Hicks Street

Here's the cat I prepare scrambled eggs, vienna sausages, and dallops of yogurt for.

Cosmo has started to be half-friendly to me, and now only hisses sometimes. We're doing okay. Loft-sit 2k8 is going pretty well: we cook, eat, play cards, pretend to grill, watch Godard, and get asked if we killed the people who live there. The bad news is, I've quit sleeping and am pretty grumpy about it.

mail

Every time I go back to Beulah and get some mail, there's more x-rays.

It's like CHRISTMAS. (I got some other good things in the mail too. Thanks cd-makers).
And, did anyone else get one condom in the mail? Thanks, Trojan. Shortly followed by a supply of tampons? Thanks, Tampax.

Oh, and this weekend we went and saw Igor,


and instead of reviewing it, I'll ask you to just imagine the most Tim Burton-y but NOT Tim Burton (and therefore missing all the good dark themes) movie you can come up with. With Buscemi and Cusak and Tina Fey.
Not Good.

Oh, and we went to the Roxxy after.
Here's some things about the Roxxy:
No chewing gum, no hats, boys have to pay ten dollars to get in, and they only play 15 seconds of each song.

end of an era

As Marilyn's "birthday month" drew to a close, she threw a little celebration at our house. I headed south and saw these people getting their birthdays on.

facsimile lifestyle

Sometimes I get these beautiful drawings faxed to me from people in faraway places.

Thanks, dude.
The rest of you? Don't fax me. I'm never in my office and not everyone gets our jokes.

CoH gets 'lebritied

Probably everyone in the (Philadelphia) world has already read this because you're better at keepin' up with the blogs than I am, but Wow. It packed some zingers.

"Large sections of the hipster population you wade through daily in Philadelphia contain a dark undercurrent of young people (it always seems like transplants) who’ve been sucked into this weird emo/hipster variety of Christianity that plays fast and loose with both the central tenets of fundamentalism and what you or I would handily recognize as classic cultish traits. Those beardos on fixed gears that you see whizzing up Frankford Avenue*? Often, those are not merely Deerhoof fans, my friend; sometimes, they are WEIRD PUNK ROCK CHRISTIANS!"

It's mostly just a really wordy direction to this article in the Weekly, where you can learn a million about Joshua Grace, hear about Aaron Weiss taking back everything he's ever said, and hear a story that culminates with Nikki throwing a cup of "menstrual piss" in a band manager's face.

Oh man, those kids.

CoH: I never really got you, but I do like your thrift stores.

*Pilger? Timmy?

old news

I got an email today, some xrays and pictures of my mouth from last month.


Xrays are awesome.

Pictures? Pictures are a little gross.
Anyway, if you know any really rich people who want to sponsor a tooth, holler.

as if you didn't know

Dear Readers,

Even though I'm taking a quick vacation from Beulah this week and next, I'd like to invite you to a party.
These girls got born,

so we're celebrating.

11pm, this Friday night, Beulah.

Love,
SL, absentee roommate

p.s. M, how's MLB doing? Does he miss me a million? I'll be home real quick tonight to get clean underwear and the veggie burgers I left in the freezer.

ever since I broke my face,

I drool in my sleep. (Sorry Meg, I'll wash your sheets).

For those of you who don't know, I'm house sitting for two weeks at my friend's giant loft. Giant like three of my house could fit inside it, the bathroom is the size of my bedroom, and it echoes like an underground cavern. Mostly I'm staying there to keep Cosmo (her cat) company. He seems generally unappreciative of this gesture. I've seen him about four times total in the past few days, and most of those times he just hissed at me and ran away.

He has however been enjoying the scrambled eggs, yogurt, and Vienna sausages I've prepared for him, no complaints. This cat does not eat cat food - whether that is the cause or a result of his general bad temperament isn't quite clear.

"that color is BLUE"

My Amanda was in town this weekend. We had a super multi-cultural Saturday, and hit Hausbrandt, Garibaldi, and Tippin, all in a matter of hours.

We also saw Lakeview Terrace, which showcased a whole 'nother breed of racism, with Sammy LJ as the perp. The whole thing was really very stressful, but managed to be pretty terrible too.
"What is this?"
"Destiny's Child"
"This is great - I could really move to this!"
Here's the funniest part of the movie,

but you won't get it until you see it. Also, we were the only people in the theatre who seemed to think it was funny, so maybe you won't.

Other weekend highlights involve dinner at Silk City, a boy at National Mechanics asking if "I wanted to do a quick interaction with Colombia" with him in the bathroom, and visiting "the best bathroom in the world"* at Bennelux.

*wasn't, sorry JB.

oh yeah, a movie not-review

Wednesday TV night was cancelled so I went to go see the Women. Right, that one with Meg Ry, Princess Leia, Grace Adler, and Will Smith's Tiny Wife.
In my defense, the original is supposed to be okay.

So I got my ticket, went to the theatre, sat through the previews and then...Righteous Kill started. They sent me to the wrong theatre. I definately didn't want to sit through that again, so I tried the next theatre. There was a bunch of dates happening in there, so I thought I got it right, right? Wrong.
It was Tyler Perry's Exploration (Exploitation?) of Contemporary Racism In The Family That Preys. I mean, to be fair, I only tried it out for like ten minutes, but ...yikes. Mostly, how does this guy make so many movies? And also mostly, how can they be so bad?

Sorry, from now on, real movie reviews, promise.

an appeal

Monday Marilyn, Chris, Alex and I went to restaurant week at Amada. It was amazing. We ordered about 18 things I guess and almost all of them were super good. Also, I fell - we were sitting up on that weird platform part in the middle of the restaurant and on my return from the bathroom I went to take a quick little hop up there, and fell so hard. Pretty awesome.
While we were there I found out that Chris D is pretty down. He's sad because more people read my blog than his. I'm pretty sure his blog is fine if you like music

sweaters? not pre-emPtive, no.

