tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72506992011-04-21T15:06:35.745-07:00A blog, stupid.Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.comBlogger4481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-5451646526286050272007-06-13T14:04:00.000-07:002007-06-13T14:05:46.532-07:00

Hi. I am back. I mean, "I" was always here, but now I am "here." And so this post serves as notice. Of the aforementioned status change, that isn't really a change, but at the same time, sort of is.Even though it isn't. Hi!

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-76213746621072443112007-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:002007-04-09T14:13:18.747-07:00

I remember the very first Sabres game I went to at the Aud. My dad split a pair of season tickets three ways, so he had two seats for one-third of the home games. They were about four rows into the Upper Blues in the right corner behind the net the Sabres defended in the first and third periods. I remember squinting down to the far end of the ice during the warm-up skate trying to

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-75341426276083072662006-12-19T16:49:00.000-08:002006-12-19T16:51:24.010-08:00

All I'm gonna say is:The Wire is the greatest show that has ever been on television.And it's not even close.

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I am the kind of person who has a very hard time getting over things. My sense of nostolgia is strong. For instance, it pains me to throw out a receipt from a great meal out with friends, or the ticket stub from an exceptional concert. They're mementos of fun times, and just by looking at them I am brought back to the moment. I like that feeling. However, said receipts and ticket stubs pile

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1162924777985979732006-11-07T10:34:00.000-08:002006-11-07T10:39:38.016-08:00

Which people who don't care about me at all do I force myself to, for five minutes, pretend really does care? Do I fool myself into thinking the venomous snake won't bite me, or that the rabid dog won't snap at me?I'd sell your heart to the junkman babyFor a buck, for a buckIf you're looking for someoneTo pull you out of that ditchYou're out of luck, you're out of luckThe ship is sinkingThe ship

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1162510853320787592006-11-02T15:32:00.000-08:002006-11-02T15:41:52.466-08:00

There's a lot of crap in here, but also some unbelievable stuff...PixiesFlaming Lips (twice)Bob DylanKings of Leon (only 1 song)Blues TravellerR.E.M.RadioheadSonic Youth (twice)Yo La TengoCat PowerBeckSimon DawesSmashing PumpkinsTom Petty and the HeartbreakersThe Goo Goo Dolls (shut up...)Bush (seriously, shut up...)Jackson BrowneThe PoguesSon VoltLenny KravitzRusted RootModest Mouse (twice)Hot

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I've briefly mentioned in past posts that I listen to, watch on television, and read message boards/websites/blogs from numerous right-wing convervative sources. It's also probably not too difficult to infer from some of my posts that, politically and socially, I'm pretty left-leaning. I'd like to think I'm open to a lot of different points of view; while I may not agree with their positions, I

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- An Indian (South Asian) dressed as an Indian (Native American)- The War on Christmas- An Arab and an Orthodox Jew, together, with peace-sign necklaces- Steve Irwin with a stingray tail in his chest (obligatory. How many of those were there this year?)- Marty McFly (me)- Jane Jetson- Kip Dynamite- A few droogs

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Thursday: the Pogues at the Wiltern Theater. Los Angeles concert crowds are notoriously dull. Everyone just sort of stands there with their arms crossed staring blankly towards the stage. This was different. The moment the opening act left the stage, the crowd started chanting, "Shaaaaaaane-oooooo... Shaaaaaaane-oooooo...." Groups of people all over the place were partaking in group toasts

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My morning commute takes about 20 minutes, which is a pretty quick drive by Los Angeles standards. My minor (and self-diagnosed) ADD means I'm constantly switching stations since I can't stand listening to radio commercials. I usually rotate between Adam Carolla (funny and smart), Al Franken (smart and funny), Rush Limbaugh (insane), and a CD (for when the other three are all on commercials.

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Robin van Persie, Arsenal Gunners.Arsenal started out slowly, finishing tied with Aston Villa and Middlesbrough, and losing to Manchester City. However, they're undefeated in the UEFA Champions League (beat Dinamo Zagreb to qualify; have beat Hamburg and FC Porto in the group stage) and have won their last 3 Premiership games: Sheffield United, Manchester United (who were in 1st place), and

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1158025375143732542006-09-11T18:39:00.000-07:002006-09-11T18:42:55.170-07:00

Pretty much everything they do is good, a giant chunk of it is great, and even (relatively speaking) their bad stuff is ok. And tomorrow, their latest album comes out. I'm talking about Yo La Tengo.I've only heard snippets of it, but me likes what me's heard. And, besides, it has the best title I've seen in recent years: I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass.It's almost worth getting

