Samantha Bee is a role model.
I’ve been doing this thing recently where I listen to movies instead of watch them. Only movies...
Aguirre, The Wrath of God | Werner Herzog | 1972
Unfortunately I had to work on Sunday so couldn’t join Ali to go strawberry picking in Spandau. He stopped by the cafe on his way though, by which...
Pop a jaunty little bonnet on it.
No, allow ME to pop a jaunty little bonnet on your purview and ram it up your shitter with a lubricated horse cock!
Halloween Horrorshow 2: Night of the Living Dead (1968), George Romero, director.
Midnight showing at local theater… Unfortunately not a 35mm print, unfortunately only a mediocre DVD transfer, double unfortunately that the special guest, producer, Barabara’s brother Johnny, and Chairman of the Pittsburgh Film Office Russell Streiner admitted he could have provided a better copy but since his appearance was last minute it didn’t occur to him until too late.
Confession: while I am a long time fan of the zombie apocalypse genre, the general concept that movies like NotLD and books like I am Legend spearheaded… I don’t really like George Romero’s entries overall. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Dawn of the Dead, which is meant to be the best so I guess maybe I need to rewatch some things, but NotLD gets more wrong than right. I realize as far as these things go that for the time it was a B or Even C movie the pushed the boundaries of what the horror genre could be, and for a B picture was exceedingly timely and provocative as far as race and gender and the culture wars and for that I will always go back to it. But outside of all that, watching it is like watching Plan 9 or the original The Thing. So much about it just tugs at my strings to just let loose with a barrage of heckling and pithy comments. And I respect the ultimate silence of The Theater. Unless its Master Pancake or Cinematic Titanic or Rifftrax. Anyway, I am a unsurprisingly a bigger fan of the things that came after. Shaun of the Dead, the Omega Man, 28 Days Later, and so forth.
Let it be repeated: you dumb bruv :)
Shawn and I recently took a long trip back to Pittsburgh, a place that I still consider home in a lot of ways (and in a lot of ways not). This trip, possibly more than any other, brought up lots of thoughts and feelings about the concept of home.

But that shit’s boring. The trip was great. Saw a lot of friends (cue feelings of home), but didn’t get to see as many people as we hoped. The weather was perfect - beautiful true fall days with vibrant colors and crisp smells that only occur when you’re visiting and not actually living there. Even the gray and rainy day felt right. Spent time in Shadyside, Bloomfield, Polish Hill, Lawrenceville, the Strip District; neighborhoods filled with people and buildings that don’t seem to exist outside of Pittsburgh, but which are all feeling the changes that are setting in to the city.

Went to a picture-perfect wedding, where I hugged a heat lamp most of the night. After that sentence, it’s impossible to say anything that doesn’t sound sarcastic, but it was honestly a really lovely wedding.



Ate way too much, but got to visit some restaurants I’ve been missing (Coca Cafe, Tessaro’s, Udipi, Park Brugge) and check out some new ones. We took a trip out to Cecil, PA (about 30 minutes from Pgh) to The Golden Pig, a Korean home-cooking restaurant run by one amazing woman.

Was blown away by the Pittsburgh Public Market, which came in after we had already left. Also walked through the Italian festival in Bloomfield, where I ate both a meatball sub and raviolis (yes, raviolis, this is Pittsburgh). Took every chance I could to eat pierogies.

And took a trip out to coal country the following weekend, where we visited Shawn’s family, played some games, saw the seven dwarves (nieces and nephews), but also got to hear about Obama =(

Sometimes I don’t know if Austin is the place we’ll end up. There are so many great things about this place, but I’m still really drawn to the Northern/Eastern post-industrial cities. It’s the aesthetic I feel most comfortable in - the crumbly, generations-old buildings, the warehouses and manufacturing plants taking up valuable waterfront real estate, the real blue-collar foundations, a sense of real history. But fuck being cold all the time.

Agreed. Also, “tradge”. As in, “I didn’t get to tell PTA about my feels when I saw him. Tradge.”
I never thought that I would grow to love gray and rainy days. It makes such a difference, living in a place where gray and/or rainy is not the default. But when you live in a place where sunny and hot is the default, it’s a little like too much candy sometimes.
Things have been great lately, and that’s not just my post-Paul Thomas Anderson-encounter high that’s speaking.
We are getting a visitor.
I AM EXCITE
Very glad I caught the Southwest sale email on time today. :) Hope you guys have a great time, and don’t send him back all sugared up.
He’s going to come back like not knowing how to use utensils anymore, wearing a Ray Smuckles thong and all, and sporting a face tattoo.
uhhh there’s a Southwest sale going on today, in case anyone else wants to come visit Austin.
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Kima + Julie facetiming with Tim
Anyone who knows me IRL knows that I am the absolute worst on the phone. I have to tell new friends that if they ever call me, I’m not pissed at them, I am just very goal-oriented and want the call to end as soon as possible.
Which makes this pic even weirder =)