Archive for August, 2005
In the Ghetto
After work yesterday, I had to make a quick run to the supermarket. Actually, to call it a supermarket is far too complimentary. This is strictly a grocery store. A ghetto one, at that. Nothing super about it, except for the fact that it is home to Quincy’s first Starbucks. Sure, there is a newer, [...]
Searching
So, I was poking through some of the search terms that people use to get to the site. So many Arrested Development references, I love it!
Top Search Terms that people used to get to The Diatribe:
August: “Buster Boys Linuses” - My Personal Favorite. Go Ahead, type it into Google.
July: “Digital Casserole”
June: “Bonnaroo Backroads”
May: “dsm-iv never-nudes”
And [...]
Hey, Even the Sox Were Down 0-3, Right?
A couple of weeks ago, I was desperate for an afternoon snack and my desk supply had run out, so I hit up the office vending machine. Considering the mark-up on those things, I thought $0.60 for some Goldfish wasn’t so bad. I love Goldfish. Love them. My tastebuds are experiencing a whole renaissance with them [...]
Summer Dreams: In honor of John and Trisha
Sunday night (going into Monday morning), I had one of those dreams. You know, the kind that stick with you for a few days, and it comes back to the forefront of your mind every day or so. Well, this time, though, it has me kind of spooked.
I had a hard time sleeping on Sunday [...]
“How’s the Hair?”
While waiting for Swedish Girl at Park Street yesterday evening, I saw an old friend, Super Comb-Over Man. He must still work at Exchange Place, because that is where I used to run into him at least once a week. So as I was standing there, wondering why Tony Danza was going to appear on [...]
BIRG
Friday night—nearly 10 months after the October magic of 2004—I watched NESN’s Faith Rewarded dvd for the first time. Three reasons led to my decision to pop the dvd in the ol’ player: 1) The Sox (fronted by Charles Bronson Arroyo) were getting their arses handed to them by the Twins, 2) The Yankees (led by a no name called Aaron Small) [...]
All This is That
I love how David McCarty demanded to be released by the Red Sox because he thought he could get more playing time with another big league club. Where are you now, bitch!
Speaking of Old Mustache Leatherface, Tony Graffanino keeps giving me heart attacks by wearing #10. I’m still not used to which numbers the new guys (El [...]
