monday, October 25, 2004

- rednecks say the darndest things -


3 things I hope to never, ever hear again during a date:

  • "I think George W. Bush is doing a *great* job."
  • "The last movie I saw? White Chicks. That was fu-nny!"
  • "It's Tupac, nigga!"
On second thought, I hope to never, ever hear these sentences again, period.


Wednesday, October 20, 2004

- the curse of david ortiz -


Tell me that didn't just happen.

This kind of monumental choke/collapse/meltdown is supposed to come from the BoSox, not the Yanks. Mo's never supposed to blow a save in the postseason, let alone two; the Bombers are never supposed to lose two extra-inning games in a row; no team is ever supposed to come back from a 0-3 deficit.

What the hell just happened?

I was *this* close from the World Series of my dream (Yankees vs. Astros), and now the possibility of the World Series of my nightmare (Red Sox vs. Cardinals) is only one St. Louis victory away. Oh well, at least it won't involve the Braves, the Giants or the Angels.

C'mon Rocket -- it's all on your shoulders now!


Tuesday, October 19, 2004

- sparkle -


Search for "Roger Clemens" on Yahoo News, and it'll suggest you also try "Roger Clemens dead" -- what the fuck?


Sunday, October 10, 2004

- sad, sad day for baseball -


I'm still in shock. He was one of my favorite all-time players.

- Kevin Towers on Ken Caminiti
Ditto. The one and only time I got to see him play was back in 2001 when A-Rod made a triumphant return to Seattle as a Texas Ranger. Scotty, AJ and I had just entered Safeco and were heading towards our cheap-seats with beer in each hand when Cammy slammed a homer. It would turn out to be the most fun day I've ever had at a ballpark (despite my now-infamous, drunken, profanity-ridden tirade in front of a bunch of 6-year-olds).

Cammy, we'll miss you.


Thursday, October 7, 2004

- a new stereophonic sound spectacular -


Answer to Tuesday's question: The Cardigans, Clem Snide and Rufus Wainwright.


Wednesday, October 6, 2004

- the andrea doria -


Would ya look at the size of that kid's head! It's the size of a planetoid and it has its own weather system! Looks like an orange on a toothpick! I'm not kidding. That boy's head is like Sputnik -- spherical but quite pointy at parts!

- Stuart Mackenzie, So I Married an Axe Murderer
You, with the giant freak-head (the one that sits atop your disproportionately puny body): go fuck yourself. Or, maybe I'll just jam a fork into your forehead.

(Yeah, I'm bitter. Not quite Svetlana Khorkina-bitter, but bitter nonetheless.)


Tuesday, October 5, 2004

- comfortable -


I was content to rock until three or four o'clock in the morning, listening to the hit parade and discovering that each and every song was about me. I might have to listen two or three hundred times to the same song, but sooner or later its private message would reveal itself.

- David Sedaris, Naked
I'm once again going through that phase where every song sounds like they were written about me. Damn you, John Mayer.

And speaking of John Mayer, he's the 4th artist to make my "music that cheers me up and depresses me at the same time" list. Can you name the other 3?


Monday, October 4, 2004

- seka and mother theresa -


Last night's Jamie Cullum show absolutely rocked. So much energy from such a tiny little guy. Wow. It's always interesting to see how a musical act fares on stage (compared to what they sound like on CD), and Cullum is one of those who is substantially better live -- kind of like Radiohead in their Pablo Honey-era.

I typically don't care for opening acts, but David Ryan Harris was excellent, with his impressive range and Howie Day-esque (but not nearly as intricate or refined, obviously) sample loops. He could've easily doubled as a stand-up comic too -- I don't remember laughing so hard at a concert before.

Oh, the Astros made the playoffs! Yay! And to those who accuse me of jumping on the bandwagon, I present Exhibit A: my blog entry from January 12th, 2004, in which I clearly pledged allegiance to Rocket's new team.


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