- Playing tic-tac-toe against the live chicken in the arcade across from Wo-Hop. (This is gone. The chicken. Not the arcade. I don’t think.)
- Slot car racing upstairs on Broadway. (Also gone.)
- Roast beef sandwich and cheese fries at Brennan Carr in Brooklyn. (Still there. Hopefully.)
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Lyrics of a Long Craptastic Morning That Seems to Never Be Ending
À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…
Eating: The occasional square broken off a chocolate bar from a Claudia Care Package. But mostly just drinking beer.
Making: The second sock to go with the first sock that I mostly knit at Dragon*Con. I am sooooo close to being done with #2.
Gearing Up For: The Chicago Film Festival! Yay! I bought tickets to 11 films. Woooooooot. Although it’s highly possible I may not wind up seeing all of those.
Reading: “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” by Stieg Larsson. So far that girl hasn’t been much involved. But I like the other characters as well.
Watching: One of my favorite shows from last year’s shortened season, LIFE, which has had three episodes in a week’s time and another on Friday. Last Monday’s? Pretty good! Glad it’s back. Friday’s? Sucked soooooo bad. May have been the worst episode of any TV show EVER. This Monday’s? Awesome. Mostly. I had a few reservations. What will Friday bring? Who can say.
Listening to: My Morning Jacket, who I’m going to see tomorrow nightoh. 🙁 Also Joseph Arthur, Nana Grizol, Carla Bruni and some songs from this post and this post .
Lyrics of the Morning
Touch me, I’m going to scream if you don’t.
-My Morning Jacket.
Going to see them tomorrow night! Yippee!oh. 🙁
Once again, world’s oldest profession infiltrates my wallet.
There are currently 15 18 stupid one-dollar bills in my wallet. You KNOW how that annoys me.
There are no strip club visits in my immediate future, so I really don’t need all this waddage.
Plus they’re all nasty, crumpled, soiled, disgusting bills. Thanks, cabbies.
Potential Names Discussed Tonight for the Baby-Boy-To-Be
- Galway
- Wolf
- Jasper
- Oliver (pls sir, can I have another)
- Hubcap (That’s right, ma’am. H-u-b hub, c-a-p cap. Hubcap.)
- Cowboy
- Hoyt
- Thorsten
- Jefferson
- Plum Dandy
- Miles
- Django
But the #1 name of the evening? Just rolled right off my tongue mid-sentence:
- Riverbone.
Oh yeah, baby. There wasn’t a last or middle name that Riverbone wasn’t able to mesh with. This was followed by lots of hysterical laughter and then a suggestion of “Floor Pie” (not by me) due to some visuals at Old Town. I guess you had to be there.
(No, no, no. Not MY baby boy to be. Cripes, people. Settle.)
Twiggy Teens cover Fleet Foxes.
And it’s sooooo goooooood.
Timing of Annual Events.
Some of which I am not even going to again (Nipper, you know which one I mean), but I can never keep the timing straight.
April/May – 2nd Story Festival (Chitown)
May – MDS&W
July – Pitchfork (Chitown)
August – Lollapalooza (Chitown)
Aug/Sept – Dragon*Con
Sept – Monolith
Oct – Chicago marathon (No, not for me to run)
Oct – Rhinebeck
Oct – Chicago Film Festival
Oct/Nov – Chicago Arts & Humanities Festival
Nov – NYC marathon (No, not for me to run)
Subscriptions [updated]
Literary:
Slightly Foxed. Whether you wind up buying the books discussed or not, it’s worth reading on its own.
One Story. Each issue is, as it says, one story. Perfect for the commute.
Musically:
Paste Magazine. The samplers are great. And like me, it is more alternative than the totally mainstream….but it is totally mainstream compared to, say, P*fork.
For the reviews
i.e. so I know when new stuff is coming out:
Rolling Stone.
Entertainment Weekly.
However, the fact that I never flip through these until I have four or five built up generally defeats the purpose of knowing that new books/albums are out when it’s a month later that I read that issue…
Craft-wise:
Interweave Knits. Going to let this one lapse if it ever runs out.
Quilter’s Newsletter.
For the Trivia:
Mental Floss. I really think this is a great magazine. Except I have a mental block on it and I almost never read it. Only in the tub. I should let this one lapse.
For the Recipes. Supposedly:
Everyday Food. I give these to my cousin after I have three or four built-up. I swear I have not renewed this EVER but it just keeps on coming. I cooked from it once or twice. Eh, whatever. Can’t get myself interested in it. At this point, I don’t even flip through them before handing them off.
Gifted:
My co-worker gives me US Weekly every year. Not my fault!
Dangerously Sad, Beautiful Song
Head yourself on over to Fuel/Friends and check out the Ryan Auffenberg song she posted yesterday.
Ouch.
If I start crying at work this morning? So.Not.My.Fault!!!