For the return of Project Runway. That was definitely my new show find last year.
And I'm totally into the update on last year's winner, Jay.
You're either in, or you're out.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Procrastination Post #2: The Origins of Procrastination and Some Drinking
I guess I never explained the title of this and the previous post. My grad school semester, for all intents and purposes, ends as of Wednesday. It's been a great semester and I'm in pretty good shape with my work that's due, but I am also a notorious procrastinator. Which leads me to my other story:
My school is in Austin (UT--er, hook 'em horns!) and my wife lives in Houston. Sara is much smarter than me, so she maneuvered me into taking salsa lessons. She says it's fun and romantic and all that, but I think the real reason is so that she wouldn't have to make the trip up to Austin twice a month. Very cagey, that Sara.
Anyway, I was down in H-bomb as usual and with finals looming, had many intricate plans for study. Well, the router needed to be moved away from the cable modem and my friend was playing out on Saturday night at my favorite Houston venue, Rudyards, and I really haven't been to a show in so long and it would only be for a couple of hours.... You get it.
It all turned out OK, however--a fact I know relieves my one or two readers out there. The band, the Yuppie Pricks, were quite good. I love sneering, '80s style American psychos mixed with some punk rock. And my friend is a great drummer, which is good because I don't like to lie to people and say I like what they do when I really think they are crap.
To wrap up this long masturba-story, I, like my old friend Miss Tanya, really enjoyed about three more Newcastles--one of the few beers that I can drink one after another--than I really should have. Got home at nearly 3 and had to catch a bus up to Austin for a key project meeting that afternoon. I made it and everything was cool. Especially since I had until 5:30 today for study--oops--and I'm sure I will be totally focused after class tonight and will get up really early tomorrow morning and open the book right away....
My school is in Austin (UT--er, hook 'em horns!) and my wife lives in Houston. Sara is much smarter than me, so she maneuvered me into taking salsa lessons. She says it's fun and romantic and all that, but I think the real reason is so that she wouldn't have to make the trip up to Austin twice a month. Very cagey, that Sara.
Anyway, I was down in H-bomb as usual and with finals looming, had many intricate plans for study. Well, the router needed to be moved away from the cable modem and my friend was playing out on Saturday night at my favorite Houston venue, Rudyards, and I really haven't been to a show in so long and it would only be for a couple of hours.... You get it.
It all turned out OK, however--a fact I know relieves my one or two readers out there. The band, the Yuppie Pricks, were quite good. I love sneering, '80s style American psychos mixed with some punk rock. And my friend is a great drummer, which is good because I don't like to lie to people and say I like what they do when I really think they are crap.
To wrap up this long masturba-story, I, like my old friend Miss Tanya, really enjoyed about three more Newcastles--one of the few beers that I can drink one after another--than I really should have. Got home at nearly 3 and had to catch a bus up to Austin for a key project meeting that afternoon. I made it and everything was cool. Especially since I had until 5:30 today for study--oops--and I'm sure I will be totally focused after class tonight and will get up really early tomorrow morning and open the book right away....
Procrastination Post #1 : On Things Dave Chappelle
Comedy Central announced that they are airing four shows worth of the skits that caused Dave Chappelle to run away for some spiritual quiet time in South Africa. While I am usually in favor of the artist deciding which of their material should be released, I have to say that I am very curious and excited to see if it's as bad as Dave thought or if he just broke under the pressure.
Don't get me wrong, I think I would have crumpled like a piece of tin foil under the weight of that $50 million deal that he got himself into. And I'm sure there are a lot of nuances to the story that we will never understand. I know a lot of people ask me why I left a job that on the outside seemed amazing, and no matter what I said I know some of them were just internally shaking their head in disbelief. That said, Charlie Murphy has gone on record saying he thought that the material is pretty strong.
So, instead of saying that I don't support the rights of artists, I will spin it with Karl Rove-ian self-serving sinister glee to say that the people should decide whether it is good or not. Give the people what they want, right?
Still love you, Dave. That ain't chocolate--that's doodie, baby!
Don't get me wrong, I think I would have crumpled like a piece of tin foil under the weight of that $50 million deal that he got himself into. And I'm sure there are a lot of nuances to the story that we will never understand. I know a lot of people ask me why I left a job that on the outside seemed amazing, and no matter what I said I know some of them were just internally shaking their head in disbelief. That said, Charlie Murphy has gone on record saying he thought that the material is pretty strong.
So, instead of saying that I don't support the rights of artists, I will spin it with Karl Rove-ian self-serving sinister glee to say that the people should decide whether it is good or not. Give the people what they want, right?
Still love you, Dave. That ain't chocolate--that's doodie, baby!
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