i'm not street but i do what i gotta do
Today is 09-09-09. It's also my birthday. I'm turning twenty-seven, which is 9 times 3. Some things:
! I feel like this day should be tremendously numerologically fortuitous, but so far I'm at work, the weather is crappy and my e-mail is broken. The only fortuitous thing I have done is wake up and decide to yank out the eyebrow ring I've had since 2002 because, hey, what the hell, I'm old now.
@ smartlikejustin: "Remember when I turned twenty-seven and you started telling me I was almost thirty?" throughadoor: "Mistakes were made."
# The only thing I know about being 27 is that, according to Jamesian sabermetrics, if I was a Major League Baseball player, I would be entering the prime of my offensive production. Instead, I am going to be forced to watch the Red Sox throw the slop that is Paul Byrd on the mound tonight against the Orioles.
Some other things:
$ My summer of vacationing like a Democratic candidate for president (New York, a multi-city trip through Ohio, California, Illinois) is over. I had a lot of fun (my last campaign stop was a Little Red Apartment mini-reunion with smartlikejustin, imogenics and paintedmaypole in Chicago), but I have not been in my apartment in three straight weekends and it is a wreck and the furthest I am traveling prior to Christmas is across the river to Allston for football games.
% When I was in California I was sick the whole ten days (I am like 47 percent certain that I actually had H1N1) and I saw a lot of movies. 1) The Time Traveler's Wife (this review sums it up best, although it does not fully prepare you for how much Eric Bana's ass is the uncredited third co-star of that movie) 2) Inglourious Basterds (I saw this with my father, and afterward I said "I liked it except for the part with the stereotypical "everyone dies, but the women manage to die in a manner of particularly blatant sexualized violence" Tarantino movie problem" and my Dad said, "...") and 3)
^ While traveling I read The Sparrow and Children of God by Mary Doria Russell, which are books about Jesuit Priests in Space (!!!) and are oh-my-God-so-amazing and also two of the most depressing books I've ever read. I'm currently finishing up The Battle for America 2008 which is very engrossing in a "this is how to properly prepare a campaign strategy to succeed in states with complicated caucus rules" kind of way but I think I still preferred Newsweek's book-length embedded coverage of the election, which had more stories about the epic bromance of John McCain and Lindsey Graham and has actually been published as an actual book.
& Even if you have trained yourself to ignore anything even remotely related to bandom, I strongly recommend Cobra Starship's new album "Hot Mess," which is the best summer pop album to come out in five years, at least.
* If you think that hating Orson Scott Card should be a sanctioned national pastime, you will enjoy this blog post.
! I feel like this day should be tremendously numerologically fortuitous, but so far I'm at work, the weather is crappy and my e-mail is broken. The only fortuitous thing I have done is wake up and decide to yank out the eyebrow ring I've had since 2002 because, hey, what the hell, I'm old now.
@ smartlikejustin: "Remember when I turned twenty-seven and you started telling me I was almost thirty?" throughadoor: "Mistakes were made."
# The only thing I know about being 27 is that, according to Jamesian sabermetrics, if I was a Major League Baseball player, I would be entering the prime of my offensive production. Instead, I am going to be forced to watch the Red Sox throw the slop that is Paul Byrd on the mound tonight against the Orioles.
Some other things:
$ My summer of vacationing like a Democratic candidate for president (New York, a multi-city trip through Ohio, California, Illinois) is over. I had a lot of fun (my last campaign stop was a Little Red Apartment mini-reunion with smartlikejustin, imogenics and paintedmaypole in Chicago), but I have not been in my apartment in three straight weekends and it is a wreck and the furthest I am traveling prior to Christmas is across the river to Allston for football games.
% When I was in California I was sick the whole ten days (I am like 47 percent certain that I actually had H1N1) and I saw a lot of movies. 1) The Time Traveler's Wife (this review sums it up best, although it does not fully prepare you for how much Eric Bana's ass is the uncredited third co-star of that movie) 2) Inglourious Basterds (I saw this with my father, and afterward I said "I liked it except for the part with the stereotypical "everyone dies, but the women manage to die in a manner of particularly blatant sexualized violence" Tarantino movie problem" and my Dad said, "...") and 3)
^ While traveling I read The Sparrow and Children of God by Mary Doria Russell, which are books about Jesuit Priests in Space (!!!) and are oh-my-God-so-amazing and also two of the most depressing books I've ever read. I'm currently finishing up The Battle for America 2008 which is very engrossing in a "this is how to properly prepare a campaign strategy to succeed in states with complicated caucus rules" kind of way but I think I still preferred Newsweek's book-length embedded coverage of the election, which had more stories about the epic bromance of John McCain and Lindsey Graham and has actually been published as an actual book.
& Even if you have trained yourself to ignore anything even remotely related to bandom, I strongly recommend Cobra Starship's new album "Hot Mess," which is the best summer pop album to come out in five years, at least.
* If you think that hating Orson Scott Card should be a sanctioned national pastime, you will enjoy this blog post.