and then this dangle got all up in my rotisserie

The Power of Positive Thinking
I dropped my camera on a kitchen floor on Friday night, taking it out to show to Lisa F. It slid a short distance, popping the battery compartment open and sending the battery flying. I reassembled it and turned it back on: worked fine! Still snapped pictures and [...]

don’t get me wrong

Games People Play
I hadn’t seen Melissa and John in too long, so they obliged me for a drink at Drink, where Aaron served us a variety of historical cocktails. Mine were all whiskey-based; Melissa and John’s were primarily gin-oriented, if I’m not mistaken. We talked about Chicago and reminisced on the virtues of [...]

living the good life

Papers, Please
Neither of the last two times that I’ve been in a liquor store have I been carded. The law, as explained in the little plastic inserts over the “Take A Penny / Leave A Penny” trays, says that anyone under thirty could get carded. So I either look thirty, or look enough [...]

you’ll never know what it means, but you’ll know how it feels

Hey fans:
My next entry in Overthinking It’s Cargo Cult series reviews Streets of Fire, Walter Hill’s campy 1983 rock musical starring Diane Lane, Rick Moranis and Willem Dafoe. I post YouTube clips in the article containing every good song in the movie, so you’ll want to check it out.
People who’ve been asking when I’m [...]

drinking santana cham ’cause it’s so crisp

Saturday, after shooting under hot lights for eight hours, I did not trust myself behind the wheel of a car. As such, I couldn’t make it to Melissa and Fraley’s farewell party for Jon Walton. I did stumble to the end of my block and into the basement of Redbones, to say goodbye [...]

into the arms of america

You know you’ve been working too hard when you get more excited about the errands you’ll run on your day off than the parties you’ll attend. Which is how Friday started: running to the bank for quarters, starting a load of laundry, picking up fifty dollars in dry cleaning (one suit, three pants, two [...]

back with another one a’them block-rockin’ beats

I like ImprovBoston’s new space partly because of its key location (right in Central Square) and partly because of its awesome size. But I love it because of the bar. On any given Saturday when I have nothing else to do, I can show up at the IB bar and see at least [...]

oh, why can’t every day be like christmas?

I took part in the 48 Hour Film Project this weekend, this year for Red Light District Attorneys.
The 48 Hour Film Project always begins, for me, with a beer- and soda-fueled writer’s meeting at someone’s apartment that lasts until two in the morning. Fortunately I wasn’t writing this year, so I let Greg, Christine [...]

used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do so the little got more and more

Muse and the Marketplace isn’t all I did this weekend, though.
On Saturday, I saw Flat Earth Theatre put up 12 Angry Jurors at the Arsenal Center for the Arts. Afterward, Rachel V., Orit, Rachel’s MOSAIC co-star Josh and I had appetizers and beers at Donohue’s.
Orit: I’m trying to think of a way to work [...]

everybody, move your feet and feel united

Winter has taken a bitter toll on my car. Well, winter plus neglect.
Stopping at Target one morning before work, I noticed that my front license plate hung from my front bumper by one thin bolt. I bought the cereal that I came in for and, not finding a bolt in the hardware aisle [...]