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This Blog Sucks

2006-11-14T09:28:00.000-05:00

This is the first post in over a month. I think it might be time to fold this blog.

The Horror

2006-10-13T09:47:00.001-05:00

I've been meaning to blog about this for awhile, but I keep on forgetting to do so. Last week me and Hanna went to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show at a Baltimore art museum near her apartment. They were showing it on a screen and simultaneously acting it out on a stage.

I don't know how many of you have ever been to a live showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but this was my first time, and it's very difficult to describe. As you probably know (even if you haven't seen it) it's a huge cult classic. I knew that before I went. What I didn't know was that this movie really earns its "cult" status. And by that, I mean that its devotees are really weird. Start with the fact that the man sitting across the aisle from me claimed to have seen the movie 1,260 times. And he claimed to that all of these experiences occurred in a theater; apparently, seeing it on DVD or VHS doesn't count.

Why, you might ask, do you have to see this movie live? Because going to a live show adds a complicated and highly developed dimension to the experience that basically obviates the need to watch the actual movie. First of all, many theater-goers dress up like the characters in the movie, who (for those of you who don't know) are a bunch of transsexuals. There's also a ceremonial pre-movie ritual that involves identifying everyone who's never seen the movie before, having people come up to the stage to fake orgasms, popping balloons to represent taking people's virginity, etc. It's hard to describe, but it's very strange.

Then there's the actual movie. The plot of the movie is irrelevant, but also still a mystery to me, because the lines of the characters are drowned out by ritualized and heavily choreographed shouts from the audience. You may think I'm making this up, but I'm not. I'd say that around 75% of the dialogue was unintelligible because the audience members were shouting responses/additions to the actual movie dialogue. According to a Wikipedia article on the subject, the cult members study their lines intensively, usually learning from a few CDs that have been released which offer training on what to shout and when to do it. The audience members also throw various objects at various times throughout the movie.

In addition, the movie features both Susan Sarandon and Meat Loaf.

Let me tell you, it's entertaining, but very strange. I don't know how easy it is to convey the experience, but if you ever have a chance to go, I recommend that you do so. It's the kind of thing that everyone should experience once.

The Horror

2006-10-13T09:47:00.000-05:00

My Favorite Song(s)

2006-10-04T16:26:00.000-05:00

#1 - "In My Life" - The Beatles

The rest are alphabetical by artist. Go ahead and (legally) download theses for your aural pleasure:

"Almost Here" - The Academy Is...

"Dammit" - Blink 182

"Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't" - Brand New

"Last Flight Out" - Butch Walker

"All We Ever Needed" - The Early November

"State of the Union" - David Ford

"A Song for Everyone" - Fenix Tx

"Happier" - Guster

"Everything I Once Had" - The Honorary Title

"Fall" - Over It

"Anyone But You" - Rx Bandits

"Hands Open" - Snow Patrol

"Understanding in a Car Crash" - Thursday

I'll add more as I remember...

Voyages to U Street

2006-09-28T17:07:00.000-05:00

I have to go from my home in upper Northwest to the U Street corridor quite frequently, as it is the residence of not only Ben, Ian and Parnes but also some friends of mine from Wesleyan who live half a block away. Formerly, I only went using 13th Street, because it took me right to 12th Street. But there was something about 13th Street I never liked--possibly the stop signs, possibly the excessive lights. In any event, I never felt like I was really reaching my full potential.

So I resolved to try 14th Street two nights ago. This was the first time in awhile that I had been down this extremely important commercial corridor. It's faster in its northbound stretch, which is good, and has a lot of pupuserias, which would be helpful if I ever go during dinner time. However, it has a lot of possibly sketchy commercial establishments. Also, when I crossed over Webster Street, there were 12 police cars on both sides of the block. I don't know what all that was about.

Nonetheless, the police cars probably has to count as a downside. Also, when you get to the heavily gentrified portion atop the Columbia Heights metro, traffic gets a lot slower. On a side note, for some reason there's a Ruby Tuesday's in the Gentrified Zone. Why? Who goes there?

Anyways, overall I would say I prefer 14th Street. It's more interesting and I think it's faster.

