I played Dungeon Master today for the first time in what must be decades. It was all in service of Queeg and RRP's latest production commissioned by the Flea Theater, conveniently located a few avenues from my place. I say convenient because of all the shit I had to lug: laptop, sourcebooks, miniatures, etc.

For historical flavor I'd been asked to ( Read more... )

Pheel and Jeans threw a lavish meat n' drink extravaganza in lieu of a wedding reception on Saturday. If only all weddings could dispense with the ceremony, cull the annoying relatives and finish with a karaoke dance party.

I thought of a killer speech minutes after we had started to migrate to the next episode. Timing, sir. TIMING.

JJ and I went to Xi'An Famous Foods on the East Broadway side of Chinatown last night. It's a growing chain that's basically an excuse to dunk lamb meat into chewy noodles and spicy sauce. My delicate Cantonese palate can only stomach the stuff in controlled doses, but man does that hit the spot on a fall-like summer evening ( Read more... )

Woke to the sound of manual demolition this morning, workers ripping through old boards, claw hammers pounding at unseen nails. Then I realized the source was next door. When I left for work, the door across the hall (about five feet away, if anything) was open. I peeked inside. It was gutted from ceiling to floor, the odd torn calendar picture on ( Read more... )

Team Z made a comment a few nights ago that I seem to define my taste by complaining what I dislike more than talking about what I'm really into. Perhaps that makes me more of a hipster than I thought.

I caught "Exit Through the Gift Shop" last night with a friend. It's the story of a French expat Angeleno who took to filming the street artists of the late 90's, including Shepard Fairey, best known for his Obama poster and OBEY stickers, Space Invader, and Banksy. The latter assembled the thousands of tapes into a cohesive narrative as a ( Read more... )

I've had a week where my more (passive) aggressively asshole-ish past has caught up with me, encounters with old friends and acquaintances who I haven't seen whether through choice or happenstance. Scratch that. These rifts happened because of a decision, passive or not. Either I made a conscious decision not to pursue certain avenues or plain ( Read more... )

1. "Why yes, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that White Power Bill's racist shouting and cubicle noose constitute a hostile environment."

2. (In response to "Well, what if we said 'We only want white people' in the office?") "Who DOESN'T?"

With officemate Gif's kid on the way and El Jefe Fergie's son developing into a healthy toddler, I brought up the topic of religion. Specifically, home team faith. It was evenly split among the room. I am of the camp that if I were to ever raise a kid that the blood pact with the Seahawks and Mariners is completely voluntary. Expose the child to ( Read more... )

With the new job so sports-oriented there's a high percentage I'd get burnt out, but since we cover so many leagues/conferences I'm more interested in what I liked to begin with (NFL, soccer) and less tolerant of rackets I was skeptical with already (NASCAR, college football). So with pitchers and catchers reporting, I'm in full-on baseball mode. ( Read more... )