it rules.
that is all.
December 2005 Archives
heavy handed, but very cool. 70 mb quicktime movie
(link. eula says it's page 9 of today's print edition.)
jesus. "where ARE you headed?", you verb-dropping motherfuck.
so far, eula has made the transit strike almost painless (except for walking the williamsburg bridge last night, which was cold and sucked). i'd only just walked into the park around the corner yesterday when she asked if i needed a ride. this morning, helen left about 45 minutes before i did. i was on my last smoke thinking about trying to find a ride when she called me, saying she was driving around with someone looking for a fourth passenger to make the carpool quota. i was up in the park five minutes later, and it was eula again.
before dropping me off four blocks from work, she offered a ride home. bonus! carpool rules only apply in the moring.
i'm supposed to meet her in the park tomorrow at 8:30 for another ride. that's my last day of work until ought six. i sincerely hope those striking fucks will be back on the job by then.
i think the ny times is confused. they've got my local car pool staging area in the loft next door.
we are gonna sue your ass, and your boss!
so: when we were in dublin for thanksgiving, helen decided to come back for her friend helen's fortieth birthday (this last weekend). did i want to go with her? silly question!
despite some bone-headed scheduling by the travel agent resulting in a missed connection going and a mad dash across heathrow returning, it was a pretty excellent weekend. helen and rory are lovely people, and have hosted some of the best late nights i've had in dublin. i also met some new friends who coincidentally enough had hashish. nice!
and when i thought dancing with helen to the fairytale of new york was as mighty as the weekend could get, i was wrong. she wanted to stop off at a nearby chip shop before going home, and when we got there, they actually had hamburgers covered in batter then deep-fried. awesome!
taken during the sonyc interview. so insightful: FLETCHER: Yeah fuck you!
god: don't tell me about family suffering. my son went down to earth once. i don't know what you people did to him, but he hasn't been the same since.
homer (with a dismissive hand gesture): oh, he'll be fine.
colm the irish took us out into long island sound on a sunday a few months ago. getting drunk at sea and talking like a pirate while you steer the boat RULES.