everybody get dangerous

Someone found this blog by googling "nerd persecution + examples." Should I be happy?

Sometimes I feel like blogging is a form of mental vanity masturbation. You've got all this stuff stored up and by god do you have to release it. But you don't just want to release it, you want people to read it. You wouldn't have a blog if you didn't want anyone to read it.

I had what can only be described as a fantastic weekend. Except for seeing the fourth installment of a certain movie series, everything was great. Sunday was one of the best Brooklyn days I've had in a super long time, complete with lots of walking, a nice lunch outside, annnnnnd my personal favorite, intelligent conversation. It doesn't get much better.

Except for playing WIFFLE BALL in Prospect Park yesterday evening. That was pretty great too. And having a nice dinner outside. With four gay men. Sadly the ball did not land on a group of girls that might want to play too.

Have I mentioned I bought NKOTB tickets? Because I did. I also have Petty and Brian Wilson, but I feel like the NKOTB is just going to be amazingly fun.

I am listening to the new Weezer album. How great is that video by the way!!

I would normally never write about music

Were it not for the fact that I am in posession of an advance copy of the Rivers Cuomo solo album, and in the mid 90s while others had Steven Jenkins and "those little red panties they pass the test" I had "I've got Kitty Pryde/Nightcrawler too/waiting there for me/yes I do"

I never said I wasn't at the age where you look back at who you were and at the same time look ahead and wonder who the hell you're becoming.

I still envy any couple who has "Only In Dreams" play at their wedding.


I also think someone needs to throw down the Gauntlet and challenge the entire Pitchfork writing team to write and record a song. Just one song. That is all that is needed. Nothing more. I think after that happens I will be able to take them seriously. I think most music fans would agree with me.