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Who wants an Arcade Fire concert film for their Christmas stocking? I do. Check this preview of coming attractions: http://miroir-noir.com/ |
Checking out Mr. Tweet, a personal assistant for discovering great followers and influencers in my network http://mrtweet.net!(Please RT) |
Mike D. is the Bay Cities Deli master. Local knowledge scores us parking spot, quick sandwich pickup, and efficient cash checkout. No kooks! |
The Dominos.com Pizza Tracker is too funny: Jose began making your order at 8:07 pm! Does it update as Joe smokes bowls in the walk-in, too? |
Two tests in the books, and it's looking like I'm changing my commute route. Goodbye, Crescent Heights. Hello, Mulholland Drive. Way better. |
Moving quite slowly thus far today. And wishing the Brunch Fairy would slide down our chimney to deliver some tasty treats. Fingers crossed. |
Did you know that San Francisco has a Hi-NRG radio station? My cab driver does! Ugh. Who do I have to pay to get an AC/DC song? I have cash. |
San Francisco: I love you. I do. It's just, well, this is so hard to say, but... You play too much shitty dance music. I'm going back to LA. |
You know you're at a good speakeasy show when power goes out and the crowd starts yelling Breaker box! Breaker box! I love The Family Curse. |
I am done moping about today. Off to Oakland for dinner and rock 'n' roll with friends on the road from KC. Their timing couldn't be better. |
Lesson Of The Week: Software is hard. Holy crap, is it hard. Even harder when it's your job to make it easy, and you fail. It's beer thirty. |
Dear creepy dude washing your hair in the LAX men's room sink while your half-eaten CPK pizza sits nearby: Quit it. Seriously. Knock it off. |
Anybody drink Vitamin Water? Ever notice that their bottles are full all the way to the lid? Like 99.8 percent full. Stupid full. Over full. |
Meeting @branflake for sushi at the place next to the laundromat we used while living in our old apartment. Yikes. Laundromats suck my soul. |
There is a coyote in my front yard. Whoa. Scratch that. There is a coyote on my porch. Too cool. It doesn't look hungry, but sure is mangy. |
Finally spinning DeVotchKa's Curse Your Little Heart EP, and forcing the rest of the office to listen, too. Totally slept on this. So good. |
Answering emails is much more fun when you can do it from the couch with The Who, Live at the Isle of Wight wailing along in HD on the tube. |
Crazy morning. Sunny at home, cloudy in city, sunny in Santa Monica. Backwards. I also may have destroyed my ears with Pink Flag at the gym. |
Hola, Internet! Slowly turning devices on after an almost entirely analog week. Gonna work hard to prevent re-entry stress. First up, lunch. |
Leaving Mexico D.F. after the most peaceful hotel stay yet. I love this city. If I lived here I'd be 300 pounds, though. The food is unreal. |
