Cool, maybe I will go. I hear he has class A stage patter, which I am a fan of.
If you’ve got time to spare and a printer at work, it’s worth reading his September 2001 tour diary (and his other ‘my day’ diaries too).
hey chicago! yr airport is very clean, but i wish i could internet in it for free.
also i could really go for a cigarette.
Internet personality Jon Williams called me from O’Hare last night.
i don’t have yr number ;_;
I heard a really annoying solo (free jazz) sax piece on the way to work. It was like someone going “heyheyheyheyguesswhatguesswhatguesswhatheyheyguessguesswhat” and then screaming in your ear. I kept listening to it because it wasn’t talk radio.
And THAT’S why it’s a good thing that Chicago Public Radio made the decision to change their format.
Or wait. Maybe it wouldn’t be a good thing for you, considering that you kept listening.
Chicago Public Radio never plays free jazz.
I wouldn’t know. That wasn’t my point.
I misread what Jordan was saying anyway, so my point didn’t make sense.
also i could really go for a cigarette.
i always ask the cops at the end of the security line how long they think the wait is, they’re usually pretty accurate. if it’s a short enough wait, and i need one bad enough, i’ll go out and then go through security again.
Remember what Bill Pullman on Lost Highway played? Was that free jazz?
hi dere i am in england.
curry + beerz + family = best ever
Sad day today: I am disconnecting my cable. I just don’t watch TV when I’m living alone, but I’m still going to miss a couple of shows that I would DVR.
Hey. Where is SArah?
haven’t had cable in close to 2 years. you’ll miss it more than you think.
I don’t miss it. It’s nice to catch the Daily Show at the gym once in awhile though.
My history with cable, beginning in 2000
2000–2001: got digital cable (was sort of living with a sig. other), enjoyed it.
2002: moved, broke up with S.O. New house had cable still running. Hardly watched it at all ever.
2003: Ice storm knocks down cable. Jesse hauls out ladder and reconnects cable (while wearing yellow Playtex gloves to protect me from the power lines)—still doesn’t watch it.
2003-early 2006: No cable.
20006: Get cable in early spring. Go to New Orleans. Kenan watches cable for me. Return from NO, live with Courtney, watch cable. Courtney leaves, I stop watching TV again.
TV is a social activity for me.
I can watch Lost and Daily Show online. That’s all I really need. Except for Big Style Small Spaces or whatever it’s called. I fucking love that show.
I had free cable all through college (either in the dorms or at my apartment, where my roommates’ cancelled it when I mooved in but it just kept coming) and it ruined me for paying for it.
I read that RF tour diary, pretty good stuff.
“Why, even if he had, would the sound still have sucked? Why are the rooms we’re playing so ill-suited to our show? Why don’t they have mikes? Why can’t anybody do anything?” I’m harshing everyone’s post-show mellow. “Tell me something. You have a group like the Waco Brothers. They do one thing, and it’s loud. They don’t accommodate the rooms the way we do, turning themselves into a folk act for a folkie room, changing to a bar band in a bar, doing old-folks music when they’re booked in bingo tents. What the hell do they do when they get booked in places like we’ve been playing?”
“They do what they do then they never return,” says Lorne. “Nobody changes their show night by night the way we do.”
Too true.
I have an Arrested Dev. question.
Remember the episode where GOB is going around talking about the price of his suit? And he tells Michael that he doesn’t want kids getting their sticky fingers on his $3000 pants? Michael responds, “Oh, you think they’ll go right for the pants, huh?” While I think GOB’s response is hilarious, I don’t get why he spazzes out.
Watch here. http://gobspeechless.ytmnd.com/
I’m bored. I should be cleaning. I’m drinking tea again b/c I’m out of Diet Coke. Bleh.
I haven’t seen that episode yet, although I did finish Season 1 last night.
Sarah is here in DC, but she has been staying at her sister’s place with the rest of her family and has most likely been too busy to even think about ILX. But this evening she will be coming to stay at my parents’ place with me for the rest of the week.
Thanks for checking on los gatos, John.
I think Gob in that episode is just supposed to be generally power-crazy? COME ON.
I cleaned like mad this morning. Went over the living room rug with one of those tape roller things, and it took like 12 sheets to get all the cat hair off of it. Shaking it out does not remove cat hair. Then I rolled up the rug and swept and mopped the whole apartment. Then I cleaned the bathtub. Then I dusted. Then I opened the windows to get the smoky smell out. Then I febreezed. Then I showered. I am a new man.
Remaining problem: cat hair on the bed spread. I’ll deal with that shit later.
Next up: watch another episode or two of News Radio, then get back to the freelance work that I’ve been massively procrastinating on.
In fact, I think the reason I did so much cleaning was to avoid doing real brain work. It works like that a lot.
