Monthly Archives: October 2005

Three-Peat, Baby

For the third week in a row, the mighty Hispanics — Alyssa, Darcey, Nikki, Rusty, Joseph, B.J. and your humble author (none of which are actually Latino) — descended upon the Mellow Mushroom of lower Buckhead like a horde of very polite and personable locusts, leaving in our wake the shattered dreams of first place

Meme’d

You have a choice. Either stay here and read this meme-thing, or go over to JIVE to see my review of Elizabethtown. (You stayed? Damn.) I don’t even know where this particular meme started. But I’ve been tagged by the red-painted pirate, so I will comply. What were three of the stupidest things you have

America this is quite serious.

Allen (baby, why so jaded?) Ginsberg has been in the news lately. Well played for a man dead these past eight years. But poets, like playwrights and good authors, only really die when their work is forgotten. We can all thank our stars, lucky or not, that Ginsberg The Poet lives with us still. Because

Every Woman Every Man

One thing leads to another thing which leads to a post. That’s the way blogs work. Mostly. This afternoon, I read David’s post about shuffled songs that start with the letter “P.” Having some experience with matters involving letters and music, I left a comment about one two of the listed songs: “People Get Ready.”

No Fee Villainy

Forgive me, but I must geek out for just a moment. Why? Because there is just not enough “awe” in “awesome” to describe this announcement. If you’re already running around in virtual tights as a do-gooder, there will be no additional monthly cost to live a second life on the dark side. Sweet!

Winners Again

Winners Again (10.05.2005) Originally uploaded by grabbingsand. Woot. Final Score: 99. If only the Braves had our luck and/or tenacity. Our name this time around? “Hispanics Conducting An Exhaustive Search … For Ourselves.” In attendance were Darcey, Nikki, Rusty, Joseph, B.J. and yours truly. Mr Simon was given a hall pass for the evening, as