Perhaps the coolest thing about living in NYC is that one night you can watch a movie like Wet Hot American Summer on DVD, and then, the very next night, you can go to Fez and see pretty much the entire cast doing standup.
Need coffee.
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…