Going back from U St last night I took the park, because I had to drop someone off in Dupont first. On Broad Branch road, past the split with Beach Drive, there was a Taurus going 15 mph. There was a line of three cars directly behind him. I didn't know what to do. Clearly, this fool had made the foolish mistake of taking the parkway, at night, without knowing where he was going. But how do you fix it? There's nowhere for him to pull over, and it's very dangerous to try to pass him across the median. Eventually I honked at him out of frustration. I feared that I was being too much of a road jerk, but in fact it got him to stop on a straightaway, allowing the three trailing cars to pass him. So I guess something good came of it.

A Fall Day in Baltimore

2006-09-19T12:42:00.000-05:00

On Sunday, me and Hanna decided to hang out in Mount Vernon Park, which is right next to her house. It's a nice little park, roughly comparable to Dupont Circle for its size and setting (e.g. in a relatively trendy neighborhood with a few sketchballs).

We ran into an interesting cast of characters. The most interesting was a woman who was wearing a fashionable outfit that included a full length coat, warm boots, and a hat. Bear in mind that the temperature was around 75 degrees and no one else was wearing anything but shorts and t-shirts. This woman approached us as we were sitting in a park bench; at that point, we were the only ones sitting in a bench, so she had plenty of other bench options to choose from. Nonetheless, for some reason she liked our bench, and so she asked if she could sit down next to Hanna. Since the benches are partitioned, there is no way that three people can sit on a bench at the same time. Without waiting for Hanna to respond, she sat down, essentially sitting down on Hanna, and causing their bodies to become very squished together. At that point, Hanna got up to lay down on the grass. I waited around a little while. The woman started reading the Johns Hopkins student newspaper and humming to herself. After awhile, I left as well. She was a weirdo. Me and Hanna weren't sure if she was crazy or not, but she probably was.

There was also a guy who was definitely crazy. He was wandering around without a shirt and yelling about medical care at various inanimate objects, including buildings, construction scaffolding, and a nearby statue of George Washington.

There was also a homeless guy with a dog. The dog was well-behaved, but when the dog went up to other people, the homeless guy came over and asked for money. It was unexpected.

On the Road, Volume 3: North and South

2006-09-15T15:18:00.000-05:00

South:

I-95 (North Carolina): Three and a half stars

70 mph speed limit, little traffic, and hilarious signs announcing your entry into various counties and irrelevant economic zones (primarily the Global Transpark Development Zone and Northeastern North Carolina Industrial Development Zone). Very few cops. Only downside is some pavement that could use repair, particularly in the right lane.

I-95 (NC/VA border to Richmond): Two and a half stars

Plenty of road space, but too many cops, and I don't appreciate a 65 mph speed limit.

I-95 (Richmond to DC): Negative Four stars

Everyone hates this road, with good reason. There are cops everywhere when traffic is moving, which is never, because there is always a traffic jam. Obviously, this gets worse the more northern you go, but it's always bad, everywhere. My dad gets so frustrated with it he wanted to loop around through Culpeper to take I-66. Luckily for him, I talked him out of it, because the day we drove back there was a truck fire on 66 which closed the road. This meant that 95 was the "preferred" option even though there was about an hour delay.

North:

I-95 (Maryland): Three and a Half Stars

Nothing to quibble with. Little traffic, high speed limit (at least for the Northeast) and reasonable tolls. Oh, and I like the Chesapeake House--Burger King and Popeye's in the same building. Can't beat that.

I-95 North (Delaware): Negative 8 million Stars

You want to charge me $9 to go through 10 miles of your state? Fine, I'll blog about how Delaware is the shittiest state in the Union. They use that fucking 95 toll to fund the entire state's entire transportation budget. What a bunch of fucking assholes. To add insult to injury, there is construction in the southbound lanes, causing about a 30 minute delay.

New Jersey Turnpike: Three Stars

While this is the road that everyone loves to hate, it has decent food options, cheap gas and is usually ok on traffic, although the area between the Penn Turnpike and Trenton can get dicey. Police enforcement is generally light, although I don't like the double fines in the 65 zone. It makes me nervous that I'll get nailed with a massive fine.

I-278: One Star

It gets you where you need to go--in my case, over the Verazzano bridge into and out of Brooklyn. But traffic is often bad, and do you know how much they charge you? $6 going eastbound, and a whopping $9 heading westbound. All Hudson River crossings have the eastbound toll, but a $9 westbound toll? No fucking way. Next time I am taking Canal Street over the Manhattan Bridge and through the Holland Tunnel. Even if it does take me an hour, my stinginess just will not accept a $9 eastbound toll. I wonder who decided to levy that toll anyways. Well, they're not getting my money next time, that's for sure.

