Author: Sean

Things I Want for Christmas That I Wouldn’t Really Use:
– No Fat Chicks T-shirt
– Tide Watch
– Wireless Earbuds
– Rachael Ray
– Didgeridoo

Stuff I Do Want, but Probably also Wouldn’t Use.

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My Culebra pics will not show up until later this week. I’m actually waiting for film to be developed, because I used my waterproof Sure Shot (salt water is hell on the digital cam). I feel so retro.

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Site of the Day: Good Steelers Blogs

I disappeared last week and Alex left an echoing message in the comments, “Where are you going?” to which I never responded. The answer is: fly-fishing on the saltwater flats of Culebra (an island off of Puerto Rico). Today’s pic is a shot from the plane of the flats that we fished the most. A complete album of pics and stories will be posted tonight while I watch football and put balm on my crisp skin.
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Sites of the Day:
Scary: Map Registered Sex Offenders. Creepily and obvious, NYC is loaded.
or
Weird: Blue Ball Machine

Today’s pic is submitted by Jerry, who is diligently preparing for a saltwater flyfishing trip he and I are taking this week. Here is a picture of all the gear that goes into making a fly. Along with all my gear, I need to make sure pack the following:
– Sun tan lotion, SPF 470. As my red-headed friend Randy used to say, “I’m so pale I need a can of lotion so strong that when you open it, out pops a long-sleeve shirt.”

– Waterproof camera. I tend to fall down while wading and everything gets wet.

– Pepto. Lots of pepto. Let’s just say that although I am fond of the world, the world is not fond of my stomach.

– A tuxedo. If you have to ask why, well, you just aren’t gentry.

– IPod and charger. I plan to fish with the headphones and listen to the song Kissing Families by the Silversun Pickups. Fish fear me. Grandpa fish tell there baby grandkid fish horror stories about me. They say my name in hushed tones and only after crossing themselves with their little fins. That song rocks so much and if I listen to it while fishing, it will double the hell I unleash.

I think you need to be fisherman to understand.

– A spare iPod for when I drop the other one in the drink while lighting a cigarette.

Site of the Day: From Cockeyed, the military use of Silly String.

– I’m helping Erik write the questions for next week’s trivia at Pete’s Candy Store. Could you name ten marsupials? We think that question may be too vague and/or hard.
– Ben Roethlisberger weighs 241 pounds and he is a quarterback, generally not one of the larger guys on the field. I want to tell that to the guy I met at Eight Mile Creek who tried to tell me that Austrailian Football is more brutal. Granted, they do rip off ears, but the average guy is about 220. Lightweights. For the record, I am a strapping 166.

– This pie game is impossible.

– Getting back into writing or going to the gym are both hard. Really hard. But like the old joke about the old saying: no pain equals no pain. Pass the nachos.

– Airlines would be cooler if they named certain routes like the railroads do: The Califronia Zephyr, The City of New Orleans, The Ethan Allen Express, The Empire Builder. That shit is cool. I think I am inspired to take The Keystone home for Thanksgving. Good morning, PA, how are you? Pass the turkey.

– I’m studying up on bonefish.

– Someone said that the most exclusive club in the world is the Senate, as it only allows one hundred members. That person was stupid and snooty. One of the real most exclusive clubs is NFL team owners. There are only 31. If I ever am really rich, I will join it. And monkeys may fly out of my butt.

Site of the Day: From a gentleman I met once a while ago, Rosecrans’ How to Apoligize to Your Girl Friend: Let her use the bathroom pass more often than the other kids.

Today’s pic: Last Saturday, after watching hours and hours of football, at 10PM when we popped out to a bar, Mary just popped on a complete Scarley O’Hara outfit.
You must be terribly sick of the number 47, which has been on the site for a few days. The weather is getting colder. Work is busy with the pre-holiday rush. Where have I been with inane distractions and pictures of NYC nightlife and banality? I’ve just been busy finishing a really good book (reading, not writing, unfortunately). Here’s some random thoughts and links to make up for my neglect:

– Missing the photos I used to put of drunk girls in NYC? This site has similar shots, albeit those girls are hipper and more in need of a shower.

– Have you noticed that daylight savings in the fall is like a B-12 shot? I feel great in the mornings now. I know it won’t last, but it is awesome so far. Why do annual things always feel new? Are our memories really that short? Here’s a boring article on how to improve your memory. Can you competently explain daylight savings? Read this and settle your mind once and for all.

– This article literally bored me to death, but I am a grammar nazi about that misuse.

– “The truth is, I live in a weird netherworld, somewhere between the dead and those guys who are out riding their bikes, doing stuff like that.” Me too.

– I am Mean Sean

– Too many links, shows, magazines, movies, books, and bars in the world? Suffering information overload with links like that, where the web author does not tell you where they go? Set this as your homepage and quit the madness cold turkey.

