February 2012
In Which the 8YO and I Have a Discussion about...
Me: E., it’s time to get up. Come on, babe! Let’s go! You don’t want to be late, do you? It’s time to get up and go to school!
Ellis: No.
Me: What do you mean, “No”? You have to get up and go to school. Do you want to stay here in bed all day?
Ellis: Yes.
Me: Fine, then I’m taking to work with me all the food and the glass out of the windows.
Ellis: Don’t...
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In Which the Site Survives the Crush
The site is stayed up!
When LA, SF, Dallas and San Diego came “online” we were seeing 5K requests a second or so.
People love the bacon, man.
Going to have small sip of bourbon now. And perhaps some heroin.
That was a wee bit stressful.
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Though right at *this* moment I can see why sampling as much Knob Creek Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey as I did earlier in the evening was a simply *fabulous* idea, I have a sneaking suspicion I might feel a *wee* bit differently tomorrow morning.
Also, remind me to tell you tomorrow why the Super Bowl is driving me crazy this year.
It has nothing to do with football and everything to do with...
In Which The 13 Year Old Project Manages My Booty
We accidentally left his science fair project in the trunk of my car when I dropped him off this morning.
I get a frantic phone call, when I’m halfway to my daughter’s school, “Dad! I need my science fair project! They are going to kick me out of the play unless I have it by 8:40!”
“Well, I’m already on the freeway right now, I can’t just turn around...
January 2012
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Dang It
Parker Posey was in town for the Sundance Film Festival here and I completely forgot to stalk her.
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In Which I Can Taste the Purple in the Air
Cold meds do wierd things to my brain spaces.
Why am I only ever sick on the weeknds?
“This was the same approach my friend Jon Deal detailed in an article explaining...”
– Me, on TUAW just now, about everyone’s friend they hate-to-love, Jon Deal.
I wish I could have used this picture for the article:
(via tj)
You guys, TJ secretly loves me!
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In Which I Give You a Warning or Two
In mid December I sat on my glasses.
Snapped the temples right off one of the hinges.
If you’ve ever been in my physical presence, the fact that I killed a pair of glasses won’t surprise you in the slightest. My glasses frequently sit on top of my head. Or next to my keyboard. I often tuck them in between the buttons of my shirt as if they were a pair of sunglasses and I were a...
In Which I'm Not As Worried About the Future As I...
I feel asleep watching “How I Met Your Mother” on Netflix.
The 17YO is still up reading a Dickens novel.
And he got accepted to college on Friday.
Hey, at least I can grow a beard though, right?
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McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Monologue: Mitt... →
“I know some folks derive a kind of sick enjoyment from the quadrennial pageant of televised intelligence-abatement that is the United States presidential election, but it’s time to stop the charade. There is no primary. There is no general. There is only this: I am Mitt Romney’s haircut. This is my year, and I will not be denied.”
From the “things I wish I’d written” file.
OK…
Either my downstairs neighbors are having wild, gay sex or they are just agreeing with each other *way* more than usual this Thursday evening; I’m pretty sure that they’re having a *much* more enjoyable night than me, given that all I’ve done tonight is write approxiamtely 850 words of a novel no one will ever read and fixed a co-worker’s laptop.
But hey, it’s...
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It's 2012!
I’m alone, quite tipsy and not wearing any pants.
Seems like kind of an awesome way to start out the New Year.
Wooohoo!
OK, seriously… where are my pants?
I’m probably going to need those at some point later this year.
I should head home back to my place soon, I think.
Someone call me a cab.
December 2011
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Important Safety Tip, Egon!
A) There is nothing easy about wrapping presents while you’re tipsy.
B) It turns out scissors are sharp for a reason.
C) I’m sure the bleeding will stop soon.
D) I love everyone.
E) Happy Holidays, fake Internet people!
In Which I Cross Some Stuff Off My “Bucket List”
Not the least of which is being drunk, alone and wrapping Christmas prezzies clad only in my underwear.
Coincidentally, the next item on my list is “wake up with a terrific hangover on Christmas morning as the Baby Jesus intended.”
So I’ve got that covered as well!
(Hey, it’s not a *great* bucket list, but it is a list!)
In Which I Remind You of the Only Thing I’ve Ever...
“Hope will fuck you up.“
You may quote me on that.
Put that in your fortune cookie and smoke it.
Yes, I know, drunken doucheface with pearlescent buttons on your faux cowboy shirt, I look just like Jim Gaffigan.
No, I will *not* do the “Hot Pocket” routine.
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In Which My Snark Gets the Best of Me
A huge potential client is visiting the studio right now as a part of their “do we really love these people?” grand tour.
(There are like seventeen people in this troupe, WTF?)
We’ve been told we all need to be at our desks look like we’re VERY ENGAGED ON VERY VERY IMPORTANT THINGS.
Me, being me, and not realizing the tour was underway, naturally blurted out, “I’m tired of...
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In Which I Have a Moment
The 8YO called me this morning and told me I needed to take her to lunch today, “because I haven’t seen you in *forever*, Daddy.”
“What are you talking about? That’s demonstrably untrue, Ellis. Plus, I have you guys all next week when Mom is out of town.”
“I don’t know what that ‘demonstrubably’ word means, Daddy.”
Anyway,...
In Which I Have My Yearly Two Glasses of White...
Our CEO is giving a speech/toast and surprisingly, none of the “CEO Drinking Game” words are coming up (“world class”, “forward thinking” or “thought leader”), and it’s just the usual, nice “I’m honored to work with such exceptional people as all of you.”
Clearly, I have to do something to liven this up.
The CEO winds up...
My New Superpower
Hugging co-workers from the Portland office who’ve flown in for the studio’s holiday party this evening for just a bit too long.
“Hold it ‘till it’s awkward” is my motto.
Sorry, Matt.
E Ci Fu la Luce!
(And lo, there was light!)
Thank you, electrical dude.