not on rex manning day
So, my cat just snarled at me, and I decided that was a good enough reason to write an entry. Actually, it seems more likely that he got his upper lip stuck on his tooth as he turned his head to look at me. We'll call it "snarlesque."
New addition to my Boston: Journey of Discovery list (ok, that list isn't real--but it could be)--Newbury Comics. Not that Newbury Comics isn't hella famous already, but I always avoided it because I thought it was the place where super-emo kids went to buy overpriced cds and useless figurines from canceled tv shows. Turns out it's actually the place where super-emo kids go to buy reasonably-priced cds. . .and useless figurines from canceled tv shows (those Nightmare Before Christmas dolls just need a good home. Think of them as Pound Puppies for the maladjusted youth). I was there for a radio thing yesterday--the countdown of the top 50 British alternative albums of ALL TIME (as if that wasn't enough to get me all a-flutter). I mostly sat in a chair for four hours, looking slightly bored, and convincing people to enter to win a trip to a music festival that I want to go to, but am not allowed to win. How much did I want to punch the dude that said, "I can't go on a (free, free, FREE!!) trip to England. I run a website, and it takes all my time." Yeah, that World of Warcraft spoiler blog you run from your fat mom's basement is way more important than an all-expense paid trip to Reading, England. If I were nicer, I would give him the benefit of the doubt--maybe he thought it was Reading, MA--but I'm not nice, and that guy was a tool.
Next week I'll be moving to my new apartment, where the rent is cheap(ish), and the room is slightly larger than the shoebox that I currently call home. Malden, sweet Malden, here I come.
New addition to my Boston: Journey of Discovery list (ok, that list isn't real--but it could be)--Newbury Comics. Not that Newbury Comics isn't hella famous already, but I always avoided it because I thought it was the place where super-emo kids went to buy overpriced cds and useless figurines from canceled tv shows. Turns out it's actually the place where super-emo kids go to buy reasonably-priced cds. . .and useless figurines from canceled tv shows (those Nightmare Before Christmas dolls just need a good home. Think of them as Pound Puppies for the maladjusted youth). I was there for a radio thing yesterday--the countdown of the top 50 British alternative albums of ALL TIME (as if that wasn't enough to get me all a-flutter). I mostly sat in a chair for four hours, looking slightly bored, and convincing people to enter to win a trip to a music festival that I want to go to, but am not allowed to win. How much did I want to punch the dude that said, "I can't go on a (free, free, FREE!!) trip to England. I run a website, and it takes all my time." Yeah, that World of Warcraft spoiler blog you run from your fat mom's basement is way more important than an all-expense paid trip to Reading, England. If I were nicer, I would give him the benefit of the doubt--maybe he thought it was Reading, MA--but I'm not nice, and that guy was a tool.
Next week I'll be moving to my new apartment, where the rent is cheap(ish), and the room is slightly larger than the shoebox that I currently call home. Malden, sweet Malden, here I come.