Today’s entry can serve as a template for every 20-something NYC blog out there:

Last night, I met up with INSERT NAME at INSERT BAR in WILLIAMSBURG LES EV to see their friend spin. We threw back a few PBRs while listening to CHOOSE STROKES SHINS SPREE ARCADE FIRE OR CURRENT IT BAND. We met these two GIRLS OR BOYS who were from OHIO OR FLORIDA and got so wasted, but ended up staggering home alone after last call.

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Of course my version is for a thirty-something:

Last night I met up with Erik at Scenic in the East Village because it was conveniently close to my long-term girlfriend’s warm apartment. His co-worker was “spinning,” which is slang for touching the play button. He played a mash-up of Fugazi and some singer and we both thought the Fugazi was well-enough left alone. We had a PBR and then immediately switched to Guinness, despite the fact it is double the price. We met no one. At 12:30 we left. I bought some milk on the way home.

Scenic is just another bar in the space formerly occupied by Guernica. The one point of interest is a room long curio cabinet that holds an enormous number of souvenirs and knick-knacks (today’s pic).

Related Links:
– Scenic
– Guernica

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Site of the Day: How am I savoring the sweet nectar of life? Learning to shuffle poker chips.

In between video games and football this weekend, inspired by my gilrfriend’s recent purge and move, I got organized. I threw out a pile of crap as big as a normal sized refrigerator. Or I would have to guess so, being that I don’t have a normal sized refrigerator to compare.
Once the junk was gone, I put away all my scattered clothes in a new dresser (a three hour task) and bought some plastic boxes from the National Wholesale Liquidators to store my remaining toys. To my displeasure, when I got the boxes home I turned the lid over to find this sticker? Godammit! Now where am supposed to store all these babies?

The infants are stacked in the corner, but the rest of the place is spotless and feels twice as big. I forgot I had such nice hard wood floors. And that I was so thirty-something.

Related Links:
– National Wholesale Liquidators, I go once a day, just to browse.

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Site of the Day: Terrible Halloween Costumes

Colleen and Walks invited the Tech army to their Murry Hill pad to watch the Hokies beat up poor Maryland. The Terps kept it close until halftime and then left their guts in the locker room. I enjoyed the game, but more than that, I really enjoyed the fried chicken and red wine. In the photos below, you can see:- The kids watching football
– The pretty lady peanut gallery
– Mary and I commiserating State’s loss
– Hokie Toasties
– The spouses with warring t-shirts
– Colleen and I staying up too late and drinking too much

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Site of the Day: My favorite Steeler, Mel Blount, the greatest corner back to ever play, was inducted into the Cowboys of Color Hall of Fame.

I left today’s pic of the day at home, so instead I’m trolling the news photos. I found a few pictures that pertain to previous STC.com entries.
On the left is Shakira doing her patented boob-shake at the Fashion Rocks concert I attended on September 8 (reported here). Apparantly, I am not the only one who noticed her talents. Since that show, this photo has become one of the most emailed at Yahoo News.

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The middle shot shows the scowl of the talented Danica Patrick. I wrote about her back in June (seen here). I was right. She finished 12th, earned $1.2M, and won the Indy Rookie-of-the-Year (Indy Car 2005 Standings). Also, she was knocked out of her last race by a crash and was later accused of punching the other driver in the emergency vehicle. She claimed, and it was confirmed, that she didn’t punch him, but poked him firmly in the head and told him to “use this.” For all this and more, I am very fond.

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On the end, is Wilma, the last named hurricane of the season. After her, if there is another tropical storm, it will be named “alpha.” I think the whole naming concept for hurricanes is dumb. Who on earth wants to share a name with a killer storm? Certainly not any Katrina’s out there, nor Fred’s lovely ginger wife.

Related Links:
– Wilma Now Most Intense Atlantic Storm Ever
– Hurricane Names 2005

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Site of the Day: A wedding to rival Erik and Kertin’s.

While my girlfriend was packing for her move last week, she began develop a touch of buyer’s remorse (or renter’s) about her new apartment. Although it is in a better location and has more light, it is a touch smaller than her old place. When she got stressed, I took some advice from my brother Dan and threw money at the problem. I decided to give her a custom closet to ease her mind.
I intended to pick the pieces myself at The Container Store, but a clerk convinced me to talk to a “Closet Specialist” and sent me out into the store with a beeper to wait until one is available. I was skeptical, but the pleasantly surpised. My specialist was friendly and helped me design a kick-ass closet. The cool part is that they cut the pieces to size to optimize the space. They also walk you through installation (not that I needed it, I’m real handy) and deliver the pieces.

In a town where space is a premium, the amount of extra storage the organizers give you is well worth the expense. The whole system was reasonably priced and only took me a few hours to assemble.

Relate Links
– The Container Store
– Whipped

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Site of the Day: Encylopedia Brown may make it to the cinema. I grew up idolizing the ten-year-old genius and hope he kicks Potter’s ass and steals Hermione.