It was really my fault. I used to be a Medium, but the combined facts are a) I have a beer gut and b) American Eagle has changed their shirt sizes. I should have bought larges last year, but I was to stubborn to believe that my body had changed that much.

I headed down to Mandeville Edina to visit the fabulous Southdale Center before it closed ( Read more... )

7:30 a.m.: Wake up to sister's alarm clock, roll over, go back to sleep.

10:30 a.m.: Wake up to my cell-phone alarm clock, turn it off, roll over, go back to sleep.

12:00 p.m.: Drag my ass out of bed, eat cereal, watch the episode of Bleach I TiVo'd, resumed my FFT save ( Read more... )

I awoke with a crippling headache, and no, dear readers, I was not hung over, nor was this one of my recurring migraines. Two tylenols and one breakfast later, the throbbing began to dissipate. I must assume that either my body was reacting to the shock of drastic weather change or an allergy I've developed during my relocation to this frozen ( Read more... )

The flight was at 5 a.m., but I had luggage to check and the secret police force of a fascist regime to elude (I remembered to say "danke," Steve McQueen!), so I got there at 4. I'd only had an hour nap, so I slept through both my flights, missing snack service and amassing puddles of drool all over my shirt. I emerged from MSY to a humid, 85° ( Read more... )

I haven't packed, partly because my laundry wasn't dry but mostly because I'm a lazy fuck. The mud and clay from digging hols and planting trees for Friday's departmental volunteer outing at YMCA Camp Streefland didn't wash out of my jeans. Good thing I'm staying with laundresses extraordinaire Yvonne C. and Wendie M. Decker.

Zenprov was amazing, ( Read more... )

In no particular order, things on my mind and platter:

Chuck continues to mentally abuse us in workshops and rehearsals, but he only does it because he loves us. I think. It is building character, in both a literal and Calvin and Hobbes sense of the word. If we perfect the Invocation, we get to move onto monologues as our show opener. The ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, my brother Andrew and his band The Rosary Falls met the blunt end of a corrupt Southern law enforcement agency under the belief that they can ignore the Bill of Rights. His roommate, Chris, wrote a description of the events that night, and I wanted to post it here:

Sunday, April 29, 2007 ( Read more... )

I had absolutely no plans for my birthday other than some power-leveling for my gnome rogue, Minovsky, but Bup and Kat called, inviting me for sushi at Kikugawa on Main Street in Northeast. We had a great lunch, although now I know the difference between anago and unagi, and will continue to order unagi from this point onward ( Read more... )

I posted this in a comment to one Bup's recent journal entries:

"Mandeville's White Flight has always been a sore spot for me and my family. Granted, I'm fourth-generation Mandevillain, so my family has been in the town/city since they got off the boat from Bavaria, and my views may sound snobbish and jaded, but the mass exodus of upper-class ( Read more... )