Butt Kicking

Blogging from the living room. Shit is real word, so much less cold then my room. If our apartment was the galaxy, my room would be Hoth. Moving on...

I wore shorts on Sunday. It was great, I could almost taste the BBQ. The weather was really dank, unexplainable. Also Pat and I discovered and thoroughly crushed a baller Indian restaurant. There is already a post-blog leftover party planned, and I'm the only person on the guest list.

Milan v Arsenal on projector

I'm through with winter. Its gotten rather old by now. If it isn't going to snow then, I mean, let's just warm things up here. Get people into shorts more often. Make people believe in global warming.

Matt Murray crushed his first brew yesterday. This ensued:

Lack of solid postings lately has been brought on by mondo work in the Emersonz department. Had a lot of thing on my mind recently. Jesus, rapist, etc. Such is the life of a writer. Speaking of which, writers can work again! Huzzah!

Recently Dave Hyde has been coming at me with threats. I've shaved my beard, save my mustache and the status of whether or not my hair will share the same fate is DtD.

Goddesses. Hyde the younger once said that all Emerson girls are goddesses. At first I scoffed at his rookie remarks. But now, since I only appear at school four times a week, and I'm not bombarded with crappy Emerson folk all day, I think I can see where he was coming from. Plain and simple some Emerson girls are goddesses. But I guess that's true with the world these days.

I need to do laundry. Wheather is killing me. Spring deliver us from this winter soon...

Take Out

I was riding the T this morning, reading Bill Simmons, and Bosstones came up over my earpiece. Boston.

Crazy weather this past weekend. Cold today, snow in the future.

hAD SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO BLOG ABOUT. fORGOT IT. iNVERTED CASES!

Photography is really about making art out of things we can see with our own eyes. Almost like pointing to things and telling people to look. Open some eyes now and then.

I think my soul has repaired most of the damage following the fallout of XLII. Baseball starts soon. Which means the sun comes soon. Which means the meat and beer times come soon. Winter.

Red Elf Needs Food Badly

I saw an advert on the T the other day for laser eye surgery. It was at this moment when I realised that we live in the future. Glasses? Contact lenses? Fuck that! We fix our eyes with lasers! Fucking lasers! Like the shit that scared the crap out of people only, what, 50 years ago? Now we wield the mighty laser to do our bidding, and correct our stigmas.



Matt and I went to the C's game about a week ago. Lost by two to the Canadian Dinosaurs. Triple digit scores for both sides. Fulkerson curse continues, I'm waiting until we're blacklisted from Celtics games.

Football game this weekend. The superbowl has always been a bittersweet event for me. Its great because its the super bowl and the two best teams are playing (sometimes...), but its sucks because it means no pigskin for another year. If the Pats win, I get a free haircut thanks to the legendary Damian Vasquez! Granted its going to be his call when we get to the barber, but whatev. Haircuts are the most retarded thing to pay for. It would be like paying someone to brush your teeth. Hair is hair.

Sea Monster

Lack of blogs = lack of things happening in my life these days. No school, no work, minimal other things, maximum Call of Duty 4. I have literally wasted the last weeks or so of my life. Vacation? Maybe. I just feel like a turd. I now understand how people can become reclusive and antisocial these days. Time the only true constant, fucking always keeping us going. School starts in few days, a welcome return to normalcy. Doing work will make me feel worthy again.

Poop. It is literally up in you all the time. Now. Later. Tomorrow. Literally any time there is poop in you. Just thought of that while I was dropping some grumpage. Tight visual for ya there. Spellcheck disagrees with grumpage.... and spellcheck.

Need something new to enter the scene. Something fresh, maybe someone fresh? Everyday holds infinite possibilities. Risk

Patri-truths on Sunday. Chargers are lame. Still can't believe the Giants have made it this far. Check Eli boozing:

Stadium Seating

Thoughts from yesterday. Chess. trees. snow. lights. pizza. markers. The future will have good things. Great things. But it will also have horrible things. Cicadas only live about a day and a half, yet they change the world. Really crazy things.

Pasta Sauce

Back in 9 fulkerson. Carnage from news yearz still isn't fully repaired. Probably never will be. We seem to be holding out on our rent until Alpha comes to clean the floors. Standoff of the year! Zing! 2008 joke right off the bat.

New room mate. One Macklin in the unit. Good stuff. Basement is now in full functioning mode. Something Hyde never accomplished.

I voted yesturday, last day in NH. Primaries. Today I found out my guy was done with trying to be prez of this nation. Bummer. Have to vote for the other, other guy now. Second choice will most likely bite it as well.

Hyde is a global traveler. I shudder at the thought. Some things shouldn't be released unto the world. Hyde is one of them. Real toxic stuff. Very legit.

Obligatory pic: