tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60626163730110223112012-02-16T23:51:31.674-05:00James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.comBlogger1111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-12744852510052703822008-08-09T18:24:00.001-04:002008-08-09T18:33:04.978-04:00

Due to circumstances waaaay beyond my control, I'm putting my blog on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time. If you look around, you'll probably notice certain posts have been deleted, never to see the light of day again. Some with especially good reason.Don't worry, I'll be back with new content in the distant future. That said, check back every once in a while and pay a visit to some of

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-36662976853981368022008-08-07T03:08:00.003-04:002008-08-07T03:16:41.443-04:00

I desperately needed a new car.My Battle Wagon, my beat to hell, bloody-faced version of Mel Gibson from “Braveheart” was on it’s last leg. Like Sir William Wallace at the end of that film, it was on it’s back, having it’s guts ripped out for an audience.To compound things further, I had to use it to haul my equally non operational/dependable motorcycle back to Maine. It’s here that I decided I

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-89859166211549538912008-08-03T20:27:00.004-04:002008-08-03T21:32:18.454-04:00

If you've found yourself in ear shot of a radio that plays horrible Top 40 hits, I'm sure by now you've heard the 'Attention Whore Anthem' "I Kissed A Girl (And I Liked It)" by Katy Perry.I don't have a beef with this song for it's "controversial" overtones. Honestly, the whole idea of two girls kissing is about as shocking as "Girls Gone Wild" on VHS. Actually, after you listen to the lyrics a

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-22882766478869836602008-07-29T22:48:00.003-04:002008-07-29T22:51:23.171-04:00

I mean, it could be just me, but the suit and the kid does give him some level of... cleanliness. I'm currently taking bets on when next he punches out a papparazzo or jams a needle into his arm to squirt his blood at someone. Odds? Takers?

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-20167993192820276742008-07-29T20:17:00.003-04:002008-07-29T20:43:07.146-04:00

I was reading an article yesterday on HuffPost about how the honeymoon between the media and presumptive Democratic presidential nominee Barak Obama might be coming to an end. It was quoted in the article that Obama has been coming off as "arrogant" as of late.So hold on for a second here? You mean to tell me, this guy, who just about every media outlet (aside from probably FOX News) has been

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-44123292167367663152008-07-27T16:51:00.003-04:002008-07-27T17:19:10.231-04:00

I often go back and forth with the idea of having my own children. Some days I'm thrilled with the idea of extending my lineage, another generation of proud people who happen to share my last name. Other days, I gag at the idea of bringing a defenseless child into this world. This is usually brought upon by seeing how other people interact with each other on our shared planet. Do I really

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-22640276135500653452008-07-27T10:33:00.005-04:002008-07-27T10:42:22.347-04:00

This guy is a wreck. He looks how I feel most mornings I spend hung over...In all seriousness, I understand that British guys are supposed to be pasty as fuck, but seriously, this guy is a shade paler than most corpses.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-47062063133601569752008-07-26T10:02:00.002-04:002008-07-26T10:31:17.023-04:00

It all started about a month ago, really... the end of June. I had just gotten back from my trip to Laconia when my bike started to have problems.It was run of the mill-type shit: I'd be cruising along and all of a sudden the RPMs would just drop out. I'd be doing about 70 mph at 6000 RPM and I'd go down to zero, nothing on the throttle, the needle on the tact wouldn't so much as shudder.So

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-78238209143430519742008-07-25T20:51:00.005-04:002008-07-25T21:33:10.447-04:00

Since about 1999 reality television, the type of tv shows that depict "average people" consorting in all sorts of nefarious behavior, has been a staple in most house holds. What started with "Survivor" a battle of the fittest to combat elimination at the hands of your fellow contestants, has morphed into an obvious incantation of greed, which at it's root, is reality tv. Vh1's "I Love Money" is

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-74569196727969725052008-07-25T00:35:00.003-04:002008-07-25T00:56:33.194-04:00

Dude.Dude.DUDE...!Oh my god, dude, seriously, this chick is so fucking hot. Look at her tits, and her legs and her ass. Damn. I wish I could find a girl like that. And she looks so natural too. 'Maxim' girls are so REAL. They don't air brush their models, no way.I mean, I guess there's a number I can text and she'll get it, but it'll probably go through some sort of screener or something

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-43068290391923495282008-07-20T12:31:00.004-04:002008-07-20T13:11:51.049-04:00

Jim's had a busy week at work, so his posts have been thin at best. We on his editorial staff forgive him. I mean, the less he writes, the less we have to run around fact checking, and the less legal has to do, period.Anyway, enjoy his rant. -ed.I hate driving in this ridiculous state.If you've grown up in New England, outside of Massachusetts, you'd freely associate terrible driving with any

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-81794240930283722332008-07-16T06:11:00.004-04:002008-07-16T06:19:00.285-04:00

As the new iPhone 3G hit stores last Friday, this group of soon-to-be consumers in Tokyo wait in line while wearing animal masks. Instead of horses and polar bears, maybe they should've gone with sheep...?The jokes write themselves, people.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-15257819427962485762008-07-15T02:37:00.004-04:002008-07-15T03:19:12.430-04:00

Sometimes people don't know they're completely retarded. Other times, people around said idiot don't realize that person is completely inept in all facets of life, either. The latter is the case of Carlos Mencia.So I figured that I would start breaking down ways to tell if you yourself, or someone you love, is a collossal idiot. This month: How Your Choice in Movies Makes You an Asshole.My

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-80743761253112565832008-07-13T10:41:00.005-04:002008-07-13T10:48:45.500-04:00

Since moving in together, The Lady and I's pillow to person ratio has grown exponentially. I have no idea why this is, but I think it has something to do with science.See here:This was my bed right when I moved in.This is my bed, as of this morning. What the hell happened?

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-35894446047874856792008-07-12T15:30:00.001-04:002008-07-12T15:33:32.635-04:00

Julian’s Bar and Grill sat at the cross section of Atlantic Ave and 14th Street in Brooklyn and was a known hang out for members of what used to be the Capasso Family. In the back, away from where regular citizens would come in and order plates of pasta or Julian’s famous meatballs, Jack “The Carpenter” Carpicize, long-time consigliore to Don Giovanni Capasso was holding court.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-19942867986083499722008-07-08T10:08:00.005-04:002008-07-08T10:31:30.454-04:00

Go see this. See it twice actually. And when it comes out on dvd, buy five copies of it.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-83571075079881079892008-07-08T08:54:00.003-04:002008-07-08T09:23:56.094-04:00

It's not like our current President has much to do now-a-days, since all the focus is on the up coming election. So what does he do all day? I was handed this exclusive itinerary from a confidential source. Check it out.0945- Just wakin' up, tell Laura to get us some coffee, the Mini Page, and to let the dog out.1030- Half-way finish my Sodoku For Kids, decide on which tie to where with what

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-21189604963735822382008-07-07T01:48:00.003-04:002008-07-07T02:23:10.776-04:00

Honestly, when your business charges 4.00 USD for a cup of fucking coffee, no matter how fancy your despondent 19 year old employee behind the counter makes it, you're business is in line to get whacked.Earlier last week, the (vastly inferrior, in my humblest of opinions) coffee chain Starbucks announced that for the first time in the company's history, it was going to close some of it's

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-83585570479388190472008-07-06T06:54:00.006-04:002008-07-06T07:12:08.557-04:00

Fuck it, I'm phoning it in for this article, because that's been my general state of mind this entire weekend (more on that later). So here's some pics I found around the web that I ... find... interesting, along with my comments. Fuck my editors.Ok, here's the first pic - Chinese commandos are preparing for the Beijing Olympics next week. Obviously China's preparing to counter terrorists with

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-90676407155020531722008-07-04T21:16:00.000-04:002008-07-04T21:20:39.324-04:00

I don't think anything is sadder than watching a fireworks display by yourself.Unless you're blogging about it from your phone while its going on.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-50703329396243066452008-07-03T20:19:00.003-04:002008-07-03T21:12:42.853-04:00

He's walking down a dirt road, a few pieces of strewn garbage lazily scrabbling across the turf before him. He's content, happy, the stress from the past couple of days at work finally easing off of his hard tensed shoulders. He looks forward to getting home, climbing into bed to listen to an episode of 'Mythbusters' or 'How It's Made' while he reads his book about the Westies.Then, out of no

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-57097973426854637982008-06-28T20:48:00.002-04:002008-06-28T21:07:14.585-04:00

This was one of Jim's first "Fear and Loathing" pieces, which is generously ripped off from Hunter Thompson, as far as style was concerned. He's argued that he's paying an homage to the late cultural icon, where as the rest of us on the editorial staff call it blatant plagiarism. Anyway, with Jim out of the office for the next week or so,(work related stuff at his OTHER job...) we thought it

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-13507227524851318392008-06-28T17:57:00.003-04:002008-06-28T18:28:40.003-04:00

I'm sunburnt, so that makes me cranky, which is exactly the catalyst I need to write about my idiot roommate.For the first few months we've been living together, I've been really trying to help him score. And by "score", I mean just talk to a member of the opposite sex. And by "talk to a member of the opposite sex", I mean, be able to approach a woman without one of the following happening:-Him

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-1922567583956231012008-06-27T04:33:00.006-04:002008-06-27T12:59:23.185-04:00

For the longest time I've been a huge proponent of actually paying for the music I download. I understand how incredibly stupid that sounds, when at any given time, day, place even the most inept person behind the controls of a computer (hi dad!) can find and download their favorite hits for free.I've always had the mind set that you get what you pay for. There's a reason why the shitty "on sale"

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-12766737178653980752008-06-24T12:07:00.004-04:002008-06-24T12:26:30.248-04:00

Jim has said on more than one occasion how proud he is of this piece of work, and we're inclined to agree. This short fiction was inspired by a television show he had watched last summer about the booming (no pun intended) tourist industry in Israel, and he took it and ran. It originally ran on his myspace.com blog back in June of 2007. And we're running it here because it's Jim's day off and

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-85667875084351390912008-06-23T10:09:00.000-04:002008-06-23T10:15:31.806-04:00

(I produce a blue harmonica in C Major from my pocket)Roommate: What the hell is that!?Me: ...A harmonica?RM: Why?Me: I'm going to play it on the ride home...RM: but dude I wanted to listen to music on the ride home!Me: But this is music... (Plays a few notes)RM: That's not music that's just sound!

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-73375426703913298952008-06-21T14:48:00.006-04:002008-06-24T12:27:22.578-04:00

For the life of me I couldn't tell you why I was watching FOX News last night when a story about how Florida wanted to sell to it's drivers, a religious license plate that can be registered to your car.The show featured some obnoxious ultra-conservative spawn of Anne Coulter-twat who was (of course) in favor of the license plate, and a Reverend of the Humanists Church, who was against. As hard as

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-17924244172810325182008-06-19T09:57:00.006-04:002008-06-24T12:29:18.447-04:00

I'm a shitbird.A total dickhead, scumbag, perverted shit-stain on society.I love to drive drunk with very little regard for other drivers. Fuck'em: the car load full of kids or the soccer team, or the prom dates. I love to drink too much and pass out at people's houses whom I don't know.I love to correct people's grammar in public, with only the most condescending tone.I drive like an asshole (

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-80390229708721728492008-06-15T19:43:00.002-04:002008-06-24T12:30:58.744-04:00

The phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and Sean Clark had finally given up on trying to answer it. He floated in and out of dreams seamlessly, totally unaware if he was awake or not. His head throbbed, and he didn’t know how long he had been in bed, out of touch. From being dumped at the Embassy Hotel he managed to get a cab to take him to his apartment in Chelsea on the Westside. For a

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-62984071667555806322008-06-15T16:18:00.005-04:002008-06-15T16:24:21.359-04:00

While uploading some pics from Bike Week on my parents computer (and I guess, further procrastinating on that whole article...) I came across some pics of me from like, four or more years ago. It's crazy to see how much I've changed!Take a look for yourself:James, as of 2008:And James back in 2004:Weird how time changes people.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-45125239330357110082008-06-14T20:07:00.004-04:002008-06-14T20:13:23.814-04:00

Jim wrote this about two or three years ago for a graduating high school senior he knew. The information within is still useful today, and since he's struggling with putting out his "Bike Week" article, we here at the office felt we should run this instead. -ed.You’re about to embark on a journey to higher education. You’re on your way to be an Elite, a member of a society of people who have gone

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-38904122941724031712008-06-10T09:33:00.003-04:002008-06-10T09:43:25.990-04:00

Jim originally posted this back in August of 07, regarding Comedy Central's usage of "comedian" Carlos Mencia to be the flagship for their network since Dave Chappelle went all ...Mariah Carey-crazy and bolted for fucking.... Africa."Africa-Africa?""...Africa-Africa."Anyway, enjoy. -ed."An Open Letter to Comedy Central: re: Carlos Mencia"Dear Comedy Central/Viacom, "The Mind of Mencia" has been

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-52753428957343901492008-06-10T09:03:00.002-04:002008-06-10T09:27:12.593-04:00

Captain Frank Blits was a twenty year veteran of the New York City Police Department, and hated the Vice Unit. He hated it in the sense that even being around the Vice Unit would give him gas. And it was gas that was troubling him all the way over to the apartment complex on East 8th Street. Vice, unlike other non-uniform details, didn’t report to a station house because they were

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-27805093553960732892008-06-07T20:10:00.003-04:002008-06-07T20:47:54.880-04:00

Old griseled white man Clint Eastwood, or Perpetually cranky, Knicks floor seat season ticket holder, Spike Lee.The two acclaimed directors started mouthing off to each other over Lee's comments that Eastwood failed to place a single black actor into either one of his recent World War Two epics "Flag of Our Fathers" and "Letters From Iwo Jima."To this, Eastwood plainly called Lee "nuts" and told

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-894257839736156292008-06-06T19:08:00.001-04:002008-06-06T19:09:33.069-04:00

You create, usually, more problems when you hire another killer to kill a hired killer.I was convalescing in my hotel room; I was going to give myself half a week to lick my wounds before I would try to fly back across the Atlantic in my cut up condition. I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was initially. There was a lot of blood of course, but most of the wounds were superficial at best. I had one

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-37169710462674803632008-06-02T17:46:00.000-04:002008-06-02T17:54:35.232-04:00

Anyone can hate mondays. Mondays are universially loathed because its the roughest part of the week; its a cold start- you spend the day looking up an almost insurmontable everest of a week that towers over you like a school yard bully blinking sweat out of his pinpricks for eyes.What makes mondays even worse if you have to deal with people. Co-workers, upset girlfriends, blog comment posters

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-66234687558364708482008-06-01T12:13:00.002-04:002008-06-01T12:28:19.756-04:00

I took one class in human psychology, so that makes me an expert. Seriously.Based on my schoolings, I believe the individual can categorize his or her fears into two piles: rational and irrational fears. A rational fear is something like "I'm scared of bugs and snakes." or "I'm afraid of the dark, because I can't see what's beyond my outstretched hand." An irrational fear is like "I'm afraid

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-8882043443000115772008-05-31T14:08:00.001-04:002008-05-31T14:10:29.180-04:00

They rode four in the car, three and a driver. It was late, just after one in the morning on an April night where in Maine things seemed wet no matter what you touched or where you were. They crested on to the Casco Bay Bridge, a billion dollar-project that spanned over the mouth of the Casco River and emptied into Casco Bay. It had four lanes, two going in each direction, and

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-28147877684760199862008-05-31T12:47:00.003-04:002008-05-31T14:11:49.183-04:00

They sat in a booth towards the back of the diner in Brooklyn’s Red Hook district, the rumble of a train under them rattling the dishes at their table. Both the men, in their early thirties wore track suits stained in sweat, black hair short on top of their pasty heads. The first of the two, who was sitting with his back to the door, sipped his coffee and played with a lighter. “I’

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-54047602170285085642008-05-24T21:04:00.002-04:002008-05-24T21:08:00.499-04:00

Or, you say 'fuck it' pack everything that will fit in the back of your truck, and drive the four hours back to Maine and emotionally breakdown at your parent's doorstep.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-39677735898795149542008-05-24T04:10:00.004-04:002008-05-24T04:48:44.834-04:00

So I went to bed last night for a few hours, and in typical fashion I set the timer on my tv for about half an hour, and rolled over the other way to start drifting off to sleep.Suddenly I was jerked out of my semi-conscience state when I overheard something that I knew couldn't be true.It was an ad for McDonalds, where the dickhole on tv was like "I'm a non-conformist, I eat at McDonalds!"....I

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-2314031325787892812008-05-24T03:58:00.004-04:002008-05-24T04:09:41.040-04:00

I don't want to say I'm "officially" out of ideas, but I'm feeling pretty tapped. I got nothing.SO... what I'm going to do is leave it up to my readers. What do you guys want to see me write about? Whatever topic, I don't care. Give me your ideas and check back in a few days to see if I flesh something out of it. I dunno, it's like 4 am on a Saturday, and as of right now, my brain's having a

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-31542877054838930102008-05-23T07:42:00.000-04:002008-05-23T07:45:43.167-04:00

So I had to take my truck into work this morning instead of my bike. I had to do this because I had to haul in my laundry, mainly because I desperately need clean sheets. I also had to put 30 dollars into my trucks tank to get it into work. That's some expensive-ass laundry.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-1027153734652584072008-05-20T20:07:00.004-04:002008-05-20T20:26:20.387-04:00

There's a lot of give and take in relationships. You have to be flexible or the relationship will die on the scene, and be left under a white sheet while a pack of uninterested EMTs, firemen, and cops mill about, chit-chatting about their kids or the wife or whatever...I feel like trash and there's no real reason for me to feel this way. If The Lady were to find this out, she'd probably feel

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-18139787669888380592008-05-20T04:59:00.003-04:002008-05-20T05:10:04.807-04:00

Hey Cramps,It's about that time of the month again; where you guys show up, kinda uninvited, but expected, as usual, and make me and my girlfriend's lives a living hell for about a week. Not unsimilar to the in-laws just showing up.Hey, I for one, love it when you guys come around. It tells me something, it's good to see you, and honestly, it doesn't bother me all that much, not as much as say,

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-45258968532165819632008-05-15T19:31:00.003-04:002008-05-15T19:44:19.066-04:00

A whole new batch of insane mutterings from my 19 year old Las Vegan roommate:-Dude, I'm going to be a *whispers* spy! No one would expect me!-You know what, you're Sundown. You're the black dude with the aviators. You're not even Iceman or Goose. No, you're not Sundown, you're Hollywood. You never even made it to Top Gun.-I couldn't sleep last night. I watched something on the news about

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-88738230039764475582008-05-15T16:03:00.002-04:002008-05-15T16:28:54.137-04:00

I've never had an easy time balancing best friends and girlfriends. I want to say that I've always been the "bros before hoes" kinda guy, but in reality, it's always been the girl over the guys, and luckily for me the guys that are still my friends understand that and accept/respect it.But the situation I find myself in lately is that between me and The Lady, there's the RM. Normally this

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-7177086078172767792008-05-13T13:15:00.002-04:002008-05-13T14:12:48.479-04:00

Sadly, this is a very typical conversation for us...me: well what about the place in Yarmouth? The Lady: no dicebc of Cali me: Beause of Cali? The Lady: her cat me: I thought they said small pets were ok? The Lady: evidently, she lied me: or were they talking like... fucking fish and hamsters The Lady: fucked if i knowi'm getting a little frustrated Sent at 12:56 PM on Tuesday me: I don't blame

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-69873558629058251192008-05-11T17:54:00.002-04:002008-05-11T18:20:55.084-04:00

The hired killer and his handler met the next day at a downtown, upscale, although wholly vacant pub at 11 the next morning. Already seated at the bar, Casing – the handler – wore a tan over coat, eye glasses and a somewhat conservative blue suit. He sweated miserably, fidgeting with a glass of bourbon scotch in front of him, occasionally glancing over his shoulder towards the door.Roughly ten

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-26739055115770742752008-05-11T02:01:00.003-04:002008-05-11T02:09:34.542-04:00

Often times I wonder if celebrities can be this stupid. Thank god there's Dark Man X to rise to the occasion and answer that question for me.Both links are from HuffPost....Because no one would recognize you in a bright yellow classic car with a big yellow 'DMX' sticker on your windshield....And"Michael Vick's lawyer is on line two, X"

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-33910196905512457512008-05-11T00:47:00.003-04:002008-05-11T01:37:03.312-04:00

No one likes feel good stories, except for when they're depressed - and even then there can only be a certain level of "feel good" in the story, or it becomes sappy...Or it becomes "The Pursuit of Happiness" starring Will Smith.Anyway, this story has a little, small, four-minute-half-life of feel good to it, so I hope you enjoy.I was feeling pretty shitty all day, (see post below) and the RM

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-91829040328857505292008-05-10T10:57:00.002-04:002008-05-10T11:15:14.149-04:00

Ever get that feeling, where you're stunned and that feeling where all the air in your body got sucked out with such efficiency that you're left feeling tighter on the insides?I get that feeling from time to time, especially when I feel like I fucked something up, big time.I won't go into details, but this wash of horribleness is all over me and I can't shake it. I know things will be ok, and in

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-50880502604687006312008-05-08T15:30:00.003-04:002008-05-08T15:43:59.894-04:00

Here's what I'm listening to as I pound the pavement in my Nikes... in case anyone's interested.."Don't Stop Believing" Journey"Gimmie Shelter" The Rolling Stones"The Game" Disturbed"Burn My Shadow" UNKLE"Life Is Beautiful" SIX A.M."You" Candlebox"Freya" The Sword"Killing In The Name" Rage Against The Machine"(Rock) Superstar" Cypress Hill"No Sleep To Brooklyn" The Beastie Boys"Working

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-30441153527280683732008-05-06T03:19:00.003-04:002008-05-06T03:24:53.422-04:00

This story, taken from (I think Reuters?), is probably the most articulate description of a New York Yankees fan, ever published. Go Sox.BOOSH.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-29274346656594857042008-05-06T01:11:00.003-04:002008-05-06T01:28:59.913-04:00

Christ I think I'm getting sick.Fuck.Since I got up to take this watch at 2330 I've felt like total shit: my nose has been running harder than a black guy from a paternity suit, my head feels as swollen as it does normally due to my ego, and I just feel run down as if someone just spent an afternoon beating the shit out of me with a pillowcase filled with sodas.I hate getting sick, and for the

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-29858868061636219082008-05-05T14:38:00.003-04:002008-05-05T16:18:15.857-04:00

"You eat like a soldier," The Lady says as she sits next to me at the counter of a homey diner in Orleans while I'm digging into a stack of pancakes. I keep my head down as I eat, shoveling food thoughtlessly into my gullet, chewing, sipping coffee, intent on my next delicious morsale, not taking the time to enjoy the one that's currently in my mouth.I bring this up because we tend to go out to

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-2391106230810950562008-05-02T14:16:00.003-04:002008-05-02T14:26:54.459-04:00

This was my very first "unmailed letters" article (there'd go on to be about five installments, each getting angrier I think...) so I thought it'd be nice to show you guys what was pissing me off roughly two years ago. Hope you enjoy!Often times people say that if you have a problem with something, you should write a letter, but not mail it. It helps get all the anger out. Well, for the first

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-35093035812476597862008-05-02T13:56:00.004-04:002008-05-02T14:11:35.089-04:00

Typically this sort of shit is saved for like a bulletin post on myspace... but rules (which you'll find below) are rules. The Lady posted this on her blog and I got stuck with having to spread it around like AIDS. And since I have like... four readers, it'll be fun to see this go no where.The rules:A) The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. B) Each player answers the questions about

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-82147629983699519472008-05-02T04:32:00.003-04:002008-05-02T04:56:09.809-04:00

By now I'm sure you've heard the hype surrounding the latest installment of what many video game aficianados consider the artful masterpiece that is Grand Theft Auto. This, the... Christ... like, sixth? game to come out since the franchises debut in 1998, seems to set the bar at it's highest, not just for the GTA games themselves but seemingly every other video game yet to be produced.I'll spare

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-57031216109897094352008-05-01T02:35:00.003-04:002008-05-01T03:03:19.682-04:00

I'm browsing through the news online (yeah I'm on watch, what of it?) and realizing there's fuck-all for news. It's a slow news day. I hate slow news days.So I'm going through the Entertainment section of Yahoo! News when I see this weird headline that strikes a sour note in my brain:"Cloverfield DVD Sales Soar!"See, here's the thing that kinda pinches the common sense section of my mind:

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-43422965430083971832008-04-30T17:24:00.003-04:002008-04-30T17:49:14.540-04:00

My roommate says a lot of just... bizarre shit. Honestly, it's like he channels dead retarded people. So I figure once in a while I'll list out some of the stranger shit that's come forth from his albino-like face.Here's the latest sampling, and before you ask, no, I'm not making this shit up:-"So, is it bad if I stick a Q-Tip into my ear far enough, it makes me cough?"-(upon wandering into my

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-85002635257652549682008-04-27T10:52:00.000-04:002008-04-27T10:55:14.429-04:00

No one wants to hear about being in love. It makes for shitty story-telling... People like tragedy... Murder... Heart ache. This explains the nightly news.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-36519239960644802402008-04-24T11:07:00.000-04:002008-04-24T11:19:28.648-04:00

I'm at this clinic on the outer hook.... I'm waiting next to forever for this sawbones to tap my arm for a blood sample. Overall... The place is slightly classier than a blood bank in Harlem at the same time they were making "Taxi Driver."

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-9501015057854146872008-04-23T04:54:00.002-04:002008-04-23T04:57:56.159-04:00

Ceramic is not metal and this is a good thing.It’s a good thing- because the knife in my pocket is made of ceramic, which is just as sharp as stainless steel, and it won’t set off a metal detector. Though I still am under the scrutiny of security guards who want to frisk me. I give them that look that says ‘another man’s hands will not be on me, or else that man will lose an eye,” and they get

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-44927523175662468292008-04-20T07:00:00.000-04:002008-04-20T07:03:57.658-04:00

The Russians are coming!....As well as the Czechs, Albanians, Slaves, and I think I saw one Turk working at Dunkin' Donuts this morning.Brace yourselves.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-10441663945932351662008-04-19T06:03:00.000-04:002008-04-19T06:09:20.986-04:00

So in typical fashion I arrive at my destination well ahead of everyone else in my motorcycle class. Its not a bad thing .... I'd sooner be too early than too late... But I just hate sitting here looking like a doof when the rest of the class gets here and sees my Maine license plates and inevitably ask "gee what time did you leave from Maine this morning?". Oh well..... I look like a total bad

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-22528984154680737192008-04-15T16:55:00.004-04:002008-04-15T17:31:27.819-04:00

So imagine to my surprise when I get this email on my Blackberry yesterday:"Jim, I broke my wrist Saturday during the practical excerise [sic] :( I'm home from work for a few days. Call me.Love,Mom"So, the partially chewed cracker spills from my mouth-ajar and I call her instantly. I put her on speaker phone because I'm a massively lazy dick."What the hell happened!" I say into the phone.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-20901632170417673592008-04-12T01:31:00.003-04:002008-04-12T01:54:46.456-04:00

I got an email from my mom a few days ago letting me know she enrolled in a Women's Self-Defense Course being offered through Portland PD. She gets to take it for free since her ... blah blah blah... insurance or work-related-thing... covers it. I find this very interesting because my mother is probably the least confrontational person I've ever met in my life, aside from Hokie. For years (and

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-69266964219240563192008-04-12T01:07:00.004-04:002008-04-12T01:30:55.909-04:00

I'm on watch and it's just after 1 am. It's this time of night when I'm most vunerable to nodding off in my chair in front of the computer, radios and monitors. It's the balls; it's rough - the harder I try to study my materials for the boats and such, the heavier my eyes tend to get.I try to stave it off by switching from study materials to something on the internet. I might browse a few

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-84143912381175496942008-04-10T09:02:00.005-04:002008-04-10T10:14:17.521-04:00

Last night I went to my first actual Poker Night in like, a while. Probably since I left Maine.First off, let me say I'm not exactly God's Gift to poker. I can hold my own, I know some basics, I know the rules, I know what beats what and what hands to hold and what hands to fold, and considering the majority of the five people crowded around a tiny back-bar in Big Country's duplex last night

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-66792916822566293832008-04-09T03:01:00.003-04:002008-04-09T03:36:47.886-04:00

This article basically started as a comment on a friend's blog about her (fucking) hatred of doctors. And instead of just going hog wild on her comment page, I said to myself "hey Jim, you know what? You have an hour to kill on watch, plus your own blog to write on. Don't steal someone else's thunder." And boosh, here we are.My friend, who shall remain nameless, has a medical history that

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-15350707972452783712008-04-08T20:45:00.000-04:002008-04-08T20:48:45.147-04:00

"Introducing new Bud Light with Lime!"..... Sooo you've basically invented Corona with the lime already in it.... Congratulations.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-90965577115748136672008-04-08T05:03:00.004-04:002008-04-08T05:32:30.534-04:00

The term "shotgun" or "calling shotgun" derives from the days of cowboys and stagecoaches. The man riding "shotgun" actually rode up front with the driver and carried a double-barreled 12 gauage "coach gun" that was used to defend the passengers of the coach from indians and highwaymen, etc.Now-a-days, "Shotgun" means the guy who gets to ride up front with the driver, and all the status that's

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-85590738283706560642008-04-08T04:20:00.002-04:002008-04-08T04:41:59.524-04:00

If there was one thing I enjoyed immidiately following 9/11 was that the nation took this somber tone. No one cared about scandals; cheating politicians, murderous husbands, what-who-was-putting-up-their-nose, etc. People focused again on what mattered most in life, which was community.But almost seven years later, we've pretty much reverted back to our pre-September of 2001 ways. You can't

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-37512967571441800062008-04-06T12:41:00.001-04:002008-04-06T12:58:14.117-04:00

I'm sitting in Panera Bread in "recovery mode" thinking that I'm living the The American Dream. I'm the 21st Century's Gatsby. I'm everything Fitzgerald wote about.Also... Panera Bread is delicious.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-42345682076136098062008-04-05T12:53:00.003-04:002008-04-05T13:24:35.743-04:00

Yesterday I was at the mall, by myself. I like going to the mall by myself because when I do go by myself, I'm like a special forces soldier; I know my objective, I know the location of the target, I'm in, I'm out, and no one's the wiser. It's like I was never there, no bullshitting around, no staring at the cute chick that works at the hair salon, ... I just do what I got to do, all the while

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-20910046505307181582008-04-04T14:03:00.000-04:002008-04-04T14:06:15.341-04:00

Since my roommate apparently still lives in the 20th Century he paid his share of all the bills with straight cash.This marks the first time since 2003 that I have more than 20 dollars in cash on my person.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-88517055015734954802008-04-04T05:26:00.003-04:002008-04-04T06:06:03.823-04:00

When asked, I couldn't tell you why I seem to write so extensively about my roommate's social/sex life. Maybe it's because I like to live vicariously through him, or probably it's because I don't think my social/sex life is all that interesting.Or maybe I just think that its none of your fucking business. Not to mention my stalker tends to read my posts (on that, thanks for sending me that

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-87358757932454903542008-04-02T06:36:00.000-04:002008-04-02T06:39:30.398-04:00

Ugh. I am never going to eat spicey thai food and watch 'American Psycho' before bed ever again.Lesson learned.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-36100387750101666132008-03-31T20:48:00.001-04:002008-03-31T20:50:58.374-04:00

I've been looking for this article for a while - it ran back in March of 2007, and was titled "So Gay." I found it, so give it a once over. It's not very deep or thought provoking, but I enjoyed writing it and I got a lot of positive feedback from a lot of readers. So anyway.... go:So gay that even gay guys are like "wow, that's really gay."Lately I've been tivo-ing alot of Reno 911 because,

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-84133139986025316452008-03-31T12:43:00.003-04:002008-03-31T12:47:40.199-04:00

Another myspace.com throw-back. Not "throw-back" in the sense that it wasn't well written and I threw it back like an undersized Carp, but "throw-back" like an reproduced Magic Johnson jersey a black guy would wear.Anyway, this originally ran August 18th, 2007. I hope you enjoy my laziness.I can't lie for shit. And while many of you reading this might think that's perfectly fine; a trait no one

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-63706973406467325512008-03-31T00:41:00.004-04:002008-03-31T01:05:07.275-04:00

Unless you live under a rock and don't receive cable or maybe you're capable of reading, you'd be wholly unaware of the abominal manifestation of materialism and greed that is Mtv's "My Super Sweet 16."My readers will note that this is not the first time I've made mention of this show in one of my articles. But today I'm writing because of an article in the New York Times which I feel is worthy

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-1930102188925813402008-03-30T12:45:00.003-04:002008-03-30T12:57:04.505-04:00

It's been three years since Danica Patrick broke the "gender barrier" in Indy Car racing. For those of you - like me - who don't really care, I guess it's something like breaking the "color barrier" in NASCAR? ...Something like that?So after three years of racing, she's yet to win a single race. Yet, every time there's a commercial on ESPN or ABC for an Indy race, she's got top billing. In

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-47713441267216614152008-03-27T20:02:00.004-04:002008-03-27T20:57:06.359-04:00

So right now in the living room the sound of female giggles is floating into my room, through my closed door, and to my ears. The giggles belong to this goth-lite shoe store employee named Jenelle who's a giggling idiot for my usually shy roommate. Meanwhile, my roommate is actually keeping his shit together and sounding pretty confident out there.Not that I'm eavesdropping or anything....

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-77533197734975069192008-03-27T12:30:00.000-04:002008-03-27T12:35:05.118-04:00

Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be so important as to have a super villian... An arch nemesis, etc - someone who was spending all their time thinking of ways of doing me harm and trying to best me....Now that I have one I find that its not as great as I thought it would be... Be careful for what you wish for kids.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-25249777499796450162008-03-24T20:17:00.000-04:002008-03-24T20:22:30.510-04:00

Today I learned what its like to shoot yourself in the foot after you've stuck it in your mouth.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-76334408879574070802008-03-20T15:32:00.000-04:002008-03-20T15:36:59.849-04:00

So I'm in P-Town at the local house of pizza waiting on a pork sandwhich listening to awful euro-techno and the Greek guy yell into a cell phone and I'm reminded that no matter where I go I still experience NYC on a daily basis.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-54170002169121833322008-03-16T18:20:00.003-04:002008-03-16T18:24:09.685-04:00

Yes I'm fully aware that it's... pretentious (and perhaps lazy) to post some of your own work and call it a "best of". It's also compounded that it's only a few months old. But when I was re-reading this, I thought to myself "Jesus, this is good. I wish I could write an article like this every time..." So here, now, is a re-issue if you will, of an article called "Sunday Morning Thunder" off

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-55132631917736230972008-03-16T08:15:00.004-04:002008-03-16T09:09:11.564-04:00

