kids are growing up

peep this facebook interaction with a certain "forgotten" niece. is she jen's daughter, or what?

Xmas '09: A Photo Retrospective

A Holiday Classic

A Holiday Tune (Featuring David Cross!)

Happy Holidays

Best Xmas decoration ever. Supposedly the police asked the guy who hung this dummy to take it down.

Brilliant.

If you are looking to get into the holiday spirit, I highly recommend SketchySantas.com.

One classic shot after another.

Merry Holidays to all.

Order Has Been Restored

Empire State Of Mind
by KMFIS

The other night one of my professors mentioned the Yankees' World Series win and my natural reaction was to break into applause.

I was met with boos and hisses.

Hisses.

You'd have thought that I had just left a bound damsel on train tracks with a big coal powered locomotive barreling towards her.

It was great.

Mr. Show-Biz

Yes. The people in charge of R. Kelly's career thought it was a good idea to book an opening act whose name would serve as a reminder of their performer's alleged crime.

I suppose the act named Urine Shower was already booked.

And yes, the show will be taking place at the Wang Theatre when it bumps and grinds its way into Boston.

There is no way that this could possibly be unintentional. None.

The man is some kind of a perverted mastermind. He makes Rick James look like Mr. Rogers.

Step One

Check.

Damon Weaver is Kind of a Big Deal

You may remember him from his mid-campaign interview of Joe Biden.

Well, 11 year old Damon Weaver was invited to the White House to interview our (foreign-born?) President, Barack (Hussein!) Obama.



Ladies and gentlemen, you have seen the future of broadcasting, and it is Damon Weaver.

Louie

This man is a fixture here in town. He is well known all over, from one end of the city to the other.

The film reminds me of Ally's work.

Enjoy.

Louie from Brian Moore on Vimeo.

Happy Birthday, Ally!

[via]

And this time, these fireworks really are for you:

Hey, Paul

My Unsolicited TV Recommendation

Watch AMC's Breaking Bad.

It's a solid little show they've got running over there. The dad from Malcom in the Middle is believable as a chemistry teacher who's down on his luck. As most solid, character-driven dramas go, it really picks up steam in the second season, after the groundwork has been laid.

Also, the second season features the emergence of a new character that I hope is a mainstay as the series continues:


Yeah. That's right.

Bob Odenkirk as sleazy attorney Saul Goodman.

He is every bit as wonderful as you're imagining.

You can get season 1 through Netflix, if you use that fantastic service. Maybe you don't. Season 2 has yet to be released on DVD.

Take A Photo Field Trip! (With Me! To A Baseball Game!)

I journeyed a journey to Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox, yesterday with a few of my pals. We had a great time. I enjoyed it so much that I thought I'd share my experiences with you, the reader, using the technological format I like to call the Infomatic 2000. (You likely refer to it as being "a computer," but I'm pretty confident that my term will catch on. It is italicized, after all.)

Max and I got to the neighborhood a little early and walked around a bit. We found a new bar the Sox have built into the ballpark accessible from the street. The main feature is an open air view of the field. You are sitting at field level in the outfield, with only a metal grate between you and the warning track. It was a great find.

As we were walking in, Mariano Rivera jogged by. I almost had an accident. I wasn't prepared to be 10 feet away from the greatest relief pitcher in the history of the sport. I thought I was just going to get a burger and a beer. So I didn't get a picture of the guy. Sorry.

I promise that the photo portion of the field trip will begin shortly. If you click any of the images, a full-sized version will pop up.

I saw Joba Chamberlain tossing a ball over in right field. I had time to grab the camera.


Over in the opposite corner of the outfield, Andy Pettitte was doing some sprinting alongside the Green Monster.


It was a rainy afternoon, so there wasn't much action to see aside from that.

After meeting up with our friend Sean, we had a couple of beers and made our way to our seats. We had a nice view from the centerfield bleachers.

Mr. Rivera returned to the field to toss a few more. This time I had it together and managed to get one unblurred image of the man.

They removed the tarp from the field and the game got underway. It would end up being the second worst butchering in the area recently. (Second only to this. Wow.)

I took the following picture for Paul and Alicia. (You are welcome.)
This was for Jen.

When a game goes south, you need to find other ways of entertaining yourself. Against my better judgment, I ingested some ballpark pizza, which I believe to consist of cardboard, glue and rat feces. The security guard is giving me the stink eye. He knew what team I was rooting for.

Unless you've been to Fenway, you may not be aware that the crowd has taken to destroying singing the Neil Diamond song "Sweet Caroline" at every game for no apparent reason. And, as if they were determined to make it more annoying than it was, they decided to sing/shout "So Good! So Good! So Good!" in unison, repeatedly, even though it isn't in the song. If Neil Diamond wanted that in there, you can rest assured that Mr. Diamond would have put it there. He's Neil Diamond. Don't mess with his stuff, people.

In an effort to strike a blow against this awful practice, I took it upon myself to sing along with every song that came over the public address system. Loudly. And I was sure to scream "So Good! So Good! So Good!" randomly while doing so. Every time.

As the following picture shows, absolutely everyone around me enjoyed it thoroughly.

Boston has a reputation for being a moderately racist city. There is a history of less-than-ideal relations here. I noticed one remaining incidence of segregation. (See the following photo.)

Yes. I was bored. It was a one-sided game.

There was a guy (there's always one at every game, no matter where it is being played) who kept telling the crowd to start a wave. I kept shouting back that he didn't need to tell me how to enjoy a ballgame. This was the one time that the crowd seemed to be on my side. His efforts never bore fruit.

