Thursday, April 29, 2004

happy april 29th.


Can we make it so that we don't both sign off as "Matt"? That might help.


i'm going to be out of phone, email, and blogging range for a few days, so happy early birthday to Agee. something will be coming for you, probably later than sooner. but still.


this might be the year I learn something about baseball. Maybe you guys can keep me on track. i'm looking for a team, too. my barber says that i should be a Mets fan, what with Mike Cameron and everything. but i don't know. Here's something: Woe unto the nations; and to Seattle...


Anyone listen to "Hot Buttered Soul" recently? Isaac is just pretty much more or less where it's at.

Monday, April 26, 2004

Two blocks and sixty seconds in Newark:


(1) Stopped outside my building to talk to the regulation fat'n'wacky Italian who lives on the fifth floor. He'd been running. He inadvertantly (I'm going to assume) exposed himself, in toto, for Casey and I to inspect. (The verdict: "Adequate and hairy.") Bad, right? But not... y'know, a dealbreaker. But this is Newark, where the bad has to get worse before it'll get surreal.


(2) Crossed the street. Huge homeless guy in a trenchcoat and (here's the point of the story, really) a colorful propeller beanie projectile-vomited right in front of me on the sidewalk. Looked like he'd been eating kittens and tomato soup.


Morning, gents. Why is there an ad for pro-Bush playing cards up there? Can we do something about that?