I dunno man, for some reason or another, there's been this avalanche of collective societal behavior that's really gotten under my skin over the last few days. So I figured I'd run it down for you, the readers, in somewhat of a list-and-explain-type article. Sit down, open up that pack of crackers and enjoy, bitch.What: Screaming, crying children.The Scene: The mall.How it went down: So I'm

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-21325950771984051472008-03-12T19:06:00.003-04:002008-03-12T19:14:59.270-04:00

(The Scene: In my kitchen at my parents' house, drinking a beer with my dad on a Monday afternoon)Dad: Hey, show me how to send you text messages on my phone to your phone!Me: No.Dad: Come on, we can text!Me: No.Dad: Why not!Me: Because.... your phone doesn't... get texts.Dad: Yes it does, Gillis sent me a text yesterday, but I didn't know how to text back!Me: You're not texting me.Dad:

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-79460165948117531252008-03-12T18:25:00.003-04:002008-03-12T19:05:51.871-04:00

One of these days I'm going to break down and get satellite radio, although that wouldn't solve my problem with what some could consider to be the "on-air talent" found on most radio stations, terrestrial and otherwise.I'm talking about the radio disc jockey, the "jock", the... whatever the hell other word you can come up with the typically boorish and "shocking" personality that drones on

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-28104752500029948292008-03-11T11:06:00.000-04:002008-03-11T11:12:29.648-04:00

So I'm at the Prompto Oil in Biddeford Maine waiting to get the oil in my truck changed out. I was in maine for roughly twenty-four hours which is never enough time to do everything I want and it sucks. Given that twelve of my thirty-six hours off was spent driving... It hardly seems worth it.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-35856327807409085142008-03-04T20:43:00.000-05:002008-03-04T20:49:23.092-05:00

What am I doing? ... Laying in my rack avoiding responsibilities and feeding myself from an immense plate of guilt.At least "The Universe" is on The History Channel... It allows me to indulge my inner geek while I hide. Argh... And I'm feeling fat too... Awesome.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-56065403757937144252008-03-04T02:41:00.002-05:002008-03-04T03:03:10.023-05:00

I'm a huge fan of Justin Ellis.If you don't know the name, or are thinking I'm talking about an up and comming Red Sox prodigy let me introduce you to young Mr. Ellis. Here, have a bite.Ellis writes stories for the Portland Press Herland back home in Maine, and he does an article or whatever for the Monday Magazine portion of the paper called "NXT." I imagine this is supposed to add to his

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-23822248503449823222008-02-26T19:05:00.000-05:002008-02-26T19:12:56.356-05:00

I'm sitting at the Tiki Lounge Restaurant waiting for an order of crab rangoons and general tsos chicken, typing this quickie article on a tiny-ass keyboard, listening to the Justice cd on my ipod wheb I realize that I've become everything I've ever hated.

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-52229932331589451382008-02-19T05:33:00.003-05:002008-02-19T06:08:24.070-05:00

For nearly twenty years, The Simpsons entered our homes on Sunday nights (a real fan would know that back in the early 1990s, FOX aired them on Thursday nights for about two years, before returning them back to Sundays, where they originally aired) and filled our televisions with a warm glow of smart off the collar social satire and whacky antics.However, The Simpsons are no more.The Simpsons tv

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-58577513336978044532007-12-30T15:25:00.000-05:002007-12-30T17:58:05.530-05:00

Nina was your typical American 17 year old girl: Blond, petite, loved rock music and history, did well in school, had a line of steady boyfriends and even attracted the attention of a few older men here and there, much to her own delight.But unlike most typical American Girls, Nina had a sort of twisted sense of humor; she would giggle at inappropriate times, like during her history class's

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-28178832621300423482007-12-28T00:36:00.000-05:002007-12-28T01:03:44.054-05:00

As always, I'm up late sitting at my computer with my iTunes on and the tv on at the same time. Why do I do this? Because everyone else between the ages of 15 and 30 do this. We all sit in front of our computers, typing away, whether it's in an IM box, a Facebook wall post, whatever, and we keep our music on with the tv on at the same time.It's part of our culture: to have as many screens in

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-70070534420068359242007-12-24T11:27:00.000-05:002007-12-24T11:43:23.674-05:00

(The Scene: I'm wrapping Christmas gifts in the living room, listening to the Time Warner Cable "Arena Rock" station on the surround sound when my dad enters, drinking a beer at 10:30 in the morning. Yes's "Owner of a Lonely Heart" is playing for some reason.)Dad: Oh man, I used to love Yes. They were one of my favorite bands.Me: Really?Dad: Way back when, Yes was like, for a lot of people,

James.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11066399507870737460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062616373011022311.post-31405933935927217002007-10-25T12:56:00.000-04:002007-10-26T12:04:49.579-04:00

I take notice when I see a brand new Ford F-150, in black, rolling up behind me at a stop sign or on the highway or whatever. It's a mean looking truck with a big grille. I'm actually kinda surprised that Michael Bay didn't use one in his Transformers film.Oh that's right, GM footed the bill.Anyway, Ford is kicking a whole lot of ass in the automobile manufacturing thing. Granted, they don't

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