Today marks the seventh anniversary of this Web site, iwilldare.com. I wish I could say something pithy and provocative about blogging or the Internet after having been in the game for so long, but Alison said it beautifully a few weeks ago.
I miss the Internet from 2001 too. It seemed like a friendlier place. [...]

February 2007
01: Slow-talking theologian; always ask yourself, ‘where is the pigboy?’
02: 6 things that would increase my datability; Great River Review
05: Add ‘The Engine Driver’ by The Decemberists to I Write teh Book playlist
06: What was I thinking?
07: Eurydice, iPod fairy
14: Batman blows, but you don’t; pour some sugar on me, no seriously
15: Your Irish [...]

As many people know, I love my Upper Class (formerly Keepin’ Tabs) notebook/calendar more than I love most people. I use it to write down more than just my work crap, I write down books to read, things to write about, things people say/wore/looked like in my writing classes, and just random events that seem [...]

Friday night, instead of stewing in the sea of discontent, I went over to BFK’s to celebrate her hubby’s birthday and form a new addiction.
I’m a little late to the Guitar Hero phenomenon, however I plan on making up for lost time. Because this game is the best thing that ever happened to video games. [...]

Somebody’s Mother. Go read it. It’s good.

It seems that the only thing I can do lately is listen to Prince, Otis Redding, Stevie Wonder, or The Replacements’ “Tim” on repeat. That’s all I am capable of. I can’t read, I certainly can’t write, I can’t concentrate, and about the only thing I can do while listening to the music is howl [...]

Tonight I was digging around on Amazon, looking for some stuff on a piece for Paul Westerberg.net, when I came across this. Apparently the Barefucking Naked Ladies are fans of Paul Westerberg too. They are ruining everything.

Peabo talks about that which I am too afraid to talk about.

OH MY GOD. I am so angry and so frustrated. I’ve had the worst day. A day so rotten and intolerable that not even new shoes and 3 episodes of Dawson’s Creek have helped.
I’ve written about my rage-inducing incident about 39 times, hoping it would make me feel better. But I am still angry. I’ve [...]

Vincent’s Van Go. Nice.

I’m on the verge of becoming one of those people who apologize for not writing and bitch about having nothing to say. Yeah, I hate those people.
But instead of that, I will tell you about how I scared the shit out of myself last night. I was stumbling up to bed at about 11:30, [...]

Minneapolis Fucking Rocks has two tracks from Tegan and Sara’s “The Con” (which will be released tomorrow).

Reveille has a Q&A with Jim Walsh about the ‘mats book coming out in November.

“Hi, what are you doing?”
“Writing.”
“Go figure. That’s all you do, write and read.”
“Well I am a writer.”
“You need to have more fun.”
“Does this call have a purpose or are you just calling to rip on me?”
The call did have a purpose. I am babysitting the kidling posse tonight. Despite what it might seem, I am [...]

So I just bought a ticket to The New Pornographers’ October 16th show at First Ave, anyone else going?