Monthly Archives: November 2008

Son, you got a panty on yo’ head

Well, well, well. Yesterday I got quite a few emails regarding my previous post (And now for something completely familiar…) which was some advice I was giving to my recently betrothed brother. The majority of the emails were concerns about … Continue reading

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And now for something completely familiar…

My little brother got engaged! How fucking great is that? I met his fiancé only once, but she was at least as smart and crass as he is, and he’s a lot smarter and more crass than I am, so … Continue reading

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Welcome to the doors of hell

God, the fucking holidays are upon us. What a hellish crapscape of heavily populated, soulless, lonely conversation-survivalism. There is nothing more damaging to your spirit, your soul, your thetan (for those of you that are scientologists) than the weeks of … Continue reading

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You know where you are?

So, yesterday I was surfing the internet and I came across a review of Chinese Democracy from the NewYork Times. The review essentially said that the album is lifeless, overthought, overwrought and ultimately way too long and way too dull. … Continue reading

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I Choose none! Then I choose both!

I took the day off. It’s a great feeling. Some of my best friends are in town today, and we’re gonna go out to lunch and I’m gonna show off my baby and all that kind of good shit. My … Continue reading

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the real househusband of chicago

I almost went back to bed this morning. I gave it some serious thought. When the baby went down for a nap, I looked at the pot of coffee and the door to the bedroom, my two divergent Alice in … Continue reading

Posted in fall flings, fashion, food | 9 Comments