MaxFunCon classes registered
craxy: whathappened: doug: In the morning I’ll be taking a creative writing session with John Roderick of The Long Winters and 4-5 of my greatest pals, and in the afternoon making animation with Pendleton Ward (of Adventure Time fame). You know, just another day at MaxFunCon. What a life I’ve scored myself. DITTO! YLNT in the morning, crafting in the afternoon! YLNT morning pals! Pub...
Twangfest 15 →
I know I’m missing three of my favorite Twangfest alumni by bailing early for MaxFunCon, but I’m still not sure how I’m supposed to be able to photograph Elizabeth Cook, Jill Andrews and Kelly Willis on Wednesday and Thursday without seeming too creepy. Also: posters. Holy crap.
doug asked: They're just a crappy weekly local read by all the hip kids. They rely on my photos for most theatre/arts coverage and are generally pretty good about remembering, but when they get sloppy on this stuff they get really, really sloppy.
Whirley-Pop? Check. Multimeter? Check. Type-K temperature probe? Check. Infrared gun thermometer? Check. Metal colanders? Check. Oven mitt? Check. MDR Pocket Rocket camp stove and fuel? Check. 8 pounds of green coffee beans? Check. Holy shit, you guys, next week is going to be fun.
Dear Foursquare, Glue, IntoNow, Instagram, Etsy and every other service that turns the people I love into spam-shitters on Twitter and Facebook, Please knock it the fuck off and find a better way to market your business. I don’t give a flying shit what song someone is listening to or TV show they are watching right this second. Thanks, Jason *Instagram almost gets a pass, because at...
SLOAN. Happy New Sloan Album Day, everybody. The Double Cross is a winner. Early favorites: “It’s Plain To See” and “Beverly Terrace”.
So I just spent the last 5 hours wrestling a new “universal” burner into the gas grill, in which I had to make a second trip to the hardware store and improvise a set of steel struts to secure the “universal” burner to the existing welded legs inside the body of the grill because BRINKMAN DOESN’T CONFORM TO UNIVERSAL STANDARDS. This was after removing the bottom...
Astute Graphics: VectorScribe Studio plugin for... →
I think I’ll be buying this soon. Holy cuh-rap. Puts XTreamPath and FILTERiT to shame.
Guided By Voices | North of Onhava →
You want a weekend time-suck, or something to flesh out your Instapaper reading list? Go read Jim Greer’s GBV posts, the most entertaining of which are part of a series called “Hunting Accidents: The Further Adventures of Guided By Voices”. h/t my pal Lane at No Ugly Babies
Hunter Becomes The Hunted →
I dug up this story Lane and I wrote during my junior/his sophomore year of college, in which we embark on a ridiculous road trip to meet Hunter S. Thompson. It still makes me smile.
AMURRRICUH, FUCK YEAH!
I don’t get the glee. I don’t understand the thirst for blood. It seems terrifically naïve to think that this is going to be some sort of repair for damage done. I didn’t have any friends or family in New York and only a couple in D.C., and I don’t know anyone who’s served, so maybe that’s it. Maybe I just don’t understand patriotism, or maybe I understand...
joeblubaugh replied to your photo: Switched from fancy Jack Black pomade ($16/2oz.)… Me, I’m a Dapper Dan man. I like the smell of my hair treatment; the pleasing odor is half the point.