Shuler vs. Bono

2006-09-12T10:55:00.000-05:00

Now I don't usually post anything sports-related, but I thought you Redskins fans might find this interesting.

Wordsearch

2006-09-11T08:11:00.000-05:00

Yesterday on the bus, I saw a grown man (probably about 45 years old) doing a wordsearch in a book of wordsearches. I can understand sudoku and crossword puzzles, which require either skills in logic or trivia. But a wordsearch! They're so easy. There's really no skill involved. The only way I could imagine a wordsearch actually being fun is if you're racing someone else. But if there's no opponent, it's stupid and boring. To this guy's credit, he did seem to be finding words at an exceptional rate.

Bus Wars

2006-09-08T08:49:00.000-05:00

According to a New York Times article, the famed Vamoose Bus company has stopped serving Tenleytown and McPherson Square. This is because it trespassed on the rights of a competitor, Washington Deluxe, which had previously received a ruling from a Rabbinical court guaranteeing it the right to serve Washington. Since the owners of both companies are Hasidic Jews, the Rabbinical court thing was important. Nonetheless, it was reinforced by a recent New York court ruling.

We all grew to know and love Vamoose, but now it only goes to Bethesda and Arlington, and I'm definitely not going out to the damned suburbs to get a bus. Washington Deluxe has now started to serve Tenleytown in order to pick up Vamoose's slack, but its schedules are crappier; most of its buses originate from Farragut Square. However, Washington Deluxe is slightly cheaper--unlike Vamoose, it matches the price of the Chinatown buses.

Speaking of the Chinatown buses, the Times also reported that, three days ago, a Fung Wah bus going from NYC to Boston flipped over. Fung Wah is also the company that had two buses explode in the past year, although luckily the passengers were able to evacuate both times.

If I ever take the Chinatown bus to Boston, I'm not going to take Fung Wah.

Also, the Department of Justice is investigating all of these companies for noncompliance with the various Federal bus regulations, meaning that this whole cheap-fare game might soon be endangered. If so, that would be sad. Being forced to pay $60 for Greyhound or $90 for Amtrak would really suck.

Vacation Haiku

2006-09-08T00:44:00.000-05:00

Winter break for jews,
Will we go to Miami?
I sure hope we do.

Poem for the first day of football

2006-09-08T00:03:00.000-05:00

It's football season again
35, 30, 25, 20, 15
Tackled!
No, Barbara Streisand. Not this time.
It'll be first and ten -
Wilson!

Problems All Up in My Grill

2006-09-01T11:05:00.000-05:00

Recently I have seriously begun to hate these damned braces.

My problems started shortly before I left for vacation, which was two Thursdays ago. The wire in my braces started to grow long, poking me in the back of my mouth. This happens fairly frequently; usually, it's no big deal. I went in to the orthodontist and got them clipped, assuming that I had guaranteed myself a problem-free vacation for my mouth.

Wrong.

Within a few days the wire had started to grow long again, poking me again, and causing me all sorts of trouble. I kind of shifted my bite in order to keep the wire from poking me, but ultimately decided to drive some 45 minutes (to "Morehead City") in order to have it fixed by an orthodontist. As I drove away, I figured that now my problems would be solved.

Wrong.

While I had been changing my bite to avoid the wire, the braces had been cutting up my inner lip. This became infected, presumably with dirty ocean water, giving me a giant canker sore. It hurt. A lot. And it sucked. A lot. Its remnants are still around, giving me serious pain every time I brush my teeth, 12 days after I first noticed it developing.

I hate canker sores. In an interesting side note, I started bitching to people about how I had a canker sore, and almost everyone is able to respond with a horrendous canker sore story of their own. It's one of those things, like mosquito bites, that are just seriously annoying in life.

Anyways, the canker sore is almost gone. My wire started cutting me again, but I got it clipped (for the third time in two weeks). The area where my wire has been consistently poking me is now generally sore and tender, but will presumably heal.

Fucking braces, man. They're supposed to come off in 4 to 8 weeks. I can't wait.

