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So here's mah shit.

10 track mind, courtesy of City Paper's Clog.

Big weekend. Hungover blog on Monday about it, I'm sure.

posted by Werd @ 5:20 PM 3 geriatrics ran up a hill

Waiting, waiting, always waiting

I've been particularly antsy for a number of reasons lately. Some people know what some of those reasons are. I'm choosing to remain particularly cryptic right now, but I expect to spill the beans soon.

Right now, I'm hanging out at La Va Cafe near my house and wishing that I had brought headphones, because the music is probably the most atrocious shit I've ever heard. It's an album of awful, self-important, too-cool-for-school, my-loft-in-Williamsburg-is-better-than-yours Beatles covers. It's making me want to kill cute things. I have to be somewhere with internet for my fantasy baseball draft, though, and I still don't have internet at my apartment.

Also, I'm so fucking ready for spring. You hear me, winter?!!? I've had enough!

Also also, updates are up on The Littlest Gladiator. This blog is going to save the world....and/or make me giggle a lot.

Also also also, I'm going to be doing a 10 track mind for the City Paper blog this week...check back on Friday for a link.

posted by Werd @ 7:40 PM 1 geriatrics ran up a hill

More new blogs!

So we started a new blog over yonder -

Behold: THE LITTLEST GLADIATOR!!!

posted by Werd @ 5:18 PM 1 geriatrics ran up a hill

St. Urho's Day

So yesterday was St. Urho's Day, which is a "Finnish holiday." Follow the link to find out why I put air quotes around that.

Since that was yesterday, that would make today St. Patrick's Day, which would make this previous Saturday the most annoying day of the year to walk around Philly. I swear if I hear one more E-A-G-L-E-S chant before August I'm gonna freak out and punch some bitches. So...many...meatheads...

And since today is St. Patrick's Day, that means it's Dadso's birthday. And since Dadso reads the blog, I'd like to give him a shout out. Whaddup Dad. Happy birthday. Those years keep marching on, don't they?

And to celebrate Dadso properly, I thought I would include a picture of him in what I think may be ceremonial ritualistic garb of some sort, maybe for human sacrifice. That's him on the right, along with what I can only assume is his offering to the gods and/or his brother.

posted by Werd @ 1:59 PM 0 geriatrics ran up a hill

Back on track

(Apologies to those belligerent people who bemoaned the lack of live blogging this past weekend. I was quite busy.)

So, after a few days and a slightly extended trip, I return from the Crescent City. This is my second visit to NOLA, and this trip was even better than the first. I got a really good feeling for the city this time - where people spend time, where young people live, how the city is laid out, how to get different places, what people do for work, etc etc.

KDHL was a wonderful host, as always. We really hit a pretty decent rhythm after a couple days, and I'm really grateful that we've become such good friends. Her friends are awesome, she pulls strings to get us stuff, she's helping me make some contacts, she buys me beer - all great things. Even though my trip was a couple days longer than I had anticipated, I still felt like I was leaving home and going to visit Philly when I left this morning. Very strange feeling, indeed.

From what I hear, New Orleans has this effect on people. They come down for a month of volunteer work, and before they know it, it's a year and a half later and they have a full time job and a whole new life. I can feel it happening to me.

Must be all the wonderful drugs in the water.

Anyways, I had a grandiose time there, and I can't wait to head back.

And that's the end of my book report on my trip to New Orleans. The end.

posted by Werd @ 1:54 PM 2 geriatrics ran up a hill

Lo how the mighty have fallen!

So less than 2 months after he won his crown of Man Of The Year 2007, my roommate Cedric was enveloped in scandal and left town quicker than the Colts left B-more back in '84.

Turns out he hadn't been paying rent or bills for a few months - just couldn't be bothered, I suppose. Instead, he was taking the couple hundo I was giving him every month and just living on it. He let me know at one point that he was having trouble paying rent, so I even loaned him his portion in January, but none of it ever made it to the landlord. I even opened some old bills and saw that he hadn't been paying those for months and months. Yesterday the gas company tried to come and shut off the gas to the house. 8:45-and-just-woken-up me muttered something like "please don't I'll die" and then I had to go to the PGW office and sit around for an hour to get that shit straightened out.

The sketchiest part of the whole thing was that I went out around 10:30 pm on Saturday night, and when I came home at 2:30 am all his shit was gone and one of my mugs was broken. (He left an apology note, complete with a smiley face with X's for eyes.)

Cedric, we hardly knew ye...despite living with you for over a year and a half.

So next weekend, one of the early front runners for Woman Of The Year 2008, Mo, moves in. Our apartment will be very fun and you should come over. Also, we'll be having a "welcome to the city" party sometime this month, so stay tuned.


"I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can."

- "Heroin" by The Velvet Underground (from The Velvet Underground and Nico)

posted by Werd @ 9:47 AM 3 geriatrics ran up a hill