February 2011
26 posts
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The Big Short
So, being that I’m usually a few months late to any good pop culture party, I’m finally getting around to reading Michael Lewis’ The Big Short. This after having seen him on 60 Minutes (fucking asshole married Tabitha Soren! My 18 year old self finds this totally unfair!), heard him interviewed on Planet Money, and watched, rapt, as Jon Stewart grappled with his genius on The...
weird night
What’s the tasteful amount of time to wait, once a girl has left the restaurant, to start looking for the nude pictures of her on the internet that you are absolutely certain exist? An hour? A week? I honestly don’t know.
Also, possibly unrelated, but likely not, following @claytoncubitt / constant siege has led me to at least a dozen mildly uncomfortable but still oddly fascinating...
Memories of romance
Her (upon hearing my story of a slightly cheesy handmade gift given to a girl more than a decade ago): Aww, that’s sweet. How come you never do anything like that for me?
Me: Because the first time I told you about it, you put your finger in your mouth and pretended to vomit.
Man, nothing ruins a good photo like a pretentious...
I hate to say I told you so, but, ya know... →
It’s not that we thought you were wrong. We just hoped you were.
Slippery slope
1) I’m in Hawaii for a wedding.
2) My primary travel companion is a former bartender, and a solid portion of my coachella crew made the trip as well.
3) We’ve been drunk (at the very least) most of our waking hours.
4) Yesterday, while we were sitting around the fire pit drinking beers and yelling at each other, I got a call that I almost skipped, and probably should have since...
