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Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.


Tuesday, September 26, 2006

“We’re Not Special. We’re Japanese.”

No, I haven’t quit . . . yet. As I’m hurdling towards 35 (coughtomorrowcoughcough), I’ve discovered blogging is really stupid, unless you have something funny or important to say. And, usually, I have neither. I’ve thought about hanging up THIS blog and starting an online poetry journal. Or something. Right now, I guess we’re gonna stick with the status quo, probably posting less frequently here and saving personal and/or day-to-day drivel for myself and my friends.

And what says “status quo” more than a bulleted list?

There's more to drink (click for it) »

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/26 at 03:35 PM
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Monday, September 18, 2006

This Tops Applebee’s for “Bad Experiences in a Restaurant.” Hands Down.

You probably already “heard” about this from Michelle, but if you haven’t, here’s a warning:

When craving a steak, choose a restaurant that doesn’t have insect bits in their salads. Preferably one that won’t try and charge you for such a salad. Even if that means going to motherfucking Outback.

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/18 at 04:06 PM
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Friday, September 15, 2006

She Did GREAT with the Arm-Squeezy Thing, Though

This week has been relatively relaxing (at work). And the weekend looks to be packed with interesting and diverse activities . . . with a nice dose of The Drinking. All of this calm and soothiness can only lead to one thing: DISASTER!

Here’s where we stand at the moment:

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/15 at 03:04 PM
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Shifting Around the Leather

My marriage reached an important milestone this weekend: It was the first time we’ve thought about rearranging the living room, and actually purchased new furniture for the event, and then backed away from our plans. And THEN actually returned the furniture. I know, shocking.

Michelle has quite the reputation for rearranging the house and/or painting and redecorating. The current arrangement began a few summers ago when we refinanced our house and bought a set of (cheap) leather furniture (on Ebay)—a couch, a loveseat, a lounge, a chair, and an ottoman. Archie killed the chair (with his urine) last year. Because it was way more furniture than we needed in one sitting area, the lounge found a place in the corner and was almost entirely unused (even by Archie).

Recently, Mr. ADD mentioned in passing that we should rearrange our living room to have the T.V. in the corner (where the lounge was). And I started thinking about it. Then Michelle started thinking about it. Sunday, she picked up an entertainment center and, that night, we started planning the new set up. In the end, we decided to keep the entertainment center we have because, seriously, we’d need multiple units to replace it, and it’s in the only place it can be. But we did rearrange the sitting furniture to open up the room some more, and now the lounge is out where people can sit in it.

Because it’s September, I’ve dubbed it the “Football Chair.”

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/13 at 03:24 PM
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Monday, September 11, 2006

“Who’s that Blonde Bitch Stabbing All Our Patients?”

Thanks to our friends at Entertainment Weekly and their Fall TV Preview, it looks like my life is gonna get a whole lot less productive. (Yeah, EVEN less productive, dammit.) With “Deadwood” dead (for now) and “Rome” far over the horizon into godknowswhen 2007, I should just cancel my motherfucking HBO, right? (I guess I could give “Entourage” a try, but . . . wait, never mind, I’m about to have no time.)

Y’see, at the end of last season, “West Wing” and “Invasion” were cancelled, which effectively left my TV “Must See” list down to “How I Met Your Mother” and “Lost.” I know, I know . . . all the great shows I’m not watching. Michelle’s wanting to get hooked on “House” because all her blood relations are gushing about it. I feel uncomfortable watching “The Office,” for some reason. I don’t care how hot Lauren Graham is, I won’t watch “Gilmore Girls.” Michelle and I joke about how “ER” has turned into a parody of itself, and the hospital is teetering on the brink of Hell (maybe there should be an “ER” / “Buffy” universe crossover). I feel bad about not watching “The Simpsons” and “Family Guy.” But not “24” or “CSI.” And fuck “Grey’s Anatomy” and “Desperate Housewives” right in their collective asses.

Feel free to give a shout out in the comments for your favorite and/or most eagerly anticipated shows. But, for right now, here’s what’s gonna make my next month much more complicated and will probably put an end to our DVR:

There's more to drink (click for it) »

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/11 at 02:59 PM
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Saturday, September 09, 2006

Tuesday-Friday, Tuesday-Saturday . . . Whatever. I Blame Some Server in California.

This blog is becoming something of a lackadaisical Tuesday (late) recap of my weekend and then a Friday “oh-shit-here-comes-the-NEXT-weekend-look-at-what-I-did-this-week” post. Y’know what I think of that? Oh, shit . . . here:

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/09 at 07:37 AM
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Warning: World’s Largest Aquarium has a Strict No-Refund Policy

So I think I have a full-on cold now, but I still blame the Allergens of Atlanta. I almost never (knockonwood) have allergic reactions, but after a day in the smoggy and toxic Northern Georgia air, I was plagued with post-nasal dripping and then all manner of cold symptoms. Maybe it’s a cold, then. In September. I didn’t get a cold this bad all last winter, so perhaps we’re making up for something and/or my body’s getting the ol’ immune system ready for this winter. Which I kindof appreciate. Except that I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in several nights now. It’s at that stage now where I wake up feeling like total and utter shit and then gradually feel more human as the day goes on and then I slip into bed thinking that the worst is over . . . only to wake up feeling like shit all over again. This morning around 4:30 a.m., I was convinced I was gonna suffocate myself with stuffiness, or drown in my own phlegm. Like, suddenly, I’d been transformed into a guy with end-stage Cystic Fibrosis who was five years beyond his life expectancy, lungs filling up that much more quickly.

The four-day weekend jaunt to Atlanta was only slightly more adventurous than usual, as we took Mia to the World’s Largest Aquarium. This could’ve been a really neat thing, but when she wasn’t freaking out (for the second time in two weeks) at a 3-D movie, she was dragging us from exhibit to exhibit so quickly, we were done in an hour and a half. Which is about half as long as it’s supposed to take. Sure, lots of the exhibits are of the “oh-look-FISH . . . AGAIN” variety, but I could’ve watched the whale sharks for a while longer. And the sea lions. And the spooky, hovering piranha. But Mia’s all, “I wanna go somewhere else!” Or “I wanna slide down the whale, daddy!” Seriously, I think she had a lot more fun walking around thrift stores or playing at CW’s house during the first half of the Georgia Tech / Notre Dame game.

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/05 at 03:43 PM
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Friday, September 01, 2006

Belize? You’re Shitting Me.

I’m not a big fan of posting stories from my childhood, but I was reminded recently of this one time I tried to outsmart my mom when she was putting me to bed. I’d gotten in the habit of chewing gum before bed, and she’d always make me spit it out, telling me I’d choke. Well, this one time, when she came into my room, I took the gum out of my mouth . . . and put it in my bedshirt. She kissed me good night and left. And I promptly fell asleep. You know the rest.

In other news, it’s mini-Meetup time here in Atlanta, where we’re visiting Michelle’s sister. On the way up, we stopped and had lunch with Mark and his awesome and tall wife in Macon. And tomorrow, if the “fates” allow, we’re meeting CW and his wife for dinner. Hilarity will ensue. Likely before we show up.

This post was brought to you by Woodchuck Granny Smith Apple Cider. 

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 09/01 at 09:51 PM
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There's no "I" in threesome.


I can't remember whether I've seen anything new since my birthday. Oh, right, that one.


I was hoping for a little more detail in the accounts of mauling-by-zombie. But the anecdotes were disturbing, nonetheless..


I don't have a solid grasp on which exact cheap beers I had at the ATL watering holes.