that's when i reach for my revolver

It's been a bit since I posted. Lately I have been both busy with work and sick as hell, not great conditions under which one can be expected to keep up appearances on my silly blog.

So a quick inventory of the past few weeks:

• Spent the past weekend in Boulder -- polluted myself, ran from a cat with three other grown men, bought cocktail parasols, ate a fantastic burger, learned foosball and played it horribly, and actually got some work done.
• Been listening to lots of LCD Soundsystem and Xiu Xiu -- I do now, in fact, je t’aime the valley OH! and feel like North American scum.
• Rocked with greater frequency with Dan out in the garage. The name for our band is, tentatively, Gestetners. For more info on the stencil duplicator that would be our namesake, check this. I think it kinda works, and I think Dan does too, though he can tell you otherwise in the comments if he so chooses.
  
• Been getting more excited by the day about my brother Mike coming to town this week. I'll be heading out with him to the Monolith Festival this weekend, as well showing him all of the tiny slice of Denver I myself have seen so far. OH AND YEAH IF YOU'RE READING THIS GO BUY MONOLITH TIX NOW!!! They're still available and even if I didn't hold a fundraiser to pay for your way to the show like I may have promised, I've decided I'm no longer accepting that as a valid excuse for some people not making it out here. Besides, I was super sick for like three weeks and I couldn't have made any money at a kissing booth even if I tried.
  
• Started cooking again to mixed results - tomato sauce from scratch turned out considerably better than eggplant parm, which I forgot needed to be sauteed or somehow heated and transformed before being placed in a casserole to bake. I proceeded to bake the eggplant for roughly 4 hours at 250 degrees to reach the desired consistency. Which it still really didn't. It was an utter shit show.
  
• Actually woke up for Friday morning breakfasts two weeks in a row. Got to listen to lots of baby-centric conversation I thought I wouldn't be party to for another 15 years. Silently prayed for my own infertility.
  
• Still haven't seen Superbad. I did however watch New York Stories and sat through about 15 minutes of the "Life Without Zoe" segment from the Coppola family before it was proclaimed by the room to be among the most criminal of garbages and I retreated for a smoke. Woody Allen's "Oedipus Wrecks" short was quite enjoyable though and salvaged the experience.
• Played RISK for the first time in maybe 15 years, and although it's been over a week since the game was started and I'm not the winner, I'm still happy I wasn't the first person eliminated. Sorry again, Wes.
  
• Rediscovered and re-embraced my long-standing love of the powdered, sugar-free drink mix and nectar of the gods known as Crystal Light. Oh, and a special fuck you to all the CL haters out there - you know who you are. More on this development to come in future posts.
  

I suppose that was a handy excuse to avoid recapping my last few weeks in coherent sentences, but well, that's your problem now, not mine.

So now onto the present day. It seems that some of the groups I work on behalf of have me confused with the fine professional pictured below:


So yeah, I'm not an internet secretary, I'm an internet organizer. I feel like some days to get that through the fucking skulls of some of the people I'm working on behalf of I need teach them like Anne Sullivan, spelling the words "I WILL SEND YOU THE REQUESTED MESSAGING AND STRATEGY MEMOS" into their palm in ASL. How hard can this possibly fucking be? It's OK, don't answer that question, I'm not sure I want to know the answer.

Lest you think I'm a completely miserable sod, I will say that work on the whole has been pretty great lately, with the above outburst being an exception to the norm, and living at the Marion House still feels it's the days of wine and roses. And on top of that, today felt like the first day of fall - a startling crispness was in the air and people were wearing sweaters all over the place. Things could be a lot fucking worse.

Almost forgot, here's a song, currently at 59 plays in my iTunes:

Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma