i, hipster
If anyone is still reading this, I’m back. After going dark for a few weeks I come back to you a man moved. And well fed.
In the darkness of the past few weeks, I located a new abode in a Brooklyn warehouse. My room is so large that I am beginning to get stress headaches deciding what to do with it. However, one of my new roommates is a carpenter and seems eager to assist in the building of an epic habitat for my continued scheming and machinating.
The Not For Tourists Guide to Brooklyn describes my new neighborhood as “desolate and crime-ridden,” but I would describe it more along the lines of “Don't carry expensive shit at night, and always keep a twenty on you because muggers get super-pissed when you don't have anything.”
But the cheaper rent, larger room, and more convenient location seem worth it in exchange for a few games of Avoid-Eye-Contact-With-The-Gang-Member. Also, my new roommates are awesome and hilarious.
In comparison to the stench of cat shit and misery that permeated my previous room, living amongst the convivial air of my new place is like being talked off a ledge.
For Thanksgiving I traveled to the idyllic hamlet of Princeton, NJ to stay with the Morleys for a couple of days. Once again, Jamie and Keith took me in like a starving urchin and turned what could have been another reason to get drunk into a genuinely familial holiday. Wine + copious amounts of food + board games + The OC Season 1= Best Thanksgiving in memory.
Despite my continuing jealousy/hatred of Seth Cohen for all of the bands/comics/lifestyles that his character has ruined through hollow, privledged, consumptive namedropping, I am now addicted to The OC. Say what thou wilt about mainstream television, but I tell you without pretentious irony: that show is priceless. It may be an unrealistic, hateful wealth and power fantasy, but so are most superhero comics, so I guess I was kind of ready for it.
P.S. For better or worse, my blogging should now resume its regularly unreliable frequency.
In the darkness of the past few weeks, I located a new abode in a Brooklyn warehouse. My room is so large that I am beginning to get stress headaches deciding what to do with it. However, one of my new roommates is a carpenter and seems eager to assist in the building of an epic habitat for my continued scheming and machinating.
The Not For Tourists Guide to Brooklyn describes my new neighborhood as “desolate and crime-ridden,” but I would describe it more along the lines of “Don't carry expensive shit at night, and always keep a twenty on you because muggers get super-pissed when you don't have anything.”
But the cheaper rent, larger room, and more convenient location seem worth it in exchange for a few games of Avoid-Eye-Contact-With-The-Gang-Member. Also, my new roommates are awesome and hilarious.
In comparison to the stench of cat shit and misery that permeated my previous room, living amongst the convivial air of my new place is like being talked off a ledge.
For Thanksgiving I traveled to the idyllic hamlet of Princeton, NJ to stay with the Morleys for a couple of days. Once again, Jamie and Keith took me in like a starving urchin and turned what could have been another reason to get drunk into a genuinely familial holiday. Wine + copious amounts of food + board games + The OC Season 1= Best Thanksgiving in memory.
Despite my continuing jealousy/hatred of Seth Cohen for all of the bands/comics/lifestyles that his character has ruined through hollow, privledged, consumptive namedropping, I am now addicted to The OC. Say what thou wilt about mainstream television, but I tell you without pretentious irony: that show is priceless. It may be an unrealistic, hateful wealth and power fantasy, but so are most superhero comics, so I guess I was kind of ready for it.
P.S. For better or worse, my blogging should now resume its regularly unreliable frequency.
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