Anybody interested in doing karaoke this weekend? I'm thinking of going to Duet 48 this saturday sunday, I meant sunday, starting some time around nine, and going until... well, they close up shop at 6:00am, so, whenever people are sung out. Maybe dinner beforehand?

Spec's

What: More fun than you can shake a reasonably sized stick at

Where: Duet 48 (48th and 2nd, a little bit to the east of 2nd on the south side of 48th)

When: This impending saturday sunday, definitely sunday, around nine (unless people suggest otherwise)

How: Through luck and daring

Why: Because we have no other options left

So, any questions? Anybody interested?

Is it possible for low-level ADHD to spontaneously blossom? Because I feel like my abilities to focus have trickled out of my ears while I wasn't looking.

I think I'm usually happy because I almost never feel like I'm choosing between something I'm going to enjoy, and something I'll enjoy less, or not enjoy at all. Usually, I just think about what I'll enjoy, and what I'll enjoy more.


Do you care? If you do, let me know by not responding. I assume those who don't give a shit will take the time to say so.

Second day of work after being sick? Leaving the office at about eight? Yes, and yes.

Still, that was great pasta the other night.

I've been sick the past two days, and trying yet failing to keep up with my own life for god knows how long, but after feeling slightly better last night, I made a pasta dish to blow your mind ("your" referring to you, the internet peoples):

Fusili, with fresh ramps and smoked hungarian bacon, in a fancy bleu cheese (Aaron bought it) cream sauce. Shared with friends! And then we played Go!

I tell you, internet peoples, this must be a pretty good life, if it has all that in it.

I had a draft of something that would mostly bore or depress those who read it; I have foregone finishing that post in favor of this EARTHSHAKING REVELATION!


You know that candy, Circus Peanuts? They're yummy, with an oddly creamy and fluffy texture, but they don't taste like peanuts... but what do they taste like?



Well, they taste like artificial banana flavoring!


Your prayers of thanks to my glorious self may be directed to the normal address.

I find the inexorable march of time and the seasons, and the apparent speed thereof, highly disturbing. To all those in agreement, help me research ways to end this unnecessary waste of our most precious resource by halting the flow of time.

I have returned from Barcelona, alive and well! (for a given value of well... I actually picked up some sort of bronchial infection or something while I was there).

I'll give a full update later on, and I'll post some of the pictures I took on facebook, but suffice to say that Barcelona is a very cool place; great architecture, great food, and more Concha Velasco than you can shake a stick at.

In Barcelona. Nice place. Having fun. More to follow when I have time + energy.

Adios. (Or Adéu, to go with the catalan)