Hoo-hah!

The good ol' BG News printed my response column. It makes me feel good that I still know how to write.

Speaking of, there's a new missive on Samizdat Radio. It might be considered blasphemy... which is also the name of the one-act I'm digging up from the grave. Jeff Voigt, man of mystery, and myself crafted "Blasphemy" a couple years back, and the re-envisioning has begun. Huttah!

Damn this addiction to words

It first started when I was a kid on the school newspaper. Then I was a brash young humor columnist at college. Then I won an award. Then I was a bitter old editor at the same college paper.

Now, maybe, I'll be that damn guy who harangues columnists for not knowing what the crap they're writing about. We'll see if the good ol' BG News will actually print my letter / guest column.

On an unrelated note, Hellboy was slightly disappointing (my expetations were exceedingly high)... and this new Modest Mouse disc is freakin' sweet. Besides "Float On" (the first single), I'm really diggin' "This Devil's Workday."

Drinkin' in BG

Tonight is night five in the new (old) city. What have I learned so far?

1) I miss the old apartment. Tony was the coolest roommate ever, outside of my future wife.

2) People in college stress out over classes... a lot. It boggles the mind. Then again, my GPA was a pinnacle in underachievement. It's an interesting contrast to the Pittsburgh apartment, which was relatively stress-free. There was nothing that a bit of caffeine, alcohol, Daily Show, and/or a NYT crossword couldn't solve.

3) As much as I prefer the city of Pittsburgh, I missed the people of BG more than I'll ever admit. It does feel good to be back.

4) Living with Steph for the rest of my life is going to be freakin' sweet.

5) Insomnia and mood swings follow you everywhere.

So... here I sit, unfortunately awake, downing another Smirnoff Twisted V, listening to "Drinking in LA" (by the Bran Van 3000) and "The Dream of Evan and Chan (courtesy of a proto-Postal Service duo). Thanks for the mix, Geoff.