Now it's finally fall. I know because sweaters are NOT too hot to wear, all the girls are wearing tights all the time, and it took my scooter FOREVER to start. Even with the choke on.

Some things I already like:
That I'm getting a new phone Monday. I will be absolutely accepting phone calls starting that day. AND, Andy, go ahead and change my name in your phone to "Susie DO text" because I'm back in the game.

I also like the new Thursday night - National Mechanics? 1/3 Veggie burger/nacho combo? Sunny? Yes. And yes, and yes.

I also really like where I'll be house-sitting, starting Monday. Keep your ears out for a rager there. Just kidding, Meg.

don't call me

Here's some things:

No-meat-tember is going pretty well. There was one little shrimp-slip-up, but other than that, I've been the least meaty person you know. I don't even miss it. Except for when we went to JR's and I got a boca burger and it was gross. Weird that a soy burger isn't the specialty at a 1950's-themed diner fakeout restaurant.
Next? Quitting processed foods? ELIMINATION!

Thursday night, we started dance lessons. Waltz, foxtrot. Some of the men had Very Bad Breath, and I'm bad at this spin thing we learned, but mostly it was really fun.
Oh, and Rob got laser-eyes that day. He gets to wear sunglasses inside! Congrats!

And, I went to the movies. Saw Righteous Kill
(here, a haiku, like in the Weekly)
Al and Bobby D
Think you've got them figured out?
Surprise! Twist ending!
and Burn After Reading, in which we love Brad Pitt and Melissa thinks George Clooney looks like Greg Jehanian. Wrong.

On Friday night, we went to a leather bar. It was actually okay. It was about a hundred flights up, and drinks we're crazy costy but at least the gayborhood is closeby, and it wasn't unbearably crowded.
I saw pictures of us on the internet:

Lauren had a lot of really funny things to say, and I was dressed up as Chelsea.

Conrad wears this mask now. It's really low profile.


Anticipating:
Amada
Amanda
new phone
loft-sit 2k8

shalloween

So, people (Andy) are already claiming dates (days not partners) for Halloween parties. I feel like it's the biggest (and funnest) holiday season here, so I want to start thinking costumes now. Probably two costumes, at least. Two whole weekends of parties.

I kind of want to be a geisha once (for the face paint), and maybe some sort of animal, play-on-words, on even better - Person We Know. Ideas?

like David Spedaris

Saturday night, we went to a party that everyone said was "oldies and reggae" but (to me) was really "old ska music".
There were a lot of Dudes there, and a million Fred Perry, and a medium amount of mod girls. It was fine, but it was a little weird. None of us know how to dance to it.

Here's some things that happened:

Me: "Andrew! What's up? Andy said you just moved back to Philly - where do you live now?"
Andrew: (leans in close to my ear) "ROCK AND ROLL!" (accompanied by devil fingers and everything.)

and then later:

Me: (squeezing my way up to the bar) "Hey, could I get a Coke?"
Bartender: "Sure." (Leaves, presumably to get me a Coke.)
(keeping waiting)
Bartender: (leans in close) "Wait...you want coke? Or a Coca-Cola?"
Me: "Um...just a Coke. A Coca-Cola."
Bartender: "Oh, okay. I just wanted to be really clear on that."

Obviously we only visit the most reputable establishments.

on taking cues from the 7 and under crowd

My new favorite album is Pop-up by Yelle.
I was turned onto it by Sophia, French pop connoisseur, age 7.


I also recently invested in some button down shirts. Chloe tells me they're very handsome for me. Like Voldemort.

Dangerous Traitor, AD: Why So Cagey?

This week I went to the movies, here's how it went.

First, I saw Vin Diesel in BABYLON AD. A post-apocalyptic future world where Vin smuggles and kills and sneaks into America with his wonder-child cargo. He says things like "There is no mercy for the weak", and "Theres two things you need to survive in this world. Your balls, and your word. Luckily, I still have both". The best parts of this movie were the virgin birth and the bionic hand he gets.

Next, I saw Traitor. Who doesn't love a thriller about suicide-bombers going Jihad on us? One of the FBI agents said, "Sorry - I must have forgotten my Bill of Rights at home!".

Finally, I saw Bangkok, Dangerous, which Rob insisted was the worst movie we've seen all summer. Some parts were pretty funny, like when Nicky Cage shoots these guys behind his girlfriend's back, but she doesn't realize it at first, because she's A DEAF THAI PHARMACIST. Then the blood splatters all over her back and she fd's him. Best part of this movie was that Jay, Conrad, and Rob all wore Bangkok Dangerous t-shirts to it, and that there were only two people in the theatre that we didn't know.

The worst part about going to the the movies at all lately is that Kid Rock/racecar/National Guard fake preview/propaganda/music video. It makes me want to throw up.

birthday presents

Third place:
My dad sent a new drill to my office (for my birthday). It's electric, no more charging batteries.
Thanks Dad.

Second place:
A day in Puerto Rico.

Do you know if you fly there first class they serve you steak, chicken quesadillas, shrimp, and a million other awesome things?

First place:
10 dance lessons at Society Hill Dance Academy with Conrad. We haven't started yet, and I'm a little nervous, to be honest. I don't know what kind of shoes I'm supposed to wear.

I can tell how much you missed me, I have a hits counter

So, there was birthday in Puerto Rico, then I took a plane, train, train to Margate, and hung out at the beach for a while.

We did a lot of dancing and biking and baseball.
I got a little tan, one last time.

Since then, I've been seeing movies. Reviews soon, but first I have two weeks of nets to catch up on.