At one point, I was cursing Jose Veras. It happens. Pretty much every time he takes the mound. As Nick Green came up to bat, I had a bad feeling. I took a photo of Veras' stats on the scoreboard. Note the pitch count and ERA.

He made another pitch and I recorded the results.


It was one of those nights for the Yankees. Oh well.

We'll get 'em next time.

whip it good (nsfw)

well, no one has posted here in a while, and i figured this would be a good time to link to my pal wally's recent posts from this weekend's IML (international mister leather) weekend in chi-town.

a preview:

a real, true mangina.

click here and here for more photos and explanations. wally is the man.

Mmmm... Swine Flu...

ATTN: Ally

Click here to learn how to communicate with dead folks.

Have fun with that.

You've Got Dirt In My Android!

Hey, Your android is in my dirt!

Jaydiohead.

I've had one of the tracks for years, but I am eagerly waiting for the chance to listen to these.

Enjoy.

Scientists: Sisters Make People Happy

This is why science gets a bad reputation.

Supposedly, sisters make families happier, while brothers have the opposite effect.

Paul, did those refried beans make you happier? I know that as I was beaten with a teddy bear rocking chair when I was 3 years old I was smiling from ear to ear. I was ecstatic when my tiny, 5 year old hand was slammed in a door so hard that all of my fingernails fell off.

Maybe they were right after all...

I Am Speechless

[via Everything is Terrible]

Blagojevich in Saratoga Springs

Well... Disney's take on Saratoga, anyway.

Close enough for me.

I love the guy. He's the R. Kelly of politics. He doesn't possess anything resembling a conscience and he is never at a loss for a fantastically absurd quote.

Is it possible to run for President from behind bars?

What a waste it would be to have this guy locked up away from a camera and microphone.

I Love It When This Happens

This instance of unintentional humor and unfortunate ad juxtaposition was spotted in Boston's subway station. Ahhh, downtown crossing.

Sham-Whoa...

This just in, Ally's hero Vince Offer (pictured at right), who was thrust into the collective conscious of these United States via his ubiquitous Sham-Wow commercials, has been arrested.

Of all the things to be arrested for, Vince was pummeling a prostitute in a Miami hotel.

Classy.

Check out the mug shots. Wow indeed.

If we can't trust the people who yell at us on TV until we buy their crap, who can we trust?

Good News, Ally

It looks like your "volunteer work" can continue.

Congratulations.

how did i not know about this?!!???

i remember the extensive collection of cards, but i never knew about the movie!!



via this guy

as older brothers and huge influences on who i am and what i like today, y'all have failed me. REPENT!!

Strange Parallel

To make up for the previous post:


[EDIT: The original embedded video was removed from the source, but this is the same film, but at a lesser sound and visual quality.]

Your Weekend Soundtrack

Enjoy.

I Have A New Hero

Like all true heroes, this man showed up just when a people needed him most: in the midst of chaos.

With economic fears steadily climbing daily, a neighboring country apparently on the brink of a collapse, and two monsters that refuse to die re-emerging we needed someone to look up to and believe in.

He doesn't need a cape, he has his Coors Light sweatshirt. And like all heroes, he has principles that separate him from everyone else. In fact, this separation is exactly what has gained him his new hero status.

You see, he claims that he cannot be charged with driving while intoxicated because he is a "sovereign man." He "lives within [him]self" and not Pennsylvania. The rules and laws therefore do not apply to him.

Brilliant.

Meet Scott A. Witmer.

[Unfortunately, there was no mugshot available, but I did a google search for "my hero" and the picture above is essentially what I would imagine him to look like, if he were a horse.]

my review of zak snyder's 'watchmen'

i hadta take that photo with my foot!

i'm way too tired to tell you everything that was wrong with it.

here's what was right: the comedian.

drive-by posting

Required Saturday Morning Viewing! Coming Soon!



also, this just in ... Radiohead continues to kick ass, THIS time at the expense of Mily Cyrus *AND* her busted teeth.

This Just In

A couple of devotees were just handed a book deal simply for inventing an artery clogging recipe.

Hmph.

Returning the F(l)avor

Ally, your post about the demise of bacon was almost as cute as it was completely and totally premature.

I have company in thinking so.

Top that.

stealin' some thunder (thighs)

your post was really cute, jeff.

but this dude lives in my hood.

who's bad now?!

help!

can anyone explain to me why the word "caterwauling" is sometimes on repeat in my head? furthermore, can you explain why i think of paul mccartney during these confusing times?

sorry jeff

your passion is passe

My Neighborhood

Dorchester has a reputation for being a rough neighborhood. Personally, aside from a few blocks, I feel that it is a safe place; full of character and characters. Sometimes you need to blame the "victim" and not the criminal.

Here is an actual headline:

"Victim says 10-year-old with a knife robbed him"

Seriously? You can't stop a ten year old punk from robbing you? Take the knife. Push the li'l punk to the ground.

Nope.

The guy was completely helpless.

How could he possibly overpower the intimidating and threatening fourth or fifth grader?



Scary, right?

Future Governor of Alaska

UPDATE: If this is the best the government can do to share the wealth, this kid has nothing to worry about.

jeff?!!??

i just discovered this blog.

this dude, named josh, looks like someone in our clan, no?

photo via

one of my crazies

poobah, remember when we were on the phone the other night and i was interrupted by a 50-year-old autistic man asking for free stuff?

this is him. david's the name. he comes in and asks for free cupcakes or brownies or cookies and then he falls asleep on the table, like so:



tonight is almost unbearable. i wish i could snooze like david.

here's a blog post our friend wally wrote about david and an interaction my homie jeff had with him. i don't like "penny farthing" so ignore the niceties he spews.