Despite another shoveltastic morning, I think it's time for a little Friday morning positivity. Here are a few reasons to feel good today:
- I finally tasted the sweetness that is Blue Ribbon Barbecue in Arlington. Mmmmmm goooooooood. They don't have any beer and the seating is a little spotty, but the actual barbecue is top notch. It makes the ribs at Redbones taste like a pile of moldy buffalo scrotum. Let's face it - Redbones has been getting by on reputation for a while now. Let's pick it up a little, fellas.
- Scamper is going to be on the radio. Fa fa! Tuesday night (March 1, for those of you playing the "Scamper On the Radio" home game) at 9pm on WMBR 88.1FM. I totally heart being on the radio. I get all excited and goofy. I'm going to try to work some weird words and phrases into the interview section. If you have any requests, let me know. So far, I've been challenged to use "Darryl Hall" and "scrumtrilescent" in the same sentence.
- The pope's going to be okay! Again! He's my personal pipeline to Jebus, you know.
- February is almost over. February is crappy, but at least it's short. March is long and crappy, but at least we have our residency at the Abbey to keep you entertained. Oooo - check out the line-up. It's residencerrific!
- A lot of people have been asking me for advice lately. Despite the frequent references to mermaid-fucking and uses of the phrase "moldy buffalo scrotum," I apparently come across as a pretty wise and centered cat. So as an experiment (and more importantly, a way to fill up space when I can't think of anything to write in my journal), I'm going to transform this space once in a while into an advice column.
So if you've got a problem, a quandary, a pickle or a poople, you can email your buddy Brendo at brendan@scamper.net. I promise I will keep everything completely anonymous. Just please don't email me saying you're going to hurt anybody or kill yourself or whatever. Seriously - don't do it even as a joke. I'll just make a flip remark like "Can I have your stereo after you're gone?" and then you'll die and I'll feel bad.
- Spring training has begun. Hee hee.
Anyone else got any reasons to feel good today? Don't be shy - sharing is caring. I just made that up.
- I finally tasted the sweetness that is Blue Ribbon Barbecue in Arlington. Mmmmmm goooooooood. They don't have any beer and the seating is a little spotty, but the actual barbecue is top notch. It makes the ribs at Redbones taste like a pile of moldy buffalo scrotum. Let's face it - Redbones has been getting by on reputation for a while now. Let's pick it up a little, fellas.
- Scamper is going to be on the radio. Fa fa! Tuesday night (March 1, for those of you playing the "Scamper On the Radio" home game) at 9pm on WMBR 88.1FM. I totally heart being on the radio. I get all excited and goofy. I'm going to try to work some weird words and phrases into the interview section. If you have any requests, let me know. So far, I've been challenged to use "Darryl Hall" and "scrumtrilescent" in the same sentence.
- The pope's going to be okay! Again! He's my personal pipeline to Jebus, you know.
- February is almost over. February is crappy, but at least it's short. March is long and crappy, but at least we have our residency at the Abbey to keep you entertained. Oooo - check out the line-up. It's residencerrific!
- A lot of people have been asking me for advice lately. Despite the frequent references to mermaid-fucking and uses of the phrase "moldy buffalo scrotum," I apparently come across as a pretty wise and centered cat. So as an experiment (and more importantly, a way to fill up space when I can't think of anything to write in my journal), I'm going to transform this space once in a while into an advice column.
So if you've got a problem, a quandary, a pickle or a poople, you can email your buddy Brendo at brendan@scamper.net. I promise I will keep everything completely anonymous. Just please don't email me saying you're going to hurt anybody or kill yourself or whatever. Seriously - don't do it even as a joke. I'll just make a flip remark like "Can I have your stereo after you're gone?" and then you'll die and I'll feel bad.
- Spring training has begun. Hee hee.
Anyone else got any reasons to feel good today? Don't be shy - sharing is caring. I just made that up.
16 Comments:
i feel pretty good today after having the pleasure of spending my thursday nite with the most super sexiliciously hot kids in boston(oh screw it..the world-i think)
i didn't die on the way home last nite..had a few scares..but..i'm in one piece..
and as far as the radio vocab..
if you could work in a 2gether reference...that'd be great..and umm..the phrase "it's like having a pickle in your pocket"
go for it buddy
2gether might not translate on the radio, as the funny thing about that is the way it's spelled. "It's like having a pickle in your pocket." That's a good one.
Good news for Brendo and me and other movie buffs...
http://www.google.com/googleblog/2005/02/google-movies-now-playing.html
Google is my shepherd. I shall not want.
IMDB is still the king of movie/tv directory info, but being able to do general searches like "movie: Tom Hanks talking to a volleyball" or "movie: Gordon Wright checking in" is awesome.
Hey Brendo, I feel good because I just got my hair cut. Nothing like a nice fresh hair cut to wake you up on an otherwise boring and disgruntling Friday afternoon.
That's great, Madden! Would you like to describe your haircut to our viewing audience?
(Oh my God - what's happening to my life?)
Would I!?!?! I guess. It's short, really really short. The end
that was the most well worded description of a haircut ever...i have the most insane visual right now at what it probably looks like..
i know it must've been difficult to part with such personal information..but i(and i'm sure everyone else)thank you for your openess
That's hot. Reading Madden talk about his haircut gets me harder than calculus.
Sorry, let me elaborate on that a little… it’s really short.
"movie: gordon wright checking in" returns "the kid glove killer".
best part of my day, so far. oh wait, also that my boss left early. thank god, because the baudelaires are in the submarine and heading towards the grim grotto and are going to have to pull out some serious bidness....
Spencer, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.
I don't know what Spencer is saying...but I like it.
Brendan, lost in all the cheerful goodness of your post is your outing of Redbones as subpar BBQ. Right on.
I'm just happy I got to see your smiling face and undress you with my eyes last night. Is that John Paul tattooed on yer Jehosaphat?
Yes, Cherylyn - your lecherous leers would land you in prison for "eye rape" in any court in the land.
And of course, I loved it.
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