By midnight, I’d had two glasses of wine and I was out of cigarettes. I’d been pretty good before I left, but the stress of the breakup and resulting road trip created a situation in which cigarettes are not only preferred, but almost required. I guess one would say I fell off whatever wagon I’d been more or less on - or running aside ( Read more... )

I'm not dead, but I do have a beard ( Read more... )

A while back, a friend who owns a Wii introduced me to Guitar Hero.

I can’t play Guitar Hero. I completely lack the coordination necessary to elevate my character (do they call them avatars?) from lowly garage band hack to rock god. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t bother me. I don’t devote particular time and energy to playing video games and ( Read more... )

I sent two good friends home to their wives tonight. I may be a good influence, I may be an enabler. At the bottom line, I'm envious ( Read more... )

For the first weekend in a long while, I've found myself at home with nothing to do, and I intend to keep doing nothing until some inevitable something, its somethingness pre-ordained and looming over the day's horizon, grasps me in its talons. But nothing is good, man. Nothing is good.

The Serial Heartbreaker BluesFresh off a breakup, this one ( Read more... )

I wonder how many peoples' sex lives have been materially disrupted by Harry Potter this weekend.

For as much as my job has been demanding, I recently made peace with it. That's part of the game, and fortunately, it's not exactly thankless work...insofar as one can be thanked with dollars (I can, as it turns out ( Read more... )

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Orson Welles, genius, master, drunkard! In LJ-world, this made me think of zoomardav, bohunk and beatnikside. If this was a joke, it's a hilarious one. If it wasn't a joke, it's a hilarious not-one. I hung out with a few former/current improv/comedy guys last night, and at random intervals, they'd punctuate our card game, moaning, "Ahhoh, the French ( Read more... )

The Empty Bottle is one of Chicago's classic seedy rock venues. Located in what used to be the ghetto, but now trends yupster, it's always drawn a crowd of people in the know, musically. It can sometimes be filled with a lot of scenester pretense ( Read more... )

The tunnel at my L-stop (we don't even call the subway the subway in Chicago, you see) has iPod ads featuring silhouettes of cool people ROCKING THE FUCK OUT to their iPods. You've seen them, I'm sure, the ubiquitous symbol of musical elan ( Read more... )