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1156205063512486792006-08-21T16:35:00.000-07:002006-08-21T17:05:28.760-07:00

So last afternoon-stretching-into-evening (because it just took that long), I saw Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehne -- which apparently means Never Say Good-bye. It's unlike a lot of other Hindi movies I've seen because it deals with a taboo subject -- divorce -- and even seems to advocate it. And, on another level, it advocates the idea of looking for a true love without worrying about one's situation in

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In an IM conversation with my sister, I was informed that I had a doll when I was young. I have no recollection of this at all -- and I'm not just saying that because I'm scared to admit it. I find this information to be highly entertaining myself, but I really have no memory of this doll of mine. I do remember my imaginary friend "It" who looked exactly like Lowly Worm from the Richard Scarry

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1154384368519843732006-07-31T15:17:00.000-07:002006-07-31T15:19:28.583-07:00

I totally just cyber-stalked someone and now I feel kind of dirty.But also kind of great because it took some serious deduction and cunning on my part to find them.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1153343575347740042006-07-19T13:29:00.000-07:002006-07-19T14:15:39.386-07:00

George Bush sure gave it to all those cancer patients and Altzheimer's patients. People with cancer are literally DYING to get out of America, and Altzheimer's patients are constantly forgetting how AWESOME America is. WHY DO THEY HATE FREEDOM AND AMERICA?(End hilarious joke, begin deep and serious discussion)Feel free to correct me if any of the information below is wrong, or if you find any

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I can't do it anymore. I'm done caring. Well, I'm done putting myself in a position to care, because it's really impossible to totally stop caring. It's an exercise in futility. Israelis and Arabs. Blowing each other up. It's horrible, but I've realized, there is never, ever (as in ever ever ever ever) going to be peace there. This isn't some squabble. They've been fighting forever. The

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1152137239787644452006-07-05T15:06:00.000-07:002006-07-05T15:07:19.843-07:00

I wonder if, at any point this week or next, we'll see Kenneth Lay's bloated corpse ringing the closing bell on Wall Street.

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Three guys stare at a large picture of Walt Disney.GUY #1: Walt Disney was the worst dresser. Terrible.GUY #2: Yeah.GUY #3: But that's like, from the '20s. He was hip then.GUY #2: Really?GUY #3: Yeah.GUY #1: But the thing is, he bought cheap clothes. He was cheap.GUY #2: Really?GUY #1: Yeah. Look at his shirt -- the lines don't match.

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Last night I went to a live stage performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Photos of me wearing make-up to follow...

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Not two minutes ago I clicked the "send" button to authorize the good people at the finance department of the company who manages my car loan to take money our of my bank account... for the very last time. Ever.The car is mine. To celebrate, I think I'll give it an oil change this weekend.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1151012428273389682006-06-22T14:32:00.000-07:002006-06-22T14:40:28.303-07:00

Seriously meaningless stuff here:- culture of life- compassionate conservatism- #2 al-Qaeda leader- decider- operation enduring freedom- dirty bomb- briefcase nuke- enemy combatant- flip-flopper- cut and run- heckuva job

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Every four years they come out. Soccer haters and soccer apologists alike. The apologists trot out the statistics showing how many little American kids play the sport and how it's growing; and how stupid Americans are because we don't "get" the sport. The haters dust off tired cliches for their hacky editorial columns explaining how boring the sport is and since not many people follow the

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If I played in the World Cup for Brazil, I would be known as:Kevino Carlos de los Lappin; a.k.a. Lappinho

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The past two years have seen an alarming number of my friends get married. Last year I was invited to 8 weddings; the year before I went to 3 weddings. I also know four couples who are engaged and who will most likely invite me to their weddings. The sheer quantity has helped me take each new engagement-ring-appearance in stride, and the sheer quality of all of them has made me kind of look

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As much as I love hockey, I have zero interest in watching the Stanley Cup Finals. Watching two teams play for the Holy Grail of hockey while my team -- the team that should be playing (and winning) if not for a ridiculous-and-almost-comical rash of injuries -- sits at home is akin to watching your smoking-hot ex-girlfriend out on a date with another guy. Who you know, you just know, you're

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1149272499019745022006-06-02T11:04:00.000-07:002006-06-02T11:40:54.633-07:00

I understand that a southern/warm weather city having a team do well in the NHL can only be good for the health of the sport of hockey, the only sport I'm die-hard about. I thought this when Tampa won the Stanley Cup a couple years ago and when Anaheim and Carolina made it to the finals in the recent past. I'm not as antagonistic towards the warm weather teams as a lot of hockey fans

