Makin Lists

I'm making a list of shit to do before I leave Philly. Thus far I have:

• Eat at Tacconelli's


• Eastern State Penn Tour


• Masonic Lodge Tour


• Go to the Rosenbach Museum


• Go to the Top of City Hall

More to come.

This Song

Just came on twice in a row on the ole ipod and I let it play through both times because it gives me such a boner:



also, this song:

Fuck Me

It's snowing again. This url transfer is taking forever and, I dunno, insert some other random bitching here.

Here's a picture I took this summer. Remember summer? Me neither.

Friday

I love Juggalos. Twiztid, an artist on Psycopathic Records, is playing the TLA Friday. What does this mean for you and I? Juggalos! It also means that the shitshow of Hot Topic fashions that is South Street is gonna look way worse on Friday. And by worse I mean greasier, portlier, homelier, way more anti-gay, clandestinely christian and altogether just gross.

I've been thinking of taking my camera and some whiskey out there Friday night, to take pictures of the Juggaloes in action. Seemed like a fun way to spend a night. Also, my birthday is Thursday. Getting wolfpacked by a bunch of mouthbreathing ICP fans seems like a fitting post-mortem to a pointless birthday. But, like I said, I was on the fence. Until I read this over at the ticketing site for this event:

Four Stars. Subject: Whoop. Whoop.

i was at the tla for the toxic terror tour in 2008 it was the best show i went to sent i was a juggalo i got there early and saw jamie and madrerox going to get a bite to eat was to fellow them but i thoughtent so i did. this year is going to be wicked i cant waite to chill with family

This was the best show he went to sent he was a juggalo! He saw jame and madrerox getting food and thoughtent to follow them!

I Have a Problem

Every time I see pulpy Vonnegut books with awesome sci-fi covers, I have to buy them. They rule so hard. Came home with these two yesterday:

Still Waiting

I went to the museum today. I think I should be able to take a puppy to the museum. Glad you asked, there are two primary reasons. 1. having a puppy would be a great way to approach the overwhelming number of seemingly single women at the museum. Of course, the second I go to the museum with the express purpose of trying to meet women, the place will no doubt look like a ponytail and goatee convention. It will look nothing like today, when I was trying to get my 14-year-old niece stoked on stuff she couldn't care less about. 2. having a puppy would spruce up the less than exciting moments at the museum. Seriously impressionism, get your shit together.

I also pondered one of life's greatest mysteries whilst traipsing around the city: do you buy the yellow car because you've got the questionable facial hair, or do you grow the questionable facial hair once you purchase the yellow car? Indeed.

While I Wait

for my new url to propagate, here are two pictures of chester, number one cat.


Oh hey creep. I don't want to cuddle right now.


Excercise? Bitch please, I'm fat

also, I flickerated my snowmageddon pics.. Sigh, I need a good camera and a new flickr pro account too, apparently.