Anybody want to be my best friend in the universe?

Lend me the money to buy this...

I'll kiss you or wash your car weekly for the rest of your life, plus pay you back within 4 months.

Don't judge me.

So, I went to the AFC Championship game yesterday...

For FREE. Thanks Gina for being stuck in Maryland and Bob for having awesome friends. Go Pats!

Anybody who's ever moved a grand relates...

On most days I like my job.

But not when I'm in till 2am on Monday, then 4am on Tuesday.

I blame Mitt Romney. Just lose already.

My new love.

I'm in love again. I haven't been in love for well over a year, so I figure it's alright. And I'm gonna have to spend quite a bit to get her, but I've decided it's worth it. Her name is Rebeca, now I just need to decide which color. Please cast your vote.

Baby Blue?

Or Gold Flake Sparkle?

Jason came to Boston, and it went something like this...

So this is the New Year...

I am a bit of a Scrooge when it comes to doing super touristy things. Tourists are super annoying and the 'highlight reel' approach to a vacation seldom appeals to me. So I was a little hesitant about doing New Years Eve in Times Square, New York City. The mandatory waiting in a pen in the freezing cold for 8 hours was not encouraging me much either.

But the unwritten law of New Years is you kinda have to go where the girl goes. And Annie wanted to do Times Square. We actually had a totally good time. My best college bud, Jason came along after spending a few days in Boston. Mr. Slow-Mover himself, kissed the face off someone else in our group at midnight (it remains a barely guarded secret whom). Also joining us were L-to-the-Puggle, her mission companion and her friend Erin, and my old roommate Yancy.

The cold was bad, but the pen wasn't very crowded, so we had plenty of room to move around. We did the wave, the limbo, a congo line, and played some pretty fun games. Joining us were a fun little group of "I can't believe they're not mormons" and some frightening drunk Australians who were very fond of shouting Wanker. I got to see The Bravery and Velvet Revolver too. All in all it was a fun evening and the thrill of screaming "Happy New Years!" with millions of other people is really pretty cool. Then there's the mass singing of Old Lang Syne, New York-New York, and Imagine. I'm a little disappointed that The Final Countdown didn't make the playlist, but you can't ask for everything, I suppose. Pictures...




P.S. The girl on the left in this last pic is the female double of Al Deans. (With the obvious additions of hair and breasts) Not just looks either, behavior too. It was very disturbing.

Gina broke her foot...

And she asked me to write something funny on her cast.

I'm getting on a plane in 2 hours.

And still I blog! So, as an Arizona boy, I've never developed much love for snow. It's cold and wet, and while it can be beautiful, it can also be terribly inconvenient stuff. You've gotta shovel it, scrape it off your car, step in large mounds of it to get to the parking meter, etc...

But I loved doing this.


That's the girls' who live upstairs door.

I came home and found my roommates and home-teaching companion David diligently piling snow high against their door. (Mind you, David and I home teach the girls upstairs) A few weeks ago the two younger girls in the house announced that they were initiating a prank war with us. The proceeded to hide our shampoo or steal our pillows. Little stuff. Trouble is, none of us think little when it comes to prank wars. We default in our minds to much weightier fare, like lighting doors on fire, setting mice loose in the house, or leaving upper-deckers. The first like 4 pranks I thought of would have flat-out ended our friendship. But this one was good. Severe, but not cruel. So I joined in, though truthfully the job was mostly done already.

The determined efforts of David to the project were admirable. He really got behind this with all his heart. Thanks Dave. Big ups to my roomies who managed to scale back a bit and still put the stank in prank.

I want this T-Shirt.

"Rockin' the Suburbs just like Quiet Riot did..."

So my newest roommate Ben is a musically talented fellow. More importantly, he's a musically motivated fellow. We often break into spontaneous covers of Chicago or Lisa Loeb or 2Pac, or Debbie Gibson. On certain early afternoons, evenings, and Saturdays we take turns on drums and electric guitar rocking punk and 90's grunge. We have fun, but often lament our limited ensemble. There's a lot of musical instruments in this house and only 4 hands and feet inclined to play them. Simply stated, we are in need of a 3rd or 4th rocker. Now recruiting. Submit to applications to this blog.

Hahaha

From Dooce.

So... the blog.

Well, I have severely neglected the rites of blogging for several months now. I even fail to read anymore. For goodness sakes, Kristy has even blogged like 7 times since I last read the blogs. Which means Natalie has blogged approximately 657 times (I stopped counting) and Laura Pugmire has still not blogged once.

Hell, even Criddle has a new blog these days which, had I known about, I would've one the name Cindell contest. I rule the Ewok movies. Ok, enough ranting, it took me two hours to read blogs tonight... that's what happens when you get behind.

Just say the word... Stu, Stu, Studio.

Hi-Tops

I designed my own chuck taylor's a few weeks ago on the converse site. They arrived today and are rad. Chocolate brown with navy blue tongues and gray highlights and laces. They even have Mooney sewed into the canvas.

What an awesome term.

Click this link.

OK, who wants to go see her with me on Friday?

Game 6.

Was totallyfreakingawesome. See?

Then you take the recycling out. That's not part of it, but still very important.

So I've decided this week I'm putting my studio back to work. I have too much nice stuff to never use it and while I love my job at NPR it's not exactly stirring the creative impulses in me very much. I'm gonna start by recording some local people for free and see if I can't get a little bit of business underway.

"It's bizness, it's bizness time... you know what I'm talking about it's the time we do the bizness."

It's hard.

I'm used to blogging at night. But the new schedule has me kinda backwards. The morning is now the time that I am most present of mind. I'll have to start making time to hit this puppy in the morning or the blog might disappear entirely.