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1149203249974088792006-06-01T15:54:00.003-07:002006-06-01T16:07:29.976-07:00

Maybe not the 50 greatest, and maybe not even my 50 favorites, but here are 50 songs I can listen to at any time in any mood; can never turn off or change the station/track when they're on."God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys"Where is My Mind?" by the Pixies"Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" by Looking Glass"Sweet Jane" by the Velvet Underground"Venus" by Television"Boys Don't Cry" by the Cure"Love Will

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1149189818291346842006-06-01T12:21:00.001-07:002006-06-01T12:44:04.296-07:00

Cool dudes:Charles Thompson Great songwriter.Bill HicksComedian who "got it" before the rest of us. RIP.David Foster WallaceSome people say he's pretentious, but when you're that good a writer, well... what are you gonna do?RonaldinhoThierry Henry is my favorite player, but Ronaldinho always looks like he's having a ton of fun. George SaundersShort story writer. Brilliant

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Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1147893365590049572006-05-17T12:15:00.000-07:002006-05-17T14:20:37.616-07:00

Good old Arsenal,We're proud to say that name,And while we sing this song,We'll win the game!F*ck 'em, f*ck em all!United, West Ham, Liverpool,We are the Arsenal, we are the best,We are the Arsenal, f*ck the rest***UPDATE*** Ok, so Arsenal lost 2-1 to Barcelona. But they played brilliantly. Twenty minutes into the game Arsenal keeper Jens Lehmann charged out to stop Samuel Eto'o on a breakaway

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- Sometimes when I'm playing music on iTunes, I watch as the timer counts backwards to zero and become increasingly concerned that the band won't finish the song in time.- When I fill in crossword puzzles or sudoku squares, often I pretend I need to finish within a certain amount of time or else someone -- a friend, a family member -- will die.- When crossing a street, if I see a car coming at me

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1144516892778210792006-04-08T10:20:00.000-07:002006-04-08T10:32:38.310-07:00

I'm enough of a music nerd to really get into this. A friend sent me this: you're supposed to put your music player on shuffle (how presumptuous!) and the songs that play answer the questions.1) How am I feeling today?"Bitter Tears" by INXS In the mistOf my endless searchThe best in lifeBecomes clearThe rest just beginsTo fade by itselfThat's a trick I learntThough it took so longBitter tears

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So my kickball teammate the Constant Gardner is hosting the final round of an Everything Idol contest. Random things, concepts, and creations have gone against each other and put to a vote over the past few months to determine the Greatest Thing Ever. The two finalists are Love and Art.Not all of the "things" in the Everything Idol contest were abstract concepts. Off the top of my head, some

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Finally. I have 5 minutes. The past few weeks have been pretty busy for me. We're in the middle of pilot season and are actually producing a pilot this year, so the hours at the office have been long. In a city where everyone wants to be an act-or/-ess, who knew casting was so difficult? A couple of years ago I worked on a pilot that was shut down a couple of days before we were supposed to

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This Wednesday, at 1:23am and 1:23pm, it will be 1:23 4/5/06. 1-2-3-4-5-6. Huh...

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Today the dark days of winter end and spring begins, and this got me thinking: wtf is up with guys who have tassles on their shoes?

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I grew up in the suburbs of Buffalo, which is to say everybody I knew and everybody I dealt with on a regular basis, with one exception, was white. One result of this was that all the fights with friends and trash-talking in sports involved ethnic slurs, but really tame and harmless ones. Polak. Wop. Limey. Kraut. Mick.The Polaks were all "dumb Polaks." The Wops were all "dirty Wops." The

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1142459948957585012006-03-15T13:46:00.000-08:002006-03-15T13:59:09.023-08:00

No one's in the office so I have a Chelsea-Tottenham soccer game on the television. I don't follow the English Premier League too closely, but I'm pretty sure Chelsea just won the league by scoring a goal two minutes into injury-time to win the game.

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Just got an email from a friend re: a Dinosaur Jr. show. Aside from the general "am-I-free" question, I need to figure out (NOT if I want to see Dinosaur Jr, but rather:) how badly do I want my ears to bleed. I'm assuming they're still loud as hell...

