I'd rather be the pauper of Scranton than the King of Wilkes-Barre
2009 additions:
at the end of 2009, I have eaten a meal in 25 out of 50 states
this does not include Minnesota which I only got gas in (was only in the state for 10 minutes)
this also does not count airports.
best comedy albums:
other great things:
Vic Chesnutt (1964-2009)
You are Never Alone (mp3)
[audio:http://www.indyweek.com/music/1003/alone.mp3]It’s OK, you can take a condom
It’s OK, you can take Valtrex
It’s OK, you can get an abortion
And then keep on… keeping’ on.It’s ok, you can take a Prilosec
It’s ok, you can take Vioxx
It’s ok, you can get a quadruple bypass
And then keep on… keepin’ on
And then keep on… keepin’ onYou are… never alone
You are… never alone
You are… never alone
You are… never aloneIt’s OK, in moderation
It’s OK cutting down
It’s okay, you can quit tomorrow
But for now, keep on keeping on.
But for now, keep on keeping on.It’s OK, you can take the bible
It’s OK, you can be saved
You can be forgiven
For now, keep on keepin’ on
For now, keep on keepin’ on.You are… never alone
You are… never alone
You are… never alone
You are… never alone
Next time you’re watching Karate Kid Part 2, note the opening scene outside the tournament. You’ll see what appears to be a young Adam Powell (Alexander Polinsky of Charles in Charge fame) ask for Daniel’s autograph… and say he’s from Reseda. Daniel says that’s where he’s from.
IMDB has the kid labeled as one Garth Johnson, but I would almost put money on it.
We live in a mechanical age. It is an age of steel and electricity. Motors and carbon lights have come to be as familiar to us as horses and candles used to be, we have become a mechanic today in order to be of any particular use to society or ourselves. We cannot be happy and be simple any longer. We have been converted into strange forms run on the electric principle, and controlled by the pushing of a button. If we appear to go wild sometimes and cut wide figures down the middle of the road, it is because we have pressed the wrong button. It is not safe to trust ourselves on the street for fear we shall suddenly dash off without anyone at the switch. Nobody is safe anymore.
It’s not surprising that Flight of the Conchords is over. The first season was three years worth of well-tested stage material converted for the small screen – and it was a great success. When the second season came due there was nothing left in the bank.
Look forward to seeing you again in three years.
Where is the ritual
And tell me where where is the taste
Where is the sacrifice
And tell me where where is the faith
-Mark Sandman
SANDMAN: At Your Service (Featurette) from Gatling Pictures on Vimeo.
I’m just rehashing some of my favorite albums and songs of the decade. This one has carved a permanent place.
Dear Netflix,
You win. I can’t beat you.
Sincerely,
Chris
Dane Cook: I’m so popular I could get 4,000 idiots to “like” a stupid emoticon on my Facebook page.
Chris Flannery: No way… in how much time?
Dane Cook: One hour.
Chris Flannery: I’ll bet you $100 you can’t.
Dane Cook: Bring it. (Makes a shocker gesture and shakes my hand).
as transcribed by me from the Bill Callahan cover version:
Where did our dreams all go?
If you touch me you could let me know
Like the storm breaks for a rainbow
We watched while love disclosed white forever (?)
Lets save moment glows
While the storm breaks for a rainbow
If i could only show how my heart breaks
And the memories flow
Like the storm breaks for a rainbow
You gave me more than know
But i’ll remember what we treasured most
When the storm broke for the rainbow
I’d give my life, my soul
if you love me once before you go
And let the storm break for the rainbow
Where did the rainbow go?
Oh, how the times have changed.
