Archive for December, 2003


faked by Monday, December 22nd, 2003

I can’t honestly tell you that I remember the first time I met Gene Clark (or, as his name has internet-degraded over the years, “gclark,” which I sometimes say in my head as “jeh-clark”). I’m sure it was at the radio station in Starkville.

A lot of you have probably never met him, so I’m going to describe him. Have you ever seen His Girl Friday, where Cary Grant talks all big-city newspaper tough like a machine-gun spitting out bullets? Gene talks like that. Not like NYC-style, but Arkansas, and fast.

i’m going to sleep, and i’m going there alone.

faked by Sunday, December 21st, 2003

Today I discovered two things: first, watching Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers back-to-back—that’s three-hundred-and-fifty-seven minutes, if you’re counting out there, six hours—will leave you weary but happy, like a too-long massage.

Second, I think that I’m lactose intolerant. Dammit.

gorjus thee gadfly.

faked by Wednesday, December 17th, 2003

Favorite exchange of the day:

I told you about the bread that Wyatt & SC sent me—well, they sent some to a bunch of friends. Some are thankful, but still weird.

Dear Wyatt & SC,

Thanks so much for sending me that gift. The thought was really nice. but, you know i don’t eat bread, right?



chalk in the back of my throat.

faked by Monday, December 15th, 2003

Let me tell you, dead sober and scared so bad I can barely sleep, that law school final exams are not cool. Not cool at all. I want to give my up-nawth Senor Queso a hearty “godspeed” and hope he comes out only partially scathed in this coming week’s gladitorial conflicts.

oh, my achin’ neck.

faked by Friday, December 12th, 2003

Finals. The bane of any school, the horror of law school—but I’m halfway through and feel alright. If I can just not get drunk tonight . . . okay, that’s ridiculous. I’m getting wasted and watching teevee at the O’Steen Palace, who is graciously lending me her couch, since I’m having a houseguest for a few days.

don’t dance with the devil.

faked by Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003

Giddy with Croom-fever, I’ve still been watching the Kindercore meltdown, which has resulted in Dan & Ryan (the good guys) filing a lawsuit. Pitchfork has been covering the matter with its usual caustic (and hilarious) tone.

Still, I’m too much of a nerd to let that “promissory estoppel” joke run by.

“a done deal”?

faked by Monday, December 1st, 2003

The Clarion-Ledger is reporting that we may hear this morning if Sly Croom will come to Mississippi State.

Please, please, please!