I was contemplating maybe transferring audio from my cassette recorder to my hard drive today, but it would take way too long and I have things to do. The other night I fell asleep listening to 90 minutes of tape featuring drunken Matt, Evan, Jack, Ken, Katie and I from one night in Jersey, and I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s…uh…entertaining, in a somewhat pathetic way. You can’t hear it today, though, I have the day off from work, so I want to make sure I get the most out of it I possibly can. You know, “sucking the marrow out of life” and all that shit. What will I be doing today? Well, isn’t it obvious from my lack of attention? I’m going to Cosco to pick up a prescription (the tropane alkaloids that ease my inner pain and me not want to die every time I eat a morsel of food), and sample all the free foods they usually hand to customers. Then I’m going to explore the labyrinth at that cemetery in Glendale. I’ll post some pictures later today. The Mets game starts relatively early (3:30pm PST), and then there’s the Top Chef finale at some point. Maybe something else can be squeezed in between if money is not an option. In all likelihood, I’ll eat more than just food scraps at Cosco. But hey, you never really know. I’m getting really depressed about the Mets. I don’t want to talk about it. The head blogger over at Amazin’ Avenue seems to echo my sentiments each and every day. With post titles like, “Suck It, Bright Side”, “I’m Just Keeding”, “What’s The Point Of All This” and most recently “Apathy Rising”, I can only count my lucky stars this isn’t a sports-themed blog.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s Top Chef recap, which I will be “drunk-live-blogging” tonight (that is, drunkenly describing the events in real-time), complete with hoity-toity food words and names of dishes I cannot pronounce that I will have to pause the DVR in order to spell correctly. In case you’re wondering, my predictions are thus: Stepahine will win (the producers want a female winner, hence three females in the finale and no Dale), Richard will finish second (and probably put forth more challenging and intricate dishes), and Ass-Face will finish third. Will she receive a long-overdue reaming from the judges? Will someone go so far as to say she did not even belong in the finals with the other two chefs? We can only hope. Also, maybe an Anthony Bourdain appearance? … Stay tuned.

Two notes: Jojoblog re-posted my little recap of the Jonathan Richman in-store performance Saturday, and even included two pictures, neither of which feature the prominently hideous visage of yours truly. I was too busy “infiltrating” the crowd in order to watch and ensure no one stole all our valuable memorabilia during the performance. I wanted to wear a fake mustache, but I was not allowed. The photos are courtesy of someone named “pneyu”, who has a handful of shots posted on a Flickr album. Anyway, check it out.

Also, has anyone noticed the favicon I made for the blog all by myself? Doesn’t it suck? Want to design a newer, easier-to-see favicon? If you do, I’ll send you a copy of the new Dennis Wilson Pacific Ocean Blue deluxe CD edition, courtesy of Sony/BMG, who actually are very nice when it comes to dedicating CDs and DVDs to these useless little blog contests I run.

This concludes my contractual obligation to post one blog entry every day.

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