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... and also some stuff that technically happened during the week.- We won our first kickball game to bring the record to 1-4. We destroyed a (much) weaker team; the score was 9-0.- We followed that up with a team party Saturday night. Wild times.- Led by Gerry McNamara, Syracuse stormed through, and won, the Big East tournament. Yeah, that's right, Mac is overrated. Sure. NBA? No. But a

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1141779713659650912006-03-07T16:00:00.000-08:002006-03-07T17:01:53.740-08:00

A few years ago Nick at Nite did The Wonder Years on one of their week-long marathons. For Monday thru Friday, they played nothing but The Wonder Years from 7pm to 1am (or something like that). They obviously couldn't air every single episode, but they hit all the important storylines and moments -- in chronological order -- and had you never seen the show before you could come away with a

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My senior year in college, three of my friends and I skipped our Friday morning classes and went to the very first screening of Gladiator in Syracuse. We had seen the trailers in the theater and ads on television, and it looked awesome. The four of us were convinced this would be the coolest movie ever. About forty minutes into the movie, we were all laughing and cracking jokes at how terrible

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1141416912034971762006-03-03T12:14:00.000-08:002006-03-03T12:15:12.046-08:00

Mekka lekka hi, mekka heiny ho.

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The Buffalo Sabres take on the Atlanta Thrashers in a few minutes -- their first game back from the Olympic break. They resume their quest to win the Stanley Cup, or, as I now refer to it, they begin their quest to win me $240.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1141076783402287602006-02-27T12:25:00.000-08:002006-02-27T13:46:23.466-08:00

I have been in the belly of the beast, and I have survived. I walked inside the great monster's mouth fully aware and of my own volition. I was asked. I declined. I was asked again. There was pleading. I wavered. My enemies sensed my weakness and the pack attacked. My will crumbled.I agreed to go.After swearing it off for all eternity, this past weekend I was in Las Vegas. A city I hate.

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Yesterday was her birthday. This is our correspondence:ME: hiHER: hiHER: i was drunk til about 2 hours agoME: really?HER: really(IT HELPS TO KNOW IT WAS 2pm AND SHE WAS AT WORK)ME: hahahahahahaHER: i was wasted this morningHER: R was peeing her pants HER: like i didnt know what to doHER: my boss emailed me (from the next room) and said can i give you work to go home i have been there i know how

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So one of the pretty rad features of the newest version of AIM that I downloaded is that it comes with xm radio. Having never heard xm radio before, I can't verify it's the same service you pay for in your car or wherever, but the point is is this AIM version of xm radio is great. Mostly I listen to the "classic punk" station (at least when I'm not watching Olympic hockey or curling... [and in

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1140039669249081982006-02-15T13:25:00.000-08:002006-02-15T13:41:09.300-08:00

1) "So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright" by Simon & Garfunkel (Architects may come, and architects may go, never change your point of view.)2) "Alec Eiffel" by Pixies (Oh, Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics.)Is there an I.M. Pei song out there I'm not aware of?

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1140038433261821372006-02-15T13:20:00.000-08:002006-02-15T13:20:33.280-08:00

"I'm the guy who pulled the trigger that fired the round that hit Harry," said Cheney.

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Hey, Kevin, do you have big Valentine's Day plans? Perhaps a hot date? At a romantic restaurant? Are you going to buy lots of roses and chocolates? Is your 5-disc CD changer pre-loaded with the sexiest albums you own? Oh, you guys have no idea. Let me just say this: Mexican wrestling, burlesque, possible midget-tossing, flasks...I will now go and leave you to your imaginations while I bask

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139858744720701202006-02-13T11:20:00.000-08:002006-02-13T11:25:44.733-08:00

In my list below, I mentioned how I thought I could win an Olympic medal in curling. I didn't even know if the USA had a curling team. Curling just seems like something I can do. I certainly have physical limitations regarding how far I was going in my soccer career. I was never going to be a professional player; the best I could do was not embarrass myself when playing pick-up games against

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139529375475869332006-02-09T14:35:00.000-08:002006-02-09T18:42:08.343-08:00

I got an email from someone who did this. So I thought I'd do one here. A quick and dirty list:1) I went to an all-boys Catholic high school.2) NBA legend Bill Walton once made fun of me because I look young. This was while I was giving him a ride in a golf cart.3) I lived in London for 5 months.4) My very first day in London, my lung collapsed.5) I love old '70s punk, but "God Only Knows" by

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139515022753515652006-02-09T11:52:00.000-08:002006-02-09T11:57:47.893-08:00

This story is crazy. I mean, the chick from Police Acadamy 5: Assignment: Miami Beach Wayne Gretzky's wife is involved!!! I just hope they don't drag Steve Guttenberg into it.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139438935675474842006-02-08T14:48:00.000-08:002006-02-08T14:55:54.376-08:00

I have been to a Civil War-era themed re-enactment wedding. More specifically, I have been to a Confederate Civil War-era themed re-enactment wedding. And even more specifically, I have been to a Jewish Confederate Civil War-era themed re-enactment wedding.This spectacle took place in San Diego, a city that had nothing to do with either the bride or the groom, or their families, or -- so far as

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139346604619919032006-02-07T13:05:00.000-08:002006-02-07T13:10:04.633-08:00

I just can't write about them.