RIP Naguib

2006-08-30T12:48:00.000-05:00

Novelist Naguib Mahfouz has died. This is a sad day for the world (Mahfouz was the first Arab writer to win the Nobel Prize in Literature), but it is also a sad day for members of this blog. We all had to read Mahfouz's "Palace Walk" in Mrs. Zamoff's 10th grade literature class. I remember it as one of the best books we had to read in that class and one of the best novels I read while at Wilson. Rest in Peace Naguib.

Calling You Out

2006-08-28T09:37:00.000-05:00

No one blogs anymore. Ever. This blog is dead. I think soon I will start my own so that I'm not hogging a nominally shared space.

To Fill the Void

2006-08-16T08:17:00.000-05:00

No one blogs anymore. I'll share a few more things about my recent Michigan vacation just so that this blog's readers don't think we've all died in a freak gasoline fight accident.

- The state of Michigan, or at least the area between Grand Rapids and Ludington, is in love with AC/DC. Without exaggeration, I would say that, by avoiding commercials and bad radio stations, I heard at least two AC/DC songs per 30 minute trip. They love AC/DC. I think I heard 14 different songs, and I heard many of them multiple times. Guns n' Roses, RHCP, and most of rock's other usual suspects were also played very frequently; I heard "Dani California" a solid seven or eight times. Overall, I thought the radio was pretty good, although the selection was just as limited as anywhere else in the US, thanks to the short-sighted assholes who run corporate radio.

- I went dune buggy riding in Michigan. This was sweet, and if anyone else has a chance to do it, I highly recommend it. It's pretty self-explanatory; there are these huge dunes near Lake Michigan, in a town called Silver Lake, and you can rent a dune buggy and go tearing around all over them. It took me awhile to get used to driving the buggy, so I got stuck a few times, but whatever. Also, one time while I was a passenger in a buggy being driven by my brother, we went FLYING over a ridge of one of the particularly tall dunes. While in midair we did some serious rotation, probably45 degrees horizontally and maybe 30 degrees vertically. It was fun, but kind of freaky.

- I also went to Cedar Point, famed home of many, many roller coasters. The two showcases of Cedar Point are the Millenium Force, which was once the tallest, fastest roller coaster in the world, at some 300 feet and 90 mph. The other is Dragway Speedster, which was very recently the tallest and fastest roller coaster in the world before being eclipsed by a coaster at Six Flags New Jersey. Dragway Speedster goes 121 mph and over 400 feet. Both of these coasters are excellent, although I think I prefer Millenium Force, which is a much more traditional roller coaster--as in, it goes up, goes down, goes up again, goes around, etc. In particular, it has some sweet hills where you feel like you're rising way out of your seat. In contrast, Dragway Speedster blasts off, then you go straight up 400 feet, then you come back down at a 90 degree angle, then the ride is over. The whole thing lasts 17 seconds. It's fun, but overall it's less fulfilling.
Cedar Point also has many other excellent coasters, but I won't bother to describe them in any detail.

- On a more serious note, during the week that we spent at the small town in western Michigan, a kid from the next town over was killed in Iraq. All of the signs in the town we were in, as well as the surrounding area, had messages commemorating him, telling people driving by to pray for his family, thanking him for his service. Things like that. I don't know if the stereotype about everyone knowing everyone in a small town is true, but it certainly seemed that way, and it seemed like the loss was having a serious impact on this community. The discord with DC really struck me. I mean, I live in a city where all of the important decisions about Iraq are made, and yet me, and virtually all of my friends, are heavily insulated from the consequences of those decisions. Yet out there in the "heartland" that Bush claims as his own--that's where communities unite in grief over dead 19 year olds.

I dunno. It was a pretty cliched reaction on my part, but it was nonetheless thought provoking, that's all.

Road Warrior, Part 2: Westward Ho

2006-08-11T09:49:00.000-05:00

Now for a rundown of the roads that I took in my recent vacation, presented in the easy "star" format.

I-96: One-and-a-Half Star

This road connects Detroit with western Michigan; we took it to get to the lake where we were vacationing. It was under more or less constant construction, particularly the westbound lanes. We avoided trouble by driving westbound from midnight to 2:30 am, and going eastbound wasn't so bad. But while driving eastbound I counted about 15 miles of backups.

Detroit Roads: Zero stars

Most of Detroit is under construction. I'm serious. I-75, Southfield Freeway, Mi-10--we never drove between any two points in Detroit without having to go on a construction-related detour. Moreover, a lot of the roads that arent even receiving a construction upgrade are in desperate need of one, with very large potholes that, when you travel over them at 75 mph, cause your car to go flying.

