Just so you know, I made my most recent post for WFMU’s Beware Of The Blog earlier today. You can find a link to all my posts for that website on the right-side column near the top of this page. It’s about the records I bought at the fair this year. If you are not card-carrying collector scum, you have no purpose reading that blog post.

After softball tonight, I went to Umami Burger for the first time with Nicci, Maryn, Nate, Pat and Landon. It was a pretty good burger; the patty is a little on the small side, but it’s still fulfilling. Nicci ordered the standard Umami Burger, I ordered one called the Hatch that is made with four different kinds of green chillies, and we split ‘em down the middle. Earlier this week I had the burger at BoHo in Hollywood. That one was so good. Hard to choose which one is better. At this point I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to do a Los Angeles burger-off, much in the vein of the infamous East LA Pizza-Off (sponsored by Swan Fungus). Do any of you locals have any suggestions for the best burger in Los Angeles? I’ve always thought Father’s Office was a bit overrated, but Golden State, BoHo, and Umami all have really good ones. I’ve heard great things about Hungry Cat too, but when I went there with Nicci I decided it would be weird to order a burger at a seafood joint, no matter how good it supposedly is. The other place I’ve heard about is the Roosevelt. I know I’ll make it there eventually. Fuck, why are hamburgers so fucking delicious? Are they better than pizza? Does anybody care? Let’s change the subject.

Apparently there’s this TV show everybody loves, called Mad Men. I’ve never seen it before. I got invited to a theme party this weekend, and I’m supposed to dress up like a character from the show. Apparently it’s set in the ’60s and it deals with stock brokers or ad agencies or public relations or something. I have this kind-of pin-striped suit, but I only ever wear it with t-shirts (for optimal douchebag effect), so I had to go shopping today for a dress shirt and tie. It sucked in that it reminded me of why I hate having to go shopping. There’s always stupid loud music playing and the mannequins always make you feel inferior because they have style and you don’t, and they’re physically fit and you’re not. Then these overly cheerful little twerps come up to you and ask, “May I help you?” as if you don’t know what the hell the difference is between jeans and slacks. “No, thanks. I’ve been dressing myself since the third grade I’m pretty sure I can find two pieces of clothes and put them together to make an outfit.” What are there, four options? A t-shirt and shorts, a t-shirt and pants, a long shirt and shorts, a long shirt and pants? It’s really not that complicated, employee at loud, obnoxious clothing store. Then you have to deal with the fact that everything is expensive, it all looks the same, and whatever hot style or color trend is “in” this season is ugly and retarded. The only thing I’m good for when it comes to shopping is Wegmans four-cheese pizzas or records. Put me in a store or a mall that contains nary a record store or Wegmans and I’m fucking lost. I hate it. Nicci seemed to have an okay time. That’ll probably change one she reads this and realizes how anxious I get when shopping.

That’s all I have today. I’ll be back tomorrow with a new top ten list.

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