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Can we please have one goddamned Super Bowl without Tom Brady? Please? That's all I ask. He'll be back in the game next year, but did we really need him to help flip the coin this year? Christ almighty.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139258320179245712006-02-06T12:35:00.000-08:002006-02-06T12:38:40.180-08:00

Someone found this blog by doing a yahoo! search for "mick jagger sucked super bowl." As best as I can remember, I have never written about that. I have, however, thought about it in the past day. This has made me incredibly paranoid.Are blogger and yahoo! search reading my mind?

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1139257510868379332006-02-06T12:10:00.000-08:002006-02-06T12:25:10.916-08:00

Has anyone EVER been woken up by the phone at 12:06am, except you missed the call so you call the person back right away (even though you just talked to them an hour ago and when you hung up said, "I'm going to bed now...") and so when you call them back they start telling you about Care Bears? For 8 minutes? No? Um, yeah, me neither.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1138844672577842812006-02-01T17:41:00.000-08:002006-02-02T12:43:00.953-08:00

Caoimhin O'LapainMy real Irish name rules.

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Props to K1 and Gibster for helping come up with this bit:FADE IN:EXT. LOS ANGELES - NIGHTA black Suburban cruises down a street. It hesitates at an intersection, then pulls a u-turn.INT. SUBURBAN - CONTINUOUSJACK BAUER is behind the wheel, peering out the windows as he drives. He's not sure where he is. He opens his cell phone, hits a button, and:INT. CTU - SAME TIME (INTERCUT)The phone

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1138661083880741682006-01-30T14:34:00.000-08:002006-01-30T14:44:43.910-08:00

This weekend I am going to see Coldplay in concert. I fucking hate Coldplay. But you know what? I'm determined to have a good time. I'm even going to resist the temptation of bringing a pillow and blanket to what I foresee as being a snooze-fest. Why, you may ask, am I going to see Coldplay if I have such a violently negative reaction against them?Because this weekend, I am playing Vincent

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1138660145560296662006-01-30T14:28:00.000-08:002006-01-30T14:29:05.573-08:00

My name if I was from another country:Russia: Khevyn LapinovGermany: K. von LapsbergCzech Republic: Kevn LappSweden: Kevin LapstromFinland: Kevi LaappinenSlovakia: Kevinislav LapenLatvia: Kheviins LapinnsCanada: Kevyn LappinNorway: Keven LapenFrance: Kevin LapinJapan: Kevimoto LapinakaMexico: Cevin LapinezItaly: Kevino LaPinni

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1137724079767249742006-01-19T18:14:00.000-08:002006-01-19T18:27:59.820-08:00

- I just got a gmail account. I understand all the privacy issues that go along with it, but holy crap is it cool. - To slightly steal and tweak an idea from Tobin, best lyric I had heard before but never really paid attention to until recently: "A girl took down a book of poems (not to say which book of poems) / And as she read I laid my head (and I can't tell which head) / Down in her lap (

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1137696148539150502006-01-19T10:33:00.000-08:002006-01-19T10:42:28.553-08:00

Oh, good. Looks like things will be coming to an end soon. Osama bin Laden is offering a truce. ObL: "It has become apparent that the American people do not support the evil dictator Bush, or his policy to fight Muslims on Muslim land. Therefore, I am offering a truce. All the evil Bush has to do is say uncle."GWB: "No. I won't say uncle."ObL: "Ha-ha! You just said uncle! I win!"GWB: "I

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1137611200916884262006-01-18T10:44:00.000-08:002006-01-18T11:09:02.336-08:00

I've learned a few things about myself recently. The most important of which is, I can bake.Recently I've lost two bets where the loser (i.e. me) was required to bake something for the other person. The parameters of these bets were set because of my own arrogance, and I really have no one but myself to blame for my bruised ego and full stomach. My friend makes some really delicious Rice

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1137526536466518552006-01-17T11:26:00.000-08:002006-01-17T11:35:36.486-08:00

Remember when you were a kid and you went to Disneyland and how awesome it was? Well, it turns out that, as a 27-year-old "adult" Disneyland is still awesome. I get free passes for working for a company somewhere under the Disney corporate umbrella and on Sunday went to the Happiest Place on Earth with some friends. I like sarcasm. I'm pessimistic. I am fueled by schadenfreude. I'm aware of

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1137018327043333542006-01-11T14:20:00.000-08:002006-01-11T14:25:34.006-08:00

I love Chinese chicken curry. And recently I've decided I don't buy into the idea that Chinese restaurants do not serve the kinds of food that are eaten in China. Why? Because if I was Chinese and opened a restaurant, why wouldn't I open one that serves food I am used to eating? Who, exactly, is supposed to have invented this strange cuisine referred to as "Chinese" in America, but isn't

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1135106986066397672005-12-20T10:27:00.000-08:002005-12-20T11:29:46.136-08:00

Bright and early tomorrow morning I will hop in a cab for only the 3rd time in 4-and-a-half years and head to my friends apartment. From there, the cab will drive up and over the hill and into the Valley, up North Hollywood Way to the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank (great to be in Burbank, Johnny!) where I will be poked and prodded and searched for bombs. An hour or so later I will board the

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1134770868381386842005-12-16T14:02:00.000-08:002005-12-16T14:07:48.393-08:00

Terrell Owens says he feels "used" by the Eagles. They got him to get to the Super Bowl, and then they did, and he feels "used." A worker feeling used by management.Welcome to America, Terrell.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1134583859267390562005-12-14T09:48:00.000-08:002005-12-14T10:10:59.320-08:00

A friend of mine went back east for an extended Thanksgiving break. She returned to Los Angeles and brought back... Dunkin' Donuts. A whole dozen for all of us east coasters. I had a glazed chocolate one. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing.I haven't met an east coaster whose eyes don't light up whenever Dunkin' Donuts is mentioned. The donuts are great, and the coffee is even better. I

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1133901395908516922005-12-06T12:23:00.000-08:002005-12-06T12:36:35.930-08:00

So. Here I am. It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home. Or something. A few weeks since I've written, waiting for something to talk about. Nothing interesting has happened lately aside from loads of dull nights sitting at abar drinking for hours and not really talking to anyone other than the people I went with. You want Thanksgiving stories? Well, are you really interested in

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1132091675597244142005-11-15T13:34:00.000-08:002005-11-15T14:03:54.046-08:00

If any of you happened to catch this week's episode of The Family Guy (Nov. 13th -- "Brian Goes to College"), I hope you enjoyed it. A very good friend of mine wrote it -- it's his first paid writing gig in this hell-hole of a town. Congrats, Matt!Matt's wife hosted a party and screening of the episode Vitello's, an Italian restaurant noted both for their delicious food as well as being the

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1131735100231579592005-11-11T10:40:00.000-08:002005-11-11T10:51:40.246-08:00

I need to wake up at 8:30 to be at work an hour later. Three times this week I forgot to set my alarm. Three times this week I woke up on my own out of a dead sleep at 8:30 (twice after being out drinking until 2am). Apparently my circadian rhythm was made in Switzerland.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1131501191699327392005-11-08T17:19:00.000-08:002005-11-08T17:53:11.753-08:00

I feel old.And I'm not old, and I'm aware of the fact that I'm not old, and if someone ever said I was old I would protest the accusation. But I feel old. Or, better put, I am aware that I am getting older. And I blame Bartolo Colon for this. I've always been nostalgic for earlier periods of my life. I wish I was still in college. In college, I wished I was still in high school. In high

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1131151310723367252005-11-04T16:06:00.000-08:002005-11-04T16:41:50.796-08:00

A quick little music note. I haven't been into big guitar solos at all for awhile. I can't explain why not, I just haven't. And I understand that bands like Pearl Jam and Foo Fighters and people like Stevie Ray Vaughn are extremely talented, I'm just not interested in their art. Those people, to me at least, are like painters who paint these amazingly realistic-looking still-lifes where you

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1130876046097850982005-11-01T11:50:00.000-08:002005-11-01T12:21:04.240-08:00

For someone who has never been to India, I have a lot of Indian friends. One of my closest friends from college is Indian, I've dated a few Indian girls before, and recently in a hang-out-enough-with-friends-of-a-friend-they-become-your-friends kind of way I have, well, become friends with a whole new group of people, most of whom are Indian. One result of this is I'm a pro at pronouncing

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1130869695237102622005-11-01T10:15:00.000-08:002005-11-01T10:28:15.300-08:00

So I found out about this from here. The here part of that is a very funny site. The this part is one of the weirdest things I have ever seen. The kind of weird where you stare wide-eyed and gape-mouthed at the computer screen, simultaneously recoiling in horror and wrapping it around you like a blanket. It's called "Salad Fingers" The link above takes you to the 5th installment in a series

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1130365743202917342005-10-26T15:28:00.000-07:002005-10-26T15:39:25.996-07:00

Dear Tommy and Marky,Seeing as you are the last two remaining Ramones (I don't count CJ or Richie as being real Ramones), I am hoping you will be able to shed some light on something for me, despite the fact that you were drummers and not principal songwriters for the group (though perhaps your time behind the mixer as producer will be of some help, Tommy?) Anyways, my questions surround these

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1129921717950755852005-10-21T11:57:00.000-07:002005-10-21T12:08:37.956-07:00

Remember when Pope John Paul II died, and there was seemingly 24-hour coverage about it and commentators were, well, commenting on how all this coverage shows that the Catholic Church is still relevent in America, and how this new pope was going to go a long way in bringing it back to prominence and the 21st century? Well, what happened? I was raised Catholic, baptised and confirmed and all

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1129243232972449842005-10-13T15:33:00.000-07:002005-10-13T15:41:49.103-07:00

There's a line. A line? There's never a line. Groggy, because it's early, and you think maybe it's not really a line. Mine eyes do deceive... but today there's a line. Right there. Closer. Closer. Careful. A line. The urn is empty. All the liquid is gone. But you need it. Everyone in line needs it. The people in front and the ever-increasing number behind you, all need that fix.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1128714736972672872005-10-07T12:37:00.000-07:002005-10-07T12:52:16.996-07:00

Marty Schottenheimer, coach of the San Diego Chargers, steps up to the podium for his post-game press conference:Q: Marty, how did you think your team played?Marty: Obviously we played well. On offense we did most of the things we set out to do, and our defense reacted well to their gameplan.Q: Did you notice anything on film that allowed you to do so well against the Patriots when no one else

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1128535141926555312005-10-05T10:35:00.000-07:002005-10-05T10:59:56.436-07:00

In the past three days I've received these three noteworthy pieces of communication:1) An e-mail from a friend telling me she's engaged.2) An invitation to my friends' son's first birthday party.3) An invitation to another friend's co-ed baby shower.This on the heels of an 8-wedding summer. A message to all my friends: Fucking cut it out.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1127947156180217362005-09-28T15:34:00.000-07:002005-09-28T15:39:16.186-07:00

So let me get this straight. Per various Scott McLellan comments recently, "friends" of President Bush include:- the royal Saud family- Rafael Palmeiro- Tom DeLayStand-up group right there.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1127926370600433092005-09-28T09:49:00.000-07:002005-09-28T14:41:46.093-07:00

A college friend of mine would always tell us about this movie he saw where a guy is working on building a house. Except he builds a secret little room in the attic, unbeknownst to anybody else, and then when the house is finished he sneaks in and lives in the room, terrorizing the couple who live in the house proper. My friend could never remember the name of the movie, and we were all

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1127495461595554172005-09-23T09:59:00.000-07:002005-09-23T10:11:01.603-07:00

You know how people always say socialism is a good idea but not practical because of human nature? That doesn't stop people from promoting religious values.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1127430907391837992005-09-22T16:10:00.000-07:002005-09-22T16:18:00.016-07:00

So my recent quick ones post was full of errors. It was pointed out to me that the quote I included in the Pretty in Pink bit was actually from Sixteen Candles, and I realized I left out the "Gone" in the Uncle Tupelo album title (it is, therefore, really titled Still Feel Gone).Also, Jordin Tootoo is not 22 because veteran Greg Johnson wears 22 -- and veterans get first dibs. Though if I'm

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1127418356557209742005-09-22T12:14:00.000-07:002005-09-22T12:45:56.600-07:00

You know that horribly offensive joke that goes, "what do you call a woman with two black eyes?" I feel like Hurricane Rita is God's way of saying, "what did I just tell you?"On a related note, I'm bracing for two giant earthquakes to nail LA back-to-back, though I wonder who will work the benefit concert for us if all the actors and musicians fall in the holes in the ground.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1127250376415237242005-09-20T13:48:00.000-07:002005-09-20T14:06:16.423-07:00

1) Ian McShane was robbed of the Emmy.2) Kurt Vonnegut was recently on The Daily Show. He is looking very old.3) How is it possible that hockey player Jordin Tootoo does not wear #22?4) Krispy Kreme Pumpkin Spice donuts are almost here. Greatest food ever (even though Krispy Kreme is generally the most overrated donut ever. Let me open a Dunkin Donuts or Tim Horton's out here in LA. Man, I

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1126719885320600512005-09-14T10:21:00.000-07:002005-09-14T10:44:45.380-07:00