Ohio Turnpike (I-80/I-76): Four Stars (out of Four)

Wide lanes and excellent rest areas, most of which feature either a Panera or an Einstein Bagels , which are excellent alternatives to the traditionally heavy fast food meal. They also have Sbarro, which is another alternative. But I always think Sbarro is going to be good, then I buy it and it's kind of lame. This happened to me twice on the Ohio Turnpike.

Pennsylvania Turnpike (I-76/I-70): One Star

It's hard to be too critical of the Penn Turnpike because it's an old road and, unlike Ohio, it has to wind through mountains. But nonetheless, driving it sucks. The lanes are narrow, and windy, the whole thing is poorly illuminated, and there are trucks everywhere. Add construction, and the fact that I was driving it very late at night, and you have a recipe for unpleasantness.

Maryland highways (I-70 between Frederick and the state line): Three and a half stars

No real complaints here, but I wish the speed limit were higher.

Road Warrior, Part 1: Nebraska Avenue

2006-08-09T08:25:00.000-05:00

Two pieces of news from this major Jewboy thoroughfare:

a) Left turns onto Reno Road are now permitted. I'm not sure if this is good news or not. On the one hand, it will be helpful for those infrequent occasions where I want to take Reno Road southbound. On the other hand, it's easy to get stuck behind drivers making the left turn.

b) There's wildlife around. Yesterday me and my brother nearly made roadkill out of a possum that scurried in front of our car.

Look for a lengthier description of other roads in an upcoming blog post on my recent vacation to our nation's midwestern heartland.

Mitch McLee

2006-08-03T10:34:00.000-05:00

On the subject of anniversaries...

The third of August has much signficance to my life for two reasons. As I pointed out on the blog this time last year, it is the day that I lost my virginity. It is also the five-year anniversary of the last Marvelous 3 concert ever.

I am Carrie Bradshaw

2006-07-31T15:21:00.000-05:00

Everyone neglected to point out that last Thursday marked the one-year anniversary of the Eat First #1 Blog. Happy Birthday!

Today is the one-year anniversary of my ex-girlfriend's nineteenth birthday.

Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of me being single.

I am thinking about applying to be a dating columnist at amNY. The girl who writes for them now - Julia Allison - is complete garbage, and I feel like it would be interesting to have a male's voice as a counterpoint to her column.

The Commies

2006-07-27T11:28:00.000-05:00

Today a very disheveled looking woman boarded the L4 (Connecticut Avenue) bus. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt that had seen better days, a black skirt, and a pair of jeans. The skirt/jeans combo was sort of trendy at Wesleyan, so I wasnt sure if this woman was an aged hippie or instead mentally unwell. When she sat down in front of me I didn't immediately notice any severe odors, but on the other hand she really did look out of control. So I wasn't sure.

It definitely turned out to be mental issues, because shortly after driving past the Woodley Park/Zoo stop she launched into a long rant about Communists kidnapping someone and taking them to their East Berlin headquarters. She most have been yelling really loudly, because I heard her reasonably well, despite the fact that a) she was facing away from me, and b) I had my Pod on to a nearly full volume.

After we passed the Chinese embassy, she went on another rant about Communists. Occasionally she would turn around and give me a wild-eyed look, like she expected me to respond. Good thing I was wearing my Pod--it allowed me to pretend that I couldn't hear her.

Also, because Jon Co apparently has better things to do than blog, at least for the time being, let me inform any readers that he is the new bowling king of the Jews after a stellar Monday night performance.

Football Fans

2006-07-23T01:40:00.000-05:00

Today I went to Ben's Chili Bowl for lunch with a friend of mine from Michigan. During my trip, I met two football fans. Both were pretty interesting stories.

The first was a guy named Bob Masey, or something like that. He was about 45 and a little drunk, singing while walking up 12th Street toward me (pretty good singer). Bob smiles and sticks out his hand. I shake.

"I'm not sure, but I think someone told me that you're a Redskins fan," he said.

"I am in fact, a Redskins fan."

"Super Bowl this year," Bob said. "Last year, we were 5-6 and made it all the way back. This is our year."

I talked to Bob for a few more minutes, and he told me that during the second week (against Dallas) he would be in his front yard -- a block from my house -- watching the game. I got the invite, and then made my way to Ben's.

