B-Boy Limping

Last night I went to a Yankees Fragrance launch party
February 22, 2012, 10:54 am
Filed under: Hello boysssss, New York, Weird Science | Tags: ,

And I was wishin’ and hopin’ and prayin’ to get one of the gift baskets that Jeter gives his one-night stands, but all I got was this MLB sports bag:

Not too shabby I guess, but not something I can get much for on eBay, y’know?


to side.

Anyway, the fragrances–“New York Yankees” and “New York Yankees for Her”–were decent, but I’m still confused as to why there is one for women. Although, it’s described as “flirty” and I know that’s what I am when I find myself at a baseball game…

Which is like, all the time, by the way.

Should you want to show your support through scent you can get it in April at Macy’s (1.7 oz and 3.4 oz, $49 and $62).

Samples by day…


 Lovahhhs by night.


Axl’s hats

At the Guns n’ Roses gig at Hiro Ballroom last night.

Black Hat

camera phones.

White Hat


No Hat


[Set list]

Das Racist + Carnegie Hall =

At the Tibet House Benefit concert tonight.

Also apparently this happened:

geez lou reed,
November 16, 2011, 9:20 am
Filed under: New York, Weird Science

Other people live in the building too…

Here are some pictures of Ira Glass getting wasted
September 18, 2011, 12:32 pm
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At the “Drunk” themed Talent Show last night at the Bell House, part of the Eugene Mirman Comedy Festival.

(a.k.a sort of the best thing ever.)





Arm wrestling!

Bantering (out of turn) with Rachel Maddow!

Heckling sober comedian Dan St. Germain!

At the bottom of a human pyramid!

Getting helped up by his beautiful wife!

“More please.”


[The Bell House, 9/17/2011]

Scenes from the Hipster Puppy Pageant

You like my emo butt stars?

Well I dig your retro phone, mama.

I go both ways…

…if you know what I mean.

Ironic Lampshade is the name of my band.

I wonder if anyone can smell my fart.





I just took a dump over there I’m so hipster American Apparel on my butt aaaaaaahhhhhh.

My headphones aren’t even plugged in.

Goin’ to a rave right after this.

[whispering] Fuck you.

I only know three chords but I make up for it with style.

Hey girrrrl, wanna get out of here and grab a bite? I brought my own PBR.

Fine, whatever, look, I have a show I’ve got to get to.

No, it’s cool, you’re not on the list anyway.

[whispering] Fuck you.

[Hipster Puppy Pageant, powerHouse Books, 8/25/2011]

Husband Hunting, pt. 3
August 10, 2011, 4:57 pm
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At the Horrors show at Webster Hall last night, which coincided with the release of their latest Skying.

First I went for the lead singer, because, duh:

But he was so moody, ya know?

So then I looked to the  drummer, because they’re very good with rhythm,  and that is appealing.

But I couldn’t  get behind the hat.

So then I thought, maybe the bass player?

Nah…  I think I’d rather just borrow his wardrobe.

But wait, how could I miss this dude? And his hair!

Such pretty hair. I think I’d be into it more than him.

So then my eyes wandered off the stage, over to Justine, behind Justine, to Nick Zinner of the YYYs…

But he seemed a little shy. I mean, can you even tell it’s him?

Back on track, I decided I needed someone that took some pride in their appearance. Someone who could easily pass for an accountant if need be, and fool my parents.

Someone preferably who could play the tambourine.

Guys, maybe I found him?