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Blogging by Candlelight

Posting an entry that I wrote by hand and by candlelight during the East Village power outage thanks to Hurricane Sandy. I later found out that a transformer exploded. The point is, I went old school for this one: Pen. Paper. Candlelight.

This Monday at approximately 7:45 pm EST, I lost power. As a coincidence, my phone lost service at the same time. And of course, by "coincidence", I mean "typical benefit of being an AT&T customer".

As ANOTHER coincidence, I was in the middle of watching last Sunday's The Walking Dead. Why is this is coincidence? Because they don't have any power on that show. Except for Rick Grimes. He has lotz of power right ladyz jk he is NOT doing well morally. Seriously though, they have no electricity.

So, as I am writing this by candlelight, I can't help but think about what lies ahead in the coming days of New York City. Will it be a river city like Venice? Will it be overrun by animals from the NY Aquarium? Will it be a de…

Oh Please Say You Won't Stay, Oh Sandy

She's here. Hurricane Sandy is here to help sell flashlights and destroy homes. And she's all done helping to sell flashlights. Some descriptions of Sandy I've heard and/or made up:

"Storm of the Century"
"The Perfect Storm"
"Bodhi's Dream Girl"
"The Reckoning Thanks To Here Comes Honey Boo Boo"
"Ace Hardware's Economic Stimulus Package"

East Coasters have been advised to either prepare or to evacuate. Mayor Bloomberg has been urging NYCers to stock up on supplies.

My supply list:

WaterFlashlightBatteriesReading lightWhiskeyFig NewtonsA Snuggie fort (filled with more Fig Newtons)
I feel so awful for those with the same names as hurricanes. If Hurricane Sandy destroyed your home, could you ever date someone named Sandy while knowing how destructive and devastating a storm with the same name was? You'd have to have a pretty wicked Bad Boy Complex that rivals some girls from my high school.

Back to more pressing mat…

Buggin' Out

"Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs ruin your life for two weeks while you pack up all of your stuff and wash everything you own, trying to isolate the 10 ft x 10 ft apartment you squeeze into in New York City."  - Peter Venkmen, from my fan fiction and/or dreams in which we are BFFs New York City has a bed bug issue. This isn't new news. Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot you can do to prevent an infestation. You can protect your things with covers, but you never know when someone is going to bring them into your home, your tiny tiny New York home.

My biggest fears (in order):
heightsMerriam-Webster recognizing "YOLO"NBC canceling Communityunavoidable back hairbed bugs Recently, my roommate discovered bed bugs in her room. Bed bugs (aka Bed Buddyz) live in fabrics, normally bedding. They hang out near your headboard and come out at night to drink your blood which seems like a steamy Stephanie Meyer romance novel in the making.


Fashionista Shmashionista

This morning, I got to work with a fresh haircut from the weekend. I was feeling great.

I was feeling great until I looked in the mirror and realized my sideburns were uneven by about an inch. Oh God. What do I do? Do I run to the Duane Reade down the street and get a razor? Do I walk the 10 minutes home to fix it? Then I realized that I didn't really care. I'd deal with it when I got home.

I understand it's my appearance. But I also understand that unless I point it out, no one is going to notice. I'm not going to be the person that gets complimented on my shirt, but then points out that I have the remnants of BBQ sauce stains down the front, sides, and back.

Now, I am a self proclaimed expert in a lot of fields: Wilco discography, green tea flavors, and seduction by way of Star Wars references to name a few.

Some things I am a self proclaimed non-expert in are fashion and overall appearance.

It's not that I don't care what I look like. I care, but my prioriti…


The great Paula Cole once reflected, "Where is my lonely ranger? Where have all the cowboys gone?"

Don't worry. I'm right here. I haven't gone anywhere. The posts have slowed down a bit, but with good reason. I was starting a Tumblr. Hahahahahahahahahahaha Tumblr has been around for awhile, you guys.

"Hey Chris, 2007 called."
"Yeah, what did it say?"
"It said it was just calling to say hi. And also, it wants your technology choices back. Also, your haircut."

So now I have two websites. I will still update this blog regularly with my musings on whatever I am thinking regardless of public interest. I've set a precedent and I am a man of principle.

This new blog was inspired by fantasy football. Every day, my friends and I come up with different nicknames for players. One of my friends even said it's almost the main reason he plays - just to come up with names. The Tumblr is a collection of these names and the pictures that come…

Review: A Song of Fire and Ice (through three)

After receiving really great feedback regarding my "Hunger Games" review, I have decided to also review the A Song of Fire and Ice series (known to most as Game of Thrones). I've only read the first three books, but I think over 3,000 pages into a series warrants a chance to publicly reflect.

So here is my review of George R. R. Martin's series through A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, and A Storm of Swords:

The books are really good. Like really good.

Thank you for your time,

Storm King

To my real friends, Storm King is my self appointed nickname during my Throne Thursday dinner parties (my sigil is a blue crest with a skewered chicken tender and a couch).

To the general public, Storm King is a 500 acre open air museum in Mountainville, New York, approximately an hour north of NYC.

Storm King is a beautifully landscaped sight to behold. We're still talking about me, right?

The real Storm King is a wide open grassy, hilly, and forested landscape with huge pieces of modern art (strategically?) placed throughout. This past weekend, I visited with a few friends.

Modern art isn't really my thing. Art really isn't my thing. But I do enjoy art. I don't even know if "appreciate" is the right word. I appreciate the amount of time spent on a project, but my mind can't process what makes art good or bad. For example, take the large pieces of metal off in the distance in the above picture. I enjoyed seeing those, but I refuse to believe it took a de…