May 2009
wherein peabs breaks down his tuesday evening and...
soundtrack: a shitload of Radiohead
combined distance: 12.19 miles.
wednesday morning coffee.
is it just me or is tumblarity the equivalent to the recent Facebook redesign? it’s a polarizing thing, this number to the right of my feed. somedays I could care less about its steady decline (after all, I not one of those “fuck yeah” blogs), others I feel somewhat inadequate (it was once over 100! I don’t post for an entire weekend and now it’s at 41?!?!). for...
tuesday morning coffee.
ahhhh, the dreaded return from the holiday. believe you me, yours truly had a difficult time getting out of bed this morning. normally it’s not so difficult; I’m actually rather spry and look forward to tackling (and finishing) my day as soon as possible. but never, NEVER when coming back from a long weekend.
silver lining? it’s a short week.
I trust everyone had a lovely...
“His jaw’s been broken, his bandage is wrapped too tight. His fangs have...”
– Tweedy/Bennett.
R.I.P. Jay Bennett. →
I’ve strayed away from posting on the weekends as of late, but this garnered immediate attention. I’m still in a bit of shock from this, so I suppose I’ll go into further depth regarding my thoughts/feelings/emotions on this terrible loss in the very near future.
Wilco was a huge part of my life throughout my blurry, transformative 20’s (not to mention now) that I...
friday morning coffee.
oh glorious day! I’ve come to the decision that I’ve been bitter and jaded far too much as of late. so in order to make up for lost time, yours fucking truly has decided to combine all of the things I love and achieve complete sensory overload; so much so there will be a constant stream of hot jazz exploding from my gargantuan rod onto your smiling faces.
first off, seven to twelve...
“I want more money. I want a Miata. I want a trip to Disney World. I want X-Man...”
– Ian Restil
my grandpa's up to no good again. →
thursday morning coffee.
I have been a slave to the ad game for the better part of a decade, most specifically on the interactive side. and because digital advertising and marketing (as well as the technology that supports it) is progressing at an alarming speed, I tend to hear a variety of catch phrases and buzz words on a daily basis. this is both a good and bad thing. actually, let’s not kid ourselves;...
“Matthew and Marquette Gyros are now friends.”
– my Facebook page.
wherein peabs breaks down his wednesday morning...
soundtrack: The Bends by Radiohead
distance: 5.28 miles.
wednesday morning coffee.
t’was a great night to be a Detroit sports fan (or Detroiter, for that matter). and while many around the water cooler will be talking about the Red Wings overtime victory in game two of the Western Conference Finals, the real story last night was Dontrelle Willis.
needless to say, Dontrelle’s had a pretty rough road since joining the Tigers; the inconsistencies and anxiety,...
work in progress.
T’was as though scientists – feral in the creation of their everyday elixirs – had concocted an intelligence anecdote.
He could feel his acumen increasing with each step;
From Bobby’s shiny red sports car (a neighborhood dichotomy),
Slowly up the symmetrically paved walkway (robotic in its bland perfection),
Across the meticulous amber garden (a paint-by-numbers real-life portrait).
So much was...
the ladies of Heat.
from l. to r.: Prozac-popping stoner mom, Parsons graduate, Adultress with great ass.
Watchthe happiest of anniversaries to America’s favorite family.
wherein peabs breaks down his Tuesday morning...
soundtrack: Hail To The Thief by Radiohead
distance: 7.55 miles.
tuesday morning coffee.
most everyone I talk to seems to love How I Met Your Mother. and while yours truly thinks it’s okay, it wasn’t until last night why I hadn’t been able to get into it as much as my compadres: the laugh track.
sit-coms need to do away with the laugh track altogether. for one, I don’t need to be told when to laugh (or applaud, for that matter). and two, most of the...
monday morning coffee.
sick wife + a Saturday afternoon with infants/toddlers = soon-to-be sick Peabs.
this morning I awoke with a scratchy throat and did something I hadn’t done in years: immediately hit the snooze button. I suppose the gym can wait until after work, provided I make it that long.
until then, I hope you enjoy my DayQuil-induced mania as the day progresses.
good morning.
wherein peabs breaks down his friday morning...
soundtrack: Live at Coachella 2006 by Daft Punk
distance: 6.15 miles.
friday morning coffee.
oh you rascally Red Wings. giving me heartattacks and whatnot. err, maybe that was the meth. either way, bring on the ‘Hawks!!!!!!
good morning!
p.s. I’m not wearing any underwear. or pants. in fact, all I am wearing is a diamond-crusted cockring. yummy.
thursday morning coffee.
like many of my friends and lovers, I obsessively watched Sportscenter throughout college; sometimes all day, certainly everyday. hungover and/or stoned on our filthy couch, my roommates and I would watch the same half-hour episode over and over again until it was time to skip go to class. it was one of those few collegiate rites of passage that carried on to the “real world.”
...
appreciation: futura.
obvs.
obvs observations.
editing. editing. editing. on my mind (besides the aforementioned editing):
- predicted line for Dontrelle Willis tonight: 3.1 IP, 5 ER, 2 K, 198 BB
- that said: Tigers 7, Twins 6
- fucking A I hope the Lost season finale is good.
- that said: it won’t be.
- my loaner laptop does not have the software necessary (StuffIt, to be exact) to extract compressed files.
- that said: I...
wednesday morning coffee.
I’m not recognized in public nearly as much as when I ran for President in 2004. it’s not so much that I am trying to keep a low profile, it’s just that I’m so fucking fascinating and handsome that many of my adoring fans are intimidated by my presence.
rightfully so.
all masturbation aside, I was approached by a brave soul the other day whilst picking up my boner pills...
wherein peabs breaks down his Tuesday morning...
soundtrack: a continuous loop of Totally Krossed Out by Kris Kross
distance: I’m still going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-29 from yesterday.
YES
YES
YES