Cleaning is always a good way to get out of real work. BUT browsing the internet is a good way to get out of cleaning, though it does remind you that you’re supposed to be doing real work in a way that cleaning does not.
xpost— I know he’s supposed to be power hungry, but I just wondered what he was going to say. “Should” what?
I’ve reached a point of feeling powerless to clean. Perhaps if I changed out of my bathrobe into shorts and put on some flip-flops instead of going barefoot....
You know what? The 3-prong outlets in my house—of which there are only 3—are actually not grounded! I pulled out the Playtex gloves again and did a little electritioning and was saddened to find that the grounding screw has nothing attached to it.
Dude. The suckiness of the wiring in your apartment never ends.
Hey, when do Jeff and Jenny get back?
No, it only lives on through my rewiring.
xpst— tonight.
I have found that the easiest way to clean cat hair off of cloth, such as rugs and couches, is with a slightly damp sponge, especially one with a rough Brillo side. The problem is you have to keep rinsing the cat hair off the sponge.
Nick — I never thought of using a sponge. I happen to have a bunch of them around. With a rough side. I’ll try that. Yer teh best housewife ever.
I will try that too. I’ve tried lint rolling, vacuuming, etc.
I just got a weird phone call. Monique from the office, who nobody really likes anyway except for our old pervert boss, who only likes her because she’s a tall blonde with fake tits. Anyway, she a total dizzy dingbat, and she called me and said “Hey, Kenan! You wanna come to the office tomorrow and help me move boxes?!” She was loud, in some kind of bar, and clearly drunk. I said, “Um... I’m not really in the mood to move boxes. What’s the angle?” She said, “Well, I can’t find any guys to move things for me this week.” I said, “That’s because we’re all on vacation.” She stuttered a little as she said, “Wait, this isn’t Joe?” “No, it’s not Joe.” Honey, you called me by my name. You knew exactly who you were trying to sucker into this shit work. I said, “That’s a good idea, though. You call Joe. He’s big and strong.”
Weird. This can’t be company sanctioned behavior.
it’s drunk behavior, bro.
ps—they’ve broken out the irish music. jaysus.
It’s obviously drunken behavior, but even then, it’s weird. It’s like, nobody really likes you. You want people to help you make? Make some friends first.
people to help you MOVE, i meant
otherwise, it sounds like she needs potty training.
hey, i’m meeting jon for beers at tuman’s around 5:30 if anyone wants to come out to the ukie village. nick, sarah, great timing on leaving town, we’ll be like four blocks from your house.
TT @ T(uman’s)? I might get into town too late :( Somebody txt me and let me know what’s up.
dan, we’re here now. me, jon, kenan, txt me when you get in.
Evan: Death by jig!
Kev, I misunderstood due to reading too fast, I thought you were talking about tomorrow.
Let me know if anything’s happening then, I guess!
danno, txt received. i’m drunk. i don’t think kenan or jon are.
fuckin’ amateurs
Jesse is an old fuddy duddy.
We’re home.
Hi, Home!
I am so sorry, bad jokes are all the energy I have tonight.
HELLO. I missed you all. I still want to go out for TT tomorrow! Anywhere! I don’t work so I am not limited by geography or work clothes. I can’t read six days worth of ILX messages so if you hockey pucks want to go out tomorrow, say so!
My parents have a dedicated mini ice maker machine just for their bar area. I miss it so much!!!
Fuddy duddy?
I have a bruise on my forearm the size of a half-dollar, it’s been there since Sunday morning. What happened? I never got totally wasted.
The apartment is pretty fucking clean. I did more spackling. AND I caulked my leaky shoe. Would that I could maintain cleanliness; alas I am a man of extremes and this is a long-running trait.
By the way—flip-flops and shorts are way way better for cleaning than a bathrobe.
Really, why did you call me a fuddy duddy of all things???
Kitty is fabulous. Kitty sleeps in a Far Niente box.
So I hung out with JW tonight, and he’s just about the nicest guy in the world. I mean, not to lay it on too thick or anything. He’s ok, though.
The only strange point I guess was when I started making bald jokes and Kevin started kicking me under the table. Yeah, it’s tacky. But come on. He once basically called me the worst human being in the world. A bald joke or two ain’t gonna kill him.
We took a cab home together. We’re all good. Until next year.
Also, I made the mistake of talking computers with him. He... well... ouch... he just knows way more than me about this. He was so nice about it, but I knew I was getting pwned, little by little, minute by minute.
So the final score is:
John Williams: bald.
Kenan Hebert: not earning near as much per year as John Williams.
He’s bald?
I didn’t expect to make it beyond Best Buy and then dinner, but Courtney and I ate at Dunl@y’s on Clark (yuuummmmy grilled veggies the Killer Wild Rice) and returned to BB where beer greased the wheels of her credit card and we got her a wireless router and an external hard drive and then we went to Mikey’s on Broadway (see Wine Markups thread for interesting photo of their BYOMeat advertisement).
