Author: Sean

Dave has sent this rebuttal to my rendition of his prom photo. The drawing shows me being buried alive in the "Bound For Hell Cemetary" while the crowd says "Good riddance" and "Na, Na, Na, Na, Hey, Hey, Good-bye!" My favorite part is the people stealing my HDTV.

Last night the wtb and I attended The Liar Show, which is produced by my good friend Andy Christie. This edition took place at the wonderful wine bar Donna da Vine on Atlantic and Hoyt.

The premise of the show is that four story tellers each tell about some comedic or signifigant episode from their lives. One of the talkers, however, is telling a flat out lie. At the end, the audience completes ballots on who they think the fibber is. Correct guess win honor…and a t-shirt! Last night we saw right through Lucay Baker's story about a night of debauchery after being mistaken for an Austrailian TV star. The give away was her blushing during a Q&A session before the voting.

I used to look down my hipster-doofus nose over my PBR at people who watched reality TV. Then, I was almost on a reality show and I also got hooked on Joe Millionaire and I got a taste. Then some genius producer created Dancing With the Stars. Millions of women out there think their hetero signifigant others are doing them a huge favor by watching this show about ballroom dancing. Little do they know that it's Cheryl Burke and her barely there outfits that make me happy to turn off the Discovery Channel. She's the wonderful thing about tiggers: bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun. And the rest of the cast is also leotardo-rific.

When I moved to Brooklyn I complained about not being able to walk home from work everyday. I walked home yesterday and again today (writing this post on the bridge actually) and I realize I can walk home everday. It’s a great walk with lovely views and many midwestern tourist high school girls to wink at/scare. It’s just more work than the old commute. So one of my new projects is to see how many days in a row I can make it. Weekends and days I go out in the city are exceptions. You should join me some day before I move on to something else like Wii golf.

My coworker Dave and I often make drawings of one another during meetings. Today he remarked to me that "anecdotally" is a nerd word. Well, taking a sheep to prom is also nerdy, Dave.

My good friend Sarah celebrated her 30th birthday last week by throwing The Mustachio Bashio. Guests were told whether they grew or knitted or bought didn't matter, but they had to have a 'stache to get in the door. The result was mayhem and lots of fun.

I buy them. I lose them. I buy them again. And thus the circle of cell phone life begins anew. The new device allows me to blog from anywhere…including my living room. Blogging makes one a bit dorky. Blogging on one’s phone while sitting beside one’s computer makes you super dorky. Keeping the stylus in my mouth like a smoke while I bang on the QWERTY makes me downright ludacris.
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“QWERTY” is easy to type.

Welcome to the new site! It's still very, very buggy, but you can sort of get the gist of what it will be. There will be a bunch of new features coming online in the next few weeks. Currenty, most of the imrovements are on the back-end, optimizing how I upload posts and images. I'm eager for comments. Or you could just say, "Shut up and show me mustache photos!"

Grimaldi's, the landmark NYC pizzeria, had fantastic coal-oven-cooked pies, but also an enormous wait to get a table. They don't deliver, but the carry-out business is happily supported. Luckily, I live close by so I can grab a pie on the way home. If you are jonesing some, please get yourself some and come on over to my place. I charge two slices for a table. Here's the wtb and my aunt-in-law-to-be Agnes getting ready to chow down. Agnes is planning our wedding so that I don't have to. As long as Elvis is involved, I'm fine with whatever they choose.

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Site of the Day: Via MeFi, Thou Shall Not Do Dumb Shit or "Led Zeppelin (et al) was just a band."

Mildly annoying was the Nor’easter and the inconceivably tragic the VT shooting. The war, MS Vista, Hillary Clinton secretly working for the GOP…bad mojo haunts the Spring of ’07. Hunker down, make some warm food, put on some decent music, and stay safe.
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In 1996, book-wormish Brendon Malovrh tackled and subdued a random crazy woman who had begun a shooting spree in the middle of Penn State’s campus. The shooter had already killed one woman, Altoona native Melanie Spalla, wounded another and was reloading when the thin honors student Malovrh acted. From Wikipedia:

One of these witnesses, student Brendon Malovrh, is credited with wrestling the gun away from Robbins just after she loaded a second clip. In response, she pulled out a knife and attempted to stab Malovrh. When Malovrh dodged out of the way, Robbins accidentally stabbed herself in the thigh, afterwhich Malovrh used his belt to try to stop her bleeding. [She] was arrested on the scene.

I was in the building across the street soon to walk out of class. Brendon may have saved my life, but certainly saved many others. The tragedy in Blacksburg reminded me of him and how he looked on TV, somewhat nerdy and unassuming, surprised at his own moment of greatness. I never got to meet him personally, but if he Googles himself now he can read that I am grateful.
– Wikipedia on the Hetzel Union Building and the 1996 Shooting
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Site of the Day:Via MartyZ (again!), Will Ferrell has a ‘fro AND is funny.

Tomorrow, frivolity!