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Baby Lucas and his father enjoy a nap after a hard day of eating, sleeping, and pooping. Some more :Lucas Todd Devin, Luke’s Zoolander face.

My name is Sean and I drink Guinness, so I guess I’m Irish. Which is good, because in a few hours, I’m flying to the Emerald Isle for a vacation with my friend Matt. His wife, afraid of rain, gave us permission to go and do nothing but drink and watch Euro 2004. She is poolside in North Carolina.

To prepare for the trip last night, I got drunk in a pub on Guinness with a bunch of Irishmen, including my firiend Patrick, and one Scot, Tyler.

I’m going to try and post a few entries from the road, but that maybe difficult. Here’s a list of potential place we may visit:
– Gallway, and the islands of Gallway, Inis Meen, or the beach Salt Hill
– A small town called Roscommon, where Patrick’s brother Michael has a bar called Church Street Station
– A tiny town called Birr where Patrick’s other brother Cuimin runs a cab company.
– Kerry, Listowel
– Kylnore Abby
– Cliffs of Mohr There is no fence.
– Adare
– Achill Islands
– Kinsale
– Bunratty Castle and their medieval banquette
– Westport
– West Cork
– Dublin

These are all potentials. We may not leave the pub.
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In other news, I”M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE. I didn’t feel quite ready, but then again, will I ever? It’s a big step, but the three of us feel really good about it; Jerry and Cary are having a baby. Due date is January 15.
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Have a nice Fourth, yo.
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Site of the Day: From Mike and Rachelle, Why you should not put your photo on the Internet?

This teacher is in jail for sleeping with a fourteen-year-old high school boy. If at her trial, when asked to present her defence, this woman turned on a boom box and jumped on the desk and began to shake it to Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher,” well, that would be real cool.
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In weird bit of irony, Ted Rall, whom I’ve met a bunch, wrote an article that summarized exactly what I’ve been thinking; Michael Moore is a big, fat idiot. I’m a liberal, but I can’t join other bloggers in lauding this douchebag. I liked the Left when we didn’t have a Rush Limbaugh.

Actually a few. Today’s picture should be the awesome Lindsay Robertson for inviting me to perform at the Ritalin Reading series. I had fun and the other performers cracked my shit up.

A ton of thanks to all my friends who showed up: Tyler, Lauren, Adam, Jess, Pete, Diedre, and Mike. Because Mike (and Diedre) joined me at The Edge and because I didn’t have a pic from his birthday Friday, and because I didn’t take any pics at the reading, and most important, because he was standing beside ME when a picture was taken, he gets to be Pic of the Day.
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Site of the Day: You can check out of the Army anytime you like, but you can never leave. Fuck Bush.

My cat, which was really my mother’s cat after I left home, has gone to that great patch of sun on the carpet in the sky at the old age or fourteen. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I thought it would be too big of a buzzkill for Monday.
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To cheer me up, go to my reading tonight and laugh outloud, even if for some crazy reason I am not funny.

The weather was splendid this weekend in the big city. On Friday, the whole gang turned out at The Edge to help Mike celebrate his 28th and to welcome Diedre to town. Lazy as I am, my camera stayed upstairs, but Christina did get a shot of me trying to eat Lauren. I have no idea why. Mike is in the background, older. Wiser. And certainly, drunker.

Christina also took this photograph of a red, white, and blue sky from the roof of the Hotel Gansevoort. A huge wrap-around roof deck beside the lit-up pool provides a perfect spot to watch the sunset with a vodka tonic. The music was awful, but for some unknown reason, there was a huge fireworks display over in Jersey City. Maybe they were warming up for next week.
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Site of the Day:

Our new mother company is putting together an online directory of all employees on the Interweb and we had to get headshots yesterday. I dressed like GWB for shits and giggles. Elect me. Now and forever.
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On a side note, the photo was taken by my buddy Rob with his new digital Canon SLR. 6 Megapixel. The picture quality is just unbelievable. I covet the gadgets.
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Site of the Day: I prefer to use a pistol when I'm fishing for carp.

A few works ago I wrote an entry about my trip to the tattoo parlor with my friend Ben. Today he sent me this image of the completed work (done by Tim Kern @ Last Rites). Unbelievably good work. It’s amazing that a snarling tribal mask arm sleeve sometimes hides under a sweater, but really, most of my friends are contradictions.
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Site of the Day: The latest and tastiest thing on my iPod.

POTD is the bear lake monster.
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I think a good idea for an iPod commercial would be a dorky, white guy (similar to myself) jogging through a suburban neighborhood development. As he is running, the song “Digital” by Joy Division (or some other slow building, high-anger punk song, send me your suggestions) comes on the headphones.

He begins to run faster. He hurdles a hedge and a small yapping dog charges out at him. Inline with the first angry chorus, he punts that dog high into the air over the trees, beyond his concern. This catalyzes a charging rampage, knocking over garbage cans, ripping out street signs, body-checking the mailman. All this in a punk frenzy, winding up a berserker rage of lawn ornament smashing in what turns out to be…his own front yard.

As the song ends, he looks up to see his wife in the picture window. She glares scolding, but then puts on headphones, the music comes back up, and she shatters the glass with a chair. And then they have, hot p0rn-style sex on the front lawn.

Ok, scratch the last bit.
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In yesterday’s picture, the woman in the lower right was not cut out of a magazine and pasted in. She was washed out by the flash, so I tried to darken just that section in Photoshop. Didn’t work so well, but I think it is funny.
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Site of the Day: Old rock stars have work ethic, after getting hit in the eye with a lollipop, David Bowie played for two hours. To Norwegiens.

Althought the crowd had thinned some by the time I wnet on at last night’s reading, I still had an awesome time. The intimate group allowed me to talk directly with the audience and ask them questions like if they knew what the Icky-shuffle was. I read an essay about my day on reality TV and the material is gold, but the credit goes to the writers of that show. The enthusiasm for telling was mine, though. Thanks to Tori for inviting me to perform.
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Site of the Day: Lif is a maze. In hindsight, today’s site is really dumb. Apologies. Here’s somthing else: this guy takes the sort of photos I wish I took on his commute.