Anyway, I’m sorry that I didn’t make it tonight.
Why would JW make himself seem like such a douche online if he actually is not worthless in person?
Tonight’s 90’s Youtube pick: Spacehog!!
Why would JW make himself seem like such a douche online if he actually is not worthless in person?
See: certain other people you know.
Q: Why would JW make himself seem like such a douche online if he actually is not worthless in person?
A: Baldness?
that is an xpost.
Internalized baldness?
Kenan—today in my cleaning spree, nay — BENDER — I found so many of your things. Let’s get together, tour your apartment and give you back your stuff. It’s taking up 1/3 of my sectional.
ok
ily
tomorrow?
ily tomorrow.
Actually, no. I work the double tomorrow. And Friday. I’m off Saturday. Let’s try to arrange some FUNZONE (usage?) for Saturday when I’m off.
WTF: I just found out tonight that Courtney is in NC 2 weekends in a row.
Saturday is perfect.
I was on the bus tonight next to 2 aging gay men whose conversation about the good old gay days in Chicago was enough to make me pause my iPod. “Awww...Man’s Country...I remember when Charlie opened that place up—I was the 2nd man in line—well, actually probably 10th, but still. We should go to Man’s Country and take the steam again.”
BELLS BEER COSTS 3 AMERICAN DOLLARS FOR A 22 OZ GLASS HERE WTF IS UP WITH CHICAGO BEER PRICEZ
I will try to get to TT tomorrow (Old Timer’s??), when will you guys be there? Send me txts.
xpost HI JESSE
I think I have ranted about UP beer prices vs. Chicago beer prices before, so that’s old news. But seriously: Winter White. Big glasses. Three bones. What a great deal!
No Bells here at all anymore, doncha know, eh.
You know what is kind of surpising(and maybe a part of the post-911 US)? Grocery stores in (L.P.) Michigan have started posting signs saying that they will not accept Canadian coins. What kind of bullshit is that? Everything up to 99¢ Canadian was always OK in my growing-up years. When I moved to NC and they refused my QE2 coins I was pissed.
No Bells here at all anymore, doncha know, eh.
Waaah, chriiist eh?
I was telling some Kalamazooers that story tonight and they didn’t believe me!
I love the exchange upthread where Jesse types “ily” and I pretend that it means something.
Good morning, Chicago. I love this city.
Hey. Sorry I couldn’t come out with you guys last night. I’ve had a really rough week: family drama over the holidays and then me making myself anxious for no good reason over the last couple days. So meeting someone new wasn’t high up on my list of priorities, although I’d like to see Jon before he leaves town.
I ended up at Simon’s last night, where the glögg was not as good as I remembered it (or perhaps just not as good, or strong, as the glögg we get at work), but I was able to relax a bit. This morning I’m feeling jittery again, though. Fuck.
I don’t get glogg.
Mulled wine when it’s cold out... I get that. I make that at home, over a warm stove. Glogg is too commercial.
;)
Does John Williams want to come to TT? Do we want to have TT at Old Timer’s, just for shits and giggles? Does John C. want to come to TT? Does he want to have it at Old Timer’s?
Kitty sleeps in a Far Niente box.
Classy!
May be able to make it to TTs Tnight.
Is that really your cat, Jesse? Are you sure it is not plush?
ily
Conversation I walked into in the coffee shop, between and old regular and the long-haired/mutton-chopped baristas:
Old guy: Gerald Ford! Gerald Ford! He was a giant! Giant!
Barista (to other barista): I thought he was talking about the guy from Princess Bride, you know, Andre.
Yay Eric! I will call you later.
Hey, someone pick up the new Reader that should come out today and see if the FF feature is in there (I don’t know why it wouldn’t be, but it probably won’t be online until tomorrow, so I won’t get to read it until then).
I can’t come to TT tonight: I have band practice. :(
Also, because I’m a pedant, no “h” in Jon Williams’s name.
Yeah, I knew that 30 seconds after i typed it. No sense in correcting it, though.
Oh yeah, I wouldn’t have even said anything had Jenny not repeated it.
Lookit:
Why did people put hay and fingers on gravestones in the olden days? I used to walk past that graveyard on the way to elementary school and I finally made it back there to take some pictures when we were visiting for Christmas.
Picked up a copy of the Reader at lunch. Holy cats, that’s a fine (and sizeable!) article about the FFs.
(Kendrick wrote a blurb about C-n-st-a, too!)
Holy cats, that’s a fine (and sizeable!) article about the FFs.
That’s sweet. I remembered Nick mentioning something about an article in the Reader so I was checking for it last weekend when I was in town.
Great photos, too.
C-n-st-a
I don’t know what word I was trying to obfuscate here.