In honor of last night’s 10th anniversary performance of The Long Winters classic album “When I Pretend to Fall”, here’s a throwback to 2004 when @oh_my_darlin picked me and @madoublethew up from my hotel in High Point and drove us to see The Long Winters in Chapel Hill. Look at those fresh faces! #tbt http://ift.tt/IupAZr
Mr. & Mrs. Pop, Thanksgiving 2013 in front of @moniqueadcock’s family tree. #latergram http://ift.tt/1c1g7Ae
TBT. I haven’t changed at all!
Hey, you there. Yes, you. Have you ever wanted a bathroom the color of baby shit? Well, how about one that’s deconstructed into the two primary colors of baby shit? Yep, pale green and a light stucco brown. That kind of baby shit. The kind from vegetarian parents feeding their kid nothing but quinoa, bok choy, and veggie refried beans.
Wait, please don’t run. I’m trying to sell you an East Dallas house. Please come back. It’s only a quarter million.
Somehow, Lindz and I recently started watching a lot of HGTV and I can’t pinpoint exactly when or why, but it’s a very new development. Not any show in particular, either. We watch that one with the brothers. And the one with the realtor and the renovator. And of course all the iterations of House Hunters.
The thing is, we’re not in the market to buy a house, because LOL WE LIVE IN LOS ANGELES and LOL WE DON’T HAVE A BAJILLION DOLLARS IN THE BANK, so it’s kind of depressing? I guess we’re supposed to root for these people to find the homes of their dreams but most of the time I kind of hate them?
Before we got married we watched every Say Yes to the Four David Tutera Weddings-type show, but at least that made a certain kind of sense. We didn’t have any friends out here who’d gotten married so we were sort of flying blind and these shows kind of gave us some insight on what to expect. And I guess these home shows are doing the same thing, because I have learned a lot about the crazy shit you see when looking for homes, like carpeted bathrooms, or bizarre wall treatments/color schemes. So even if I can’t even imagine buying a home (see also: having children) for a long time, watching other people do it makes it less scary. Like if those assholes can do it, how hard can it be, right?
And if you ever want to play a drinking game during one of these shows and want to get black-out wasted, take a shot every time someone says “open-concept”. HOO BOY.
"Actually I am a human"
"I was not expecting that."
My daily lunch jam is El Pollo Loco and I’ve been going there pretty much every day for years now (five plus at least) and I like it because it’s convenient and everyone knows me and most importantly I have a spot that I enjoy sitting where I can spread out my newspapers and catch up on the news while I eat. (The preceding sentence was in fact NOT written by your grandfather, if you can believe it)
But they recently remodeled and didn’t consult with me so now my seat is GONE. I mean, I can still sit in the southeast middle quadrant, but the seat went from a four-top with chairs to a six-top with benches and now it’s oriented to face the side instead of the front. It gets pretty busy in there during lunch (and after going there so long I recognize all the other creatures of habit. There’s the mail guys, the highway patrol guys, a few other folks from nearby offices. Never spoken to any of them, of course, but we all kind of give each other knowing looks, like we’re all part of a secret lunch club. HAHAH worst club ever.) and I feel guilty taking up all that space but I guess that’s El Pollo Loco’s problem now.
So there’s that.
Oh yeah, and don’t even get me started on how the company that makes my hair products decided to discontinue their entire line and re-introduce a whole new line. THE FUCK?!?!
If you can’t tell I’m really not good when it comes to accepting change. I think I need to lay down for a while.
This past weekend a group of us went to the Magic Castle in what’s become our Halloween tradition (3 years running?), mainly because it’s Lindsey’s BFF Taya’s birthday, but also so she can enter their costume contest and win a year’s membership but also: MAAAAAAAGIC.
I never plan for Halloween because I just don’t care about it. I never celebrated as a kid so all the magic and fun of the day is totally lost on me. And besides, I spend most of October in North Carolina for work so I don’t have time to plan anything anyway. Lindsey likes Halloween so I leave all Halloween-related details up to her. When she told me she was planning on being “Sharknado” for Halloween, I have to admit I was pretty skeptical. And when I asked her what I was going to be she said, “you’re going to be Ian Ziering’s character!” And she didn’t mean Steve Sanders, unfortunately.
But as you can see, her costume turned out great. She had little sharks attached to her outfit and she put on a ton of shark tattoos. And I’m Fin Shepard, and if you saw the movie and saw Lindsey and got that she was Sharknado there’s maybe a 50% chance you’ll get my costume. Otherwise I’m just a “zombie hunter” as I overheard someone call me.
Lindsey wound up winning the prize for “funniest costume” and her BFF Taya went as the Sugar Plum Fairy from The Cabin In The Woods (warning: nightmare fuel) and won for scariest.
Tonight we’ll be at home passing out candy. I’m setting the over/under on kids tonight at seven. I think we only got like five last year, which was very disappointing.
Oh hey it’s basketball season and I can only name like four Lakers at this point and they’re probably gonna be awful this year but hey whatever #suitelife #soblessed http://ift.tt/1dLtxGh
Last morning in High Point. 30 degrees at 8am but these horses don’t care. Later dudes. See ya in six months. http://ift.tt/Hdvaiu
this is fucking gorgeous.
this has miguel’s fingerprints all over it, from the first chord to the “oohs” to the tiny weird minor change in the chorus (i think). that nuevo-80’s new wave soul thing that miguel is killing right now. and janelle’s voice is as clear as a bell. i literally swooned when i heard this song.
We missed our chance but this is such a great song for a first dance so everyone start getting married so we can slow dance along with you.
I have a lot of thoughts about baseball right now, OBVIOUSLY. I might be too depressed to be articulate. Clearly home team lost ahhhhgain, which for some reason hurt less this year than in years past (basically THE SKID from two years ago will always be the worst Braves pain I’ve ever felt). We had a pretty rag tag team at the end of it though. I think about all the guys who didn’t play and I’m actually surprised we did as well as we did (Hudson, Beachy, Venters, O’Flaherty, not to mention Dan Uggla and B.J. Upton, who were benched for suckage). But, I’m basically glad we got to play the Dodgers in the post. Even though I didn’t get to see Matt Kemp or Zack Greinke play, and even though Clayton Kershaw still bested us after only three days rest
AND the only way he wouldn’t have is if his arm got ripped off in a shark attack. I’m probably gonna root for them from here on out (but especially if the Cards advance).
Oh, one thing that I forgot to mention in the past week: is Brian Wilson’s look at an all time FUCKED UP or what?! He’s apparently using a Goody hair tie to collect his beard now, and do I see a mohawk going into dreadlocks, or what is that.
Brian Wilson is a terrifying mass of a human being and if I saw him walking down the street I’d probably run across the street to get away from him. But he’s also secretly hilarious (his Photoshops have been amazing) and pitching lights out so I’m cool with it. He’s definitely one of those “if he weren’t on my team I’d hate him” dudes, and hell, I hated him for years with the Giants. But man, between him and Uribe those ex-Giants are working out all right I guess.