Everyone's favorite twins, Ashley and Mary-Kate Olsen, are now setting up Cole and Dylan Sprouse (you know, those kids who played Adam Sandler's kid in Big Daddy? No? Never saw it? Oh. Anyways...) as the male versions of themselves. No, not tiny little monkey-people, but as rulers of a 'tween (their word) empire with DVDs, clothing line, accessories, etc. Though I think they will have to

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1126312555142661772005-09-09T17:28:00.000-07:002005-09-09T17:35:55.146-07:00

I'm sitting in my room, just sort of staring at the wall when it dawns on me that I have some new CDs that have yet to be loaded onto my iPod. I pop them in the laptop and one after the other and load the songs into iTunes. I don't keep all my music on my computer so I have the iPod set up so I need to manually import the songs into it. So I do. But then I start playing around with the

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1126204155021584522005-09-08T11:27:00.000-07:002005-09-08T11:29:15.026-07:00

Went and saw the King Tut exhibit this past weekend. As we were waiting in line, they played "Walk Like an Egyptian" by the Bangles. I swear to God.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1126035267216665962005-09-06T12:01:00.000-07:002005-09-06T12:39:50.896-07:00

Can we please stop with the 9/11 comparisons? Please? Take, like, a five-minute break on that. "We need a Guiliani character. Someone strong."When the World Trade center building went down, it was horrible. A lot of people died. But it was a building. New Orleans -- hell, large chunks of Louisiana and Mississippi -- lost everything. The economy is destroyed. New York lost a building.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1125689073114247552005-09-02T11:46:00.000-07:002005-09-02T13:29:58.586-07:00

Because someone posted a comment with better nicknames than my original post. I need this for my ego. I skipped obvious ones like Shawn Bates "Motel" and Vernon Fiddler "On the Roof."Ramzi Abid "You Adieu"Tommy "Maybe She's Born With it, Maybe It's" AlbelinTony "3-card" Amonte (or, Tony "Count" Amonte "Christo")Jason "Ripley's Believe it" ArnottJonathan Cheechoo "Chong"Carlo "Caffiene Free Diet

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1125608569882505312005-09-01T14:01:00.000-07:002005-09-01T14:02:49.890-07:00

Burns! Ahhh....I'm stretchin my shin so muchOuchKeep it goin'AhhhForeverHarderOuchStill hurtsBut its a little btteerOther foot now...

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1125598588712413412005-09-01T10:56:00.000-07:002005-09-01T11:16:28.716-07:00

1) Michael "Pick A" Peca "Pickled Peppers"2) Jani Rita "Meter Maid"3) Sidney Crosby "Stills, Nash, and Young"4) Martin "Van" Biron5) Scott "My Balogna Has a First Name, it's N-I-E-D-E-R, My Balogna Has a Second Name, It's M-A-Y-E-R." (Also works for Rob Niedermayer)6) Patrick "I Will Not Drink" Marleau7) Marco Sturm "und Drang"8) Marty Turco "Bell"9) Brad Boyes, Brad Boyes "What'cha gonna do?

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1125108208163195752005-08-26T18:54:00.000-07:002005-08-26T19:03:28.170-07:00

This does not bode well. I'm trying to prepare for the big fantasy football draft I have tomorrow. It's been years since I've managed a fantasy team, and I was shocked to learn recently that LaDanian Tomlinson is generally regarded as the top fantasy points producer. I assumed quarterbacks were the way to go. But now I know running backs are good, which makes me feel good that I'm privy to

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1125098612990835562005-08-26T16:15:00.000-07:002005-08-26T16:33:27.566-07:00

I had a longer, better-written post on this, but what it all boils down to is this: I don't care about Natalee Halloway and I'm pissed off at Sidney Ponson for drinking and driving... again. The Orioles should dump Ponson, and the Aruban knight (literally) should use his knightly powers to solve the case as part of his probation just so:a) As an Orioles fan be done with Sidney Ponson;b) As

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1124839528603236082005-08-23T16:22:00.000-07:002005-08-23T16:25:28.610-07:00

I just called a friend's cell phone and instead of ringing, a woman's voice told me to "enjoy some music while they try and reach the party." And then "Guns of Brixton" by The Clash played. Eventually my friend's voicemail picked up.I don't know how to respond to this.

Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458221069462798940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250699.post-1124735378731120812005-08-22T11:04:00.000-07:002005-08-22T11:29:38.736-07:00

Some people made their own suggestions and took issue with some of my own reasons for loving baseball, so I will add:- Triples- Tim Wakefield. The delivery, the fluttering knuckleball, and his chill demeanor.Someone else mentioned the fact that ball parks are like America's cathedrals. Not being religious at all, I'd have to agree. I got the same feeling walking into Yankee Stadium for the

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