1st episode is free on iTunes right now. Well worth the download, not only to see Andrew WK wearing the same white outfit he’s been wearing for seven years but also to see things getting blown up. A lot of things getting blown up. Plus the interaction between the kids is pretty fun too.

I’d link to a trailer, but I think you should just go download it.

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I had it all planned out. After eating so much dinner that I actually got bored of the repetitive motion of moving my hand to my mouth, I publicly declared (on chat, at least) that I was gonna print out some old Sunday New York Times crosswords and work on them while laying in bed. And by “work on them while laying in bed,” I mean “work on them while laying in bed.”

But tragedy struck. The Commercial Appeal’s e-Appeal archives were down. I had an, uhh, rather…severe…reaction to this. After literally 45 minutes (I checked) of complaining about it on chat, tweeting about it on Twitter, emailing the e-Appeal company’s support team and even decoding the site’s URLs in a desperate attempt to pull up a crossword puzzle by hard-coding its PDF’s location on the servers (this is also how I find all the good internet porn clips), the archives were restored.

It was then, and only then, did I realize what an insane creature of habit I am, and how far I will go when the Internet pisses me off. Coming between me and my crossword puzzle turns out to be like coming between that kid from Better Off Dead and his two dollars. Who knew.

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It’s coming early tonight. I’m tuckered.

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Via Gawker Artists:

Sarah Spitler, www.sarahspitler.com. I avoid describing art because talking about visuals when you can see the visuals kinda defeats the purpose of seeing the visuals in the first place, plus it inevitably makes me feel like a bumbling douchebag. So, see for yourself the latest artist to make me want to be rich and buy paintings.

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Stopped by for a 5:30 beer with a few coworkers. Did some much-needed blowing off of steam.

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Not repugnant, but seedy and still hilarious:

Kerry: and if this isn’t a clear sign that i need either A) more to do at work, or more to do at home… i don’t know what is.
Kerry: i shoulda been a fucking detective.
Lindsey: haha, yes!
Lindsey: it would be so much fun to be a skeevy private eye
Kerry: btw, that is supposed to be B then right hand parentheses….
Kerry: NOT an emoticon with sunglasses
Kerry: although if i WERE a detective, i would wear sunglasses at all times.
Lindsey: ALL TIMES
Kerry: even while sleeping.
Kerry: because i can’t compromise my identity.
Kerry: also, i would not be so secretive about the fact i drink whiskey out of a bottle in my desk drawer.
Lindsey: oh my god, that would be amazing
Lindsey: you’d need some weepy Venetian blinds
Lindsey: and a ceiling fan
Lindsey: and constant dusk
Kerry: and i would have to have bombshells waltzing in and out of my office, while i kick my feet up on my desk and throw balled up paper into a wire wastebasket.

Lindsey: why AREN’T more people detectives?
Kerry: i will also have to invest in several metal file cabinets.
Kerry: seriously. i’m realizing now that this is my calling.
Lindsey: it’s not too late. it’s never too late!
Lindsey: and you’re going to need a voiceover machine
Lindsey: or the patience to narrate your every move
Kerry: haha

Lindsey: (which i do anyway in real life, now that i think about it. it’s fairly easy. and addictive.)
Kerry: i think i do that in my head already
Lindsey: (she tapped onto the keyboard)
Kerry: she stared over the cubicle wall at her coworker… lisa looked tired, beat, like she’d been pummeled by the mean streets of memphis, just tryin’ to make a buck like everyone else, you know… kerry felt sorry for her, but not too sorry. kerry’s trying to make a buck too, after all.
Kerry: the phone rang.
Kerry: END OF CHAPTER

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Memphis sunsets are some of the best I’ve ever seen, anywhere.

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How did Miles’ lair end up on the floor tonight? I haven’t touched it.

I’ll give you a hint…

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I know what you want! More pictures I took of my big ol’ head and my big ol’ bangs!

No, wait, maybe that’s what I want. If I go to the potluck later, I’ll take more photos. But I’m posting these in case they’re all I take today (and because I think they’re pretty frakkin’ sweet).

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Had a lot of social stuff I wanted to do today, but I only made it to one party. Before that party, I got a hair up my ass — or really, it’s more like I wanted hair off my ass — and cut my bangs back. I’ll need a pro to even them out, but I am probably 200% happier now than I was before I picked up the scissors. Hello my darling bangs, I have missed you very much.

At Grace’s party. I took quite a few photos, and many of them are hilarious, but not really post-appropriate for one reason or another. Nothing scandalous, just nothing flattering, either. So, I picked this one. I didn’t intend for this effect. My shutter was open too long. But, I love the light squiggles and I love how you can just barely make out faces if you know where to look. Ghost parties are the best parties.

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