Sunday, September 25, 2011
Hugh
Jesus, Hugh Jackman, maybe I shouldn't judge on a crappy commercial during Sunday Night Football alone, but what the hell was going through your head when you signed on to do Real Steel? Maybe it will prove me wrong and/or maybe it will make a ton of money but that shit looks beyond awful.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
T Out
Man, I haven't been on here forever. And when I say "forever" I mean over a year. Jesus. I keep thinking, "I should get back to blogging" but then never do.
Is blogging even a thing anymore anyway? I feel like everybody is all tweet or nothing. Nobody wants to read anything more than a line. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. It's not like I have a million followers or really even do this for anybody's entertainment at this point.
So, that said ...
I moved fairly recently and in doing so made me realize that I really need to streamline my crap a bit. I have boxes of junk that I moved (some of which was moved at least once already) that I need to go through and more than likely purge. At least 80% of it can probably go. Really 100% can probably go but you know, some of it has emotional ties or sentimental value or maybe even real value (someday -- at least in my head) or whatever so I need to sift through before just throwing it all in a dumpster.
One thing I have a lot of is T-shirts. Too many. And T-shirts often have odd sentimental value to me. But they get thin and ill fitting and stained and stretched out. Despite all that I often want to keep them. But I'm telling myself to cut the ties and get rid of them. So some are going. A little at a time. Usually they get one last retirement tour -- a day on the town before they disappear to wherever T-shirts go when they die.
So here's the first of (hopefully many) to be sent off to T-shirt heaven (or hell):
When I signed my lease at Stuyvesant Town back in September of 2002 this was a welcome gift from the management company. A nice, new apartment, a new direction in life AND a new T-shirt. Excitement was high and I like to reminisce of that day and those times that followed. But it's time to go, PCV-ST T-shirt. It was fun while it lasted.
Is blogging even a thing anymore anyway? I feel like everybody is all tweet or nothing. Nobody wants to read anything more than a line. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. It's not like I have a million followers or really even do this for anybody's entertainment at this point.
So, that said ...
I moved fairly recently and in doing so made me realize that I really need to streamline my crap a bit. I have boxes of junk that I moved (some of which was moved at least once already) that I need to go through and more than likely purge. At least 80% of it can probably go. Really 100% can probably go but you know, some of it has emotional ties or sentimental value or maybe even real value (someday -- at least in my head) or whatever so I need to sift through before just throwing it all in a dumpster.
One thing I have a lot of is T-shirts. Too many. And T-shirts often have odd sentimental value to me. But they get thin and ill fitting and stained and stretched out. Despite all that I often want to keep them. But I'm telling myself to cut the ties and get rid of them. So some are going. A little at a time. Usually they get one last retirement tour -- a day on the town before they disappear to wherever T-shirts go when they die.
So here's the first of (hopefully many) to be sent off to T-shirt heaven (or hell):
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| $2,100 a month and all I got was this lousy T-shirt |
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