Saturday, January 24, 2015

Hell Yeah There’s Culture In LA.

Actually, I have no idea what this is, but my friend John Kapelos and I are totally going.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Everything You Love Eventually Must Die.

I don’t call it “hanging out.” I call it “texting with friends in real life.”

But there was a time when we really did get together. In college. I went to the University of Maryland, and I really lucked out. I had the full college experience, and made a shitload of friends whom I’m close with to this day.

Some of the more reckless memories occurred in the Knox Boxes – apartments on Knox Road, just off campus in College Park. We drained kegs blasted music and guaranteed we’d never see our security deposits returned. I have a great picture somewhere of my girlfriend at the time and I sitting on steps just like the ones above on my 22nd birthday.

But now, a developer has decided to level the Knox Boxes, and replace them with the very swanky “Knox Village.” Residents were offered $500 gift cards to soften the eviction.

Time to pour a 40 oz. Milwaukee’s Best for my homies. Progress. Sucks.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

I Vote For The SAG Awards.

Someday I’d like to get so thin that Matthew McConaughey tries to play me in a movie.

He was an easy choice for best actor in a drama series for his role in “True Detective.” The real bitch was settling on the best cast in a motion picture. I finally decided Eddie Redmayne and Felicity Jones put The Theory of Everything over the top.

I love the SAG Awards. Acting categories only. Entire casts recognized. It’s shameful that I waited until today, the day before deadline, to cast my votes. But, eh – I ALWAYS bring my fairly adequate game, son. (Drops mic.)

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

My New Headshots.

Don’t mess with someone taking a photo with their iPad, because they're already at rock bottom and have nothing left to lose.

I stick with the pros. And I went to one of the best headshot photographers in town for these brand new shots.









Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Three-Day Happy Haps.

It’s been a little bit since I’ve written about why everyone should donate blood. I did it Saturday afternoon, and I promise it pinches a little and makes you slightly light headed, but it’s a really good thing. Like being slapped across the face with a surprisingly tasty fish.

That night, drinks at Bar Stella. The cocktails are really pricey, but lucky for me I showed up light-headed, and was an easy buzz.

After donating blood, be sure not to do any heavy lifting for 24 hours. I limited myself to tinier stuff, like this short rib slider at Black Market Liquor Bar. Crazy delicious.

Monday, January 19, 2015

We’ll Draw Blood Our Way, Thanks.

While donating at the Red Cross on Saturday, I noticed the above sign, and felt impelled to ask: Why? Guns and light-headedness totally mix.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Yes, Woman Who Just Cut Me Off.

I’m sure your mirror spontaneously broke off.