Laziness pt. 20

Mia Farrow learns Woody Allen has signed the Free Roman Polanski petition.

Laziness pt. 19

As most have heard by now, most of Atlanta is currently underwater. Thankfully, my little corner of the world is not. Instead, we've only gotten about 7" of rain since last Thursday. Some folks may recognize this picture as the the big hill on the Scream Machine at Six Flags Over Georgia. Wow. They claim they'll be open this weekend. Um, yeah.

Laziness pt. 18

Q: Mr. Putin, how do you like your glasnost served?

A: With a slice of beefcake.

Laziness pt. 17

Attention, Please Note, Etc.: If you stumbled upon here through a Google search expecting to hear of my meeting with Captain Beefheart, prepare to be disappointed. I've never met him. Ever. I am somewhat of a fan though I'm pretty sure he doesn't know I exist. *sigh* But just in case, "Hi, Don." I accidentally published my working title of this post (How I Met Captain Beefheart) before it was changed to Laziness pt. 17.

Look at the other posts around here, the titles are generally non-sensical or somewhat cryptic. This one was no different. Except. Said working title was apparently immediately entered into every search engine known to man and now anytime anyone searches "meeting Captain Beefheart" this is what they get. My mistake. So...sorry I can't give any clues as to how he really felt about Zappa or what his favorite brand of cola is. Probably Coca-Cola, Beefheart's pretty all-American.

And now the actual post.

I promised I would return, and for the most part, I'm good at keeping promises. As expected, WDW still charges for internet access. I still refused to pay. Perhaps on my next trip I'll organize a protest against this ridiculous policy. Until then, I'll continue to bear a burden only people with nothing much else to complain about can understand. Never fear though, I'll give a complete rundown of all the parts of the trip I choose to run down over the next few days. And probably a word or two about Seth's, Bonnie's & my delightful evening with high-quality yukster, Paul F. Tompkins, in Atlanta. Maybe even a random tale from my past. Oh, there's so much to look forward too. In fact, the only thing that gets this combo more excited is some good old-fashioned, white-bread Dixieland. Well, that and clear cutting.

Laziness pt. 16

Apologies, I had a super nice, funny and oh so clever post that probably would have changed not only your world but the entire world we live in. It had already rocked my world and was everything that quality time wasting should be. With all the humility in the world I can safely say it was probably why you were born. Alas, blogger decided to crash for no apparent reason and the autosave failed. If you're given to hate, feel free to direct your blame towards whichever group you hate. Personally, I'm pretty sure it's these clowns below fault. Just look at that smug satisfaction. Regardless, it is lost to the mists of time much like El Dorado, Atlantis and the Ark of the Covenant. Boy, am I mad. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr. See?

Laziness pt. 15

including the rules of grammar, apparently.

Laziness pt. 14

As I know the world is always wondering about such things, here's the current desktop picture on my computer at work. It captures Dustin Hoffman and Carl Bernstein discussing being Jewish whilst Bob Woodward and Bob Redford think about being handsome men. A pity the movie (All The President's Men) is such a self-congratulatory snoozefest. Watch Dick instead. Will Ferrell and Bruce McCullough are probably closer to the truth anyway.

Laziness pt. 13

Buster, Marisol and I went to Zoo Atlanta today. He is on spring break. It is April 7. It snowed. At the zoo. In Georgia. All day. Clearly, we are all living on borrowed time. Assuming we're still here, normal posting should resume in a day or two. In the meantime, Buster and future Panda Express mascot, Mei Lan, march cheerfully on towards doomsday. Cheers.

Laziness pt. 12

Here it is folks. The Jeremy Stairway to the Stars rolling ladder. (Bonus points if anybody gets the reference) It's nestled deep within the confines of the ginormous WFMU record library in Jersey City, NJ and is mine all mine for the next year. Or at least the naming rights. I suspect if I marched up to WFMU and asked to step on my ladder I would probably be forcibly removed by one of the station's numerous hired goons. Freeform radio being a rather dangerous business, you know.

So what does owning the naming rights mean? Virtually nothing beside causing me to feel good about helping out the greatest radio station in the world and getting my name on a picture of not great quality on the station's flickr page. Sadly, this means more to me than it probably should.

Of course, there's probably some dude somewhere who's bummed that he didn't get the naming rights to that ladder and will have to settle for naming the station trash bin. Funny thing about altruism, somebody always gets hurt.

Laziness pt. 11

Still not feeling tip top so regular posting is probably a day or two away. In the meantime, Bonnie Dearest sent some pix of our meeting the funniest man on planet Earth, Patton Oswalt. If all famous (or even not so famous) people were as cool as him, I'd probably have a lot more use for celebs. Well, probably not, but the point remains.

Bonnie Dearest a/k/a Bonnie from GA to TBSOWFMU listeners and funnyman, Mr. Patton Oswalt. I'm not sure who was more excited to meet the other, Bonnie or Patton. Srsly.Get ready to meet my little friend. Seth and Patton.

Your beloved correspondent and Patton. Considering it was almost 2 a.m., I'm surprisingly wide awake. P.S. I really am 8 ft. tall.

Laziness pt. 10

Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball

Laziness pt. 8

I suppose a marathon is anything but laziness, still, them's hows I play it. I'll get around to recapping my marathon weekend tonight or tomorrow, but for now just enjoy a couple of pictures that prove I was there. Or I did it. Or I'm insane. Or far too old to be a non-Furry and still want to take pictures with folks in giant mice costumes. Bonus points: spot the hole in my shirt in the photo above. Minnie had just planted one on me. Sorry, MB, still trying to find that photo. Mickey clearly annoyed at her but nonetheless jazzed to see I'm a proud supporter of WFMU.

Did the marathon in 5:36, which beat last year by about 10 minutes. Was on a 4:30 pace until Mile 19 and was still on a 4:50 pace until mile 23 (this is darn near peak for me in a marathon) and then time became very quick and I became very tired. Didn't do as good as I could have but, who cares, I finished. Those were goals 1-8. Goal 9 being staying out of the medical tent, check. And Goal 10: beating last year's time. Great weekend overall.

Laziness pt. 7

Suck it, MTM!!!

Addendum: Yes, all original music. God bless the black market.

Laziness pt. 6

Holy smokes. A random photo from the recent trip. Taken in the courtyard/sandbox area in front of Notre Dame Cathedral. That is in Paris. Which is in France. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Laziness pt. 5

Never fear, world. Whatever tomorrow brings, me and Sarkozy have got yr back.

V. busy with election duties; normal posting to resume shortly.

Laziness pt. 4

The Esteemed Probate Judge and one of her favorite constituents, the one and only Suge. Bonus points for guessing who's who.

Laziness pt. 3

Attention mongrels! Consider yourself warned.

P.S. No, I didn't test it out on Patty Hearst.

P.P.S. Read the previous post if this one makes no sense.

Laziness pt. 2

Would-be basement dweller.



This has been my view for most of the last month. Truly breathtaking.



Patty Hearst still a bit mad after her claws were trimmed.

Laziness pt. 1

I think the above is what I'll call posts that are primarily pictures. Until I change my mind. Therefore here's exactly one picture from Boston. Perhaps they'll be more when Andy sends them to me. Perhaps not.

Your beloved correspondent in front of a Dunkin' Donuts cleverly disguised as a record store.