When I got to the Chili Bowl, I ordered my half smoke. My order went fine. But my friend, who was wearing a Michigan shirt, had a bit of a problem. One of the head guys there joked that his half smoke was going to cost $12.50 -- since he went to Michigan.

"I went to Ohio State," he said. "And my brother is there now -- with one more year."

Of course, my friend eventually paid normal price for a half smoke, and it was nice to talk to a few football fans. It got me excited.

The One that Got Away

2006-07-21T13:13:00.000-05:00

On Wednesday morning, I was running a little late to work. I hurried from my apartment to the 72nd Street subway stop and waited patiently for the train to come. After a couple minutes, a local train came, but I decided I would take a chance and wait for the express. Turned out to be a bad move because at least five minutes passed, and there were still no other trains. "Fuck," I thought to myself. "I should have just taken the local."

But then, all of a sudden, this absolutely gorgeous girl walks down the stairs onto the platform, and she stands a few yards away from me. She is wearing a stunning green dress, has curly brown hair and a great figure, incredibly pretty. She looks like Natalie Portman, with bigger boobs.

Less than a minute later, an express train comes and I end up getting on the same car as the girl. We exchange a couple of glances, but after a little while I stop really paying attention to her, so as not to stare.

At some point between 59th and 50th Street, I am approached by a middle-aged woman (probably 40-50 years old) wearing a business suit. She tries to hand me a pen and a piece of paper, and she says, "If I were you, I would write your name and number down and give it to that girl right now, because you may never see her again."

I am basically in shock, do not know how to react. I utter something along the lines of "Uhhh...nah, no thanks."

Then the woman pressed on, "She has been looking at you. You guys would make a perfect couple."

But I am still resistant. My heart, however, is beating about twice as fast as it was before I got on the train.

So the train arrives at Times Square, and both me and the girl get off, never to see each other again.

But then, I notice her walking in the same direction as me, towards the Shuttle platform to Grand Central. We both end up standing at the platform, about ten yards apart. We exchange another glance. I think to myself, "What the fuck, I'll just go for it."

I walk over to her. "Hi, I'm Ethan."

She introduces herself. We begin talking. I ask her where she is going. She says to work. I ask her what she does for work? She says she works for a real estate broker.

"Oh really?" I reply. "I am looking for an apartment for September 1."

She hands me her business card. I hand her mine. We end up taking the shuttle to Grand Central together, walk to the 6, and take the 6 downtown - talking the entire time. It was great. Except for one problem: She is only in New York for the summer, because she is about to start her SOPHOMORE year of college in Boston.

Fuck. She is so, so gorgeous. And she does not look nineteen.

The train arrives at 33rd Street. She shakes my hand, "It was good to meet you. Let me know if you need anything."

She walks into the station. The doors close.

I get off at 28th Street. I reach into my back pocket, to examine her business card. But it is not there! I search frantically, figuring I might have put it in another pocket. Alas, it is nowhere to be found. I remember not her last name nor the real estate company she works for. I must have dropped it as soon as she handed it to me, while I was attempting to put it in my pocket. It was probably lying somewhere in the Times Square subway stop, being crushed by the passing feet of straphangers.

As I walked into my offices, sans business card, the whole situation led me to believe one of two things: either, a) It was god's way of telling me to stay away from the nineteen-year-old, or b) I hallucinated the entire thing.

It Gets Worse

2006-07-19T15:54:00.000-05:00

A few days ago I posted a blog entry called "The Swamp" in which I complained about DC's recent wave of heat and humidity.

Oops.

Apparently my carping aroused the gods of weather, because as everyone knows, the weather across the entire U.S. has been miserable as of late. Obviously I don't really need to describe the blast furnace-type sensations that result from walking out into 99 degree heat with oppressive humidity, because everyone is currently experiencing it. But still, it's pretty intense.

Skittlebrau--you don't know how good you have it down there in the wintertime. It sucks up here.

Also, I was able to sell a case of beer to my brother's friends. I sold them some "Tesoro," a Puerto Rican lager that (according to D-Mann) tastes like ham. My brother, on the other hand, says that his friends thought it was ok. I don't know who's right, but I do know that it's off my hands.

I am the best

2006-07-14T14:31:00.000-05:00

Due to the recent success of my new blog, I am now crushing the rest of the EF#1 contributors in number of profile views. Eat my dust!

PS- why does Craig have so many profile views?