“Love the things you try, drink a cocktail, wear a tie.”

Note to self: haters gon’ hate.  I’ve beefed up my comment settings, so if you’re posting a comment for the first time, don’t panic if it doesn’t show up right away.  I’m not going to let this blog turn into a warzone.  Not that I’m opposed to intelligent debate…but if you don’t even have the guts to put your real name/e-mail, I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of trolling.

In related news: Rachel Maddow and Keith Olbermann are doing a fantastic job (as per usual) covering the bullshit that is American politics this week.  From the Republicans cockblocking the discussion of Wall Street reform (not even actual reform, they’re refusing to even discuss it!) to the poppycock that is SB1070, it’s such a relief to have these two brilliant minds on our side.  I’m so gay for Rachel Maddow it’s not even funny.  “Okay, wait, what if we made a pact. What if we say that in like 25 years if neither of us has someone, we’ll move in together and be roommates? And even though I’m not into the sex stuff, if it helps you, I would let you do stuff to me.”  C’mon, Maddow, I’m makin’ you an offer ya can’t refuse.  Full disclosure to my future wife: I’m also 100% bi-curious for Kristen Bell, Tina Fey, and Lea Michele.

That last one is totally narcissistic since she STOLE MY FACE.

Honestly, I can hardly tell which one is which.

Sidebar: Hey Dow Jones, howsabout you cool your jets, dude.  I need to cash out my 401(k) in a few weeks and I’d love it if the market didn’t drop over 200 pts in a day.  Kinda unsettling.  Not to mention that we get hella more phone calls at work with advisors trying to get their clients invested immediately while the market takes a temporary plummet.  Working at an investment firm has given me all sorts of insight into economics and personal investing…but it also crushes my soul every damn day I stay there, whiling away the days until I go west, young man.  Here’s to going back home to the west coast.

Speaking of which, still no word on when the Big Move will happen.  Could be May 22, could be late June.  My classes at UCLA start July 1, so that’s the latest possible date, but with all this “no-permit-required concealed weapons” and “legalized racial profiling” nonsense, I’m not feeling entirely comfortable staying in Arizona much longer.  Ah, whom am I kidding, I just want to be within an hour’s drive of Disneyland.  C’mon, Donnie’s work, hook us up with a transfer date.  Just so I can start planning the small, tiny, insignificant details of an interstate move.  Oy vay.

Been a while since I recorded a vlog…maybe I’ll do my comic book review via YouTube.  Amazon never got around to shipping Trinity, so I canceled the order and picked it up at my local comic book store, along with Kick-Ass and the first installment of Zack Whedon’s Terminator.  Doing that thing where I read 5 damn things at once, so I’m nearly finished with all three.  Stay tuned!

I’ve forgotten to pick a Tune du Jour the past couple posts.  Whoops. Tonight’s pick has a special meaning to me, and always gets me a little veklempt, right around the lines “Don’t live another day unless you make it count/There’s someone else that you’re supposed to be/Something deep inside of you that still wants out/And shame on you if you don’t set it free.”  Well said, JoCo.  Well said.

Tune du Jour: A Talk With George by Jonathan Coulton

PS: Russell Pearce, the certified non-genius who brought us SB1070, is a racist bastard.  G’night!


2 thoughts on ““Love the things you try, drink a cocktail, wear a tie.”

  1. Alan

    Damn, I think I’ve seen that chick in an internet porno. I guess I’m glad to find out it wasn’t you…? Glad I finally found your blog right before you MOVE. Posting comments here really makes me think we could’ve possibly met for a 2nd time one day and smiled. Don’t move before May 19th, that’s when I perform at the Hidden House again. I need you to make sure Jack overcomes his flakibility and actually shows up.

    1. bigenglish

      The one with the weird comic book parody, the XXX-Men? Yeah, that was definitely me.

      Let’s meet up and do some smiling! Maybe, MAYBE, I’ll even laugh a few times. Can’t wait to see you at Hidden House, I’m so excited it’s on a night I can actually make it! I’ll drag Jack out with promises of returning his book that I’ve had out on loan for months and months and months….

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