Do you remember that scene in High Fidelity when Rob comes into Championship, limping? Dick and Barry are standing at the counter listening to the tape by Vince and Justin?
“Who is this,” Rob says.
“vince and Justin,” Dick says
“Who?” Rob asks.
“Those little skate fuckers,” Barry says.
“No way,” Rob says.
“Yes way. It’s really . . . It’s [...]

High Fidelity is gonna be a Broadway musical. i’m sure it will suck, but i still wanna see it. NY in December, anyone? (thanks UH)

i think i’ll be spending a goodly portion of this week stuck in 1994. i’m a little pissed that i left The Short Story that was So Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep at home. because much like the 21-year-old i was in April of 1994, i don’t want to be doing any of [...]

the song “favorite” by liz phair just came up on Kathleen Turner Overdrive. it’s a song where liz compares her boyfriend/lover to her favorite pair of underwear. and the singing of underwear reminded me of this morning, when i was getting dressed. as i put on a pair of red-satin jobbers, i thought of “high [...]

the cold continues to ravage my weakened body. if i had the energy and if the contagious co-worker were here, i’d still find the energy to kick his ass. and hard. but alas, he has to teach school today.
also i have listened to four different versions of Dead Flowers four times in a row. [...]

believe it or not, i’m not talking about masturbation. no instead i’m talking about my absolute brand-new favorite thing to do (and i say this like i do it all the time but i don’t (again not talking about masturabtion because i totally do that all the time), in fact i just discovered about 10 [...]

in John Irving’s Hotel New Hamsphire one of the characters kills herself by leaping out of an open window. it’s been nearly a dozen years since i’ve read Irving’s novel, but i think she kills herself because she has writer’s block or something. at least, that’s what i’ve decided. I might have to add Hotel [...]

like the sun my personality has been hidden behind clouds for most of the month of may. the insomnia has gotten the better part of me and i’m a washed out photo of my usually sunny self. i’ve turned to wilco & billy bragg for comfort. Mermaid Avenue is like my favorite sweater and a [...]

trade “high fidelity” quotes with me all day on IM. for instance:
how does an average guy like me become the number one lover-man in his postal district? he’s grumpy, he’s broke, he hangs out with the musical moron twins
or
when i came to, i found, to my surprise, that i had flunked out of school. [...]

i’m in the mood to be doted on today. sadly, there’s nobody to do the doting deed. so i’m just listening to elton john and trying to write press releases and hoping there’s a new dawson’s creek on tonight.
listening to elton john always makes me think of the scene in high fidelity where rob [...]

welcome to the first friday night of my vacation. please allow me to feel sorry for myself.
“you are using someone else’s poetry to express how you feel. . .”
i am watching high fidelity right now. i actually purchased it tonight. that brings the grand total of movies i own to 4. i am moving [...]