Ahead of My Time

While walking around in urban areas I like to observe the locals and play a little game called "Gay? or Just European?" The object of the game is to scrutinize and determine whether people you see on the street are, as the name of the game suggests, "Gay? or Just European?"
I've been playing this game for years. Its great fun.
Well it seems everyones favorite scenester blog, Hipster Runoff, has stolen my game on a recent post:
http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/2008/09/fggts-or-eurotrash.html

(from the Hipster Runoff post):























"
Is this bro
a) from the future
b) an electro war soldier
c) just plain EuroTrash
d) an athlete in an Xtreme Sports league
e) an extra in the film ‘2Fast, 2 Furious: XXX’
f) a scuba diver who rides underwater motorcycles
g) a participant in a race around the world where you can only use stuff that u can keep in your cargo pants
h) a backup dancer for Linkin Park
i) ‘just a fggt’
j) Choose.Your.Own.Response
"

...a little bummed Hipster Runoff got to write about my game before me, either way, im still amused. Guess im just a little ahead of my time.

Sunday Night TV is for the Unemployed OR Topanga is not Funny

I don't have a job right now. And probably the worst part; actually, the only bad part of not having a job is the no-money part. Other than that, not having a job is pretty fantastic. Everyday is Saturday, its like summer as a 10-yr-old all over again. My favorite part is the feeling I get on Sundays, or lack of a feeling I should say. You know the feeling you got on Sundays when you were in school and there was a paper due the next day on a book you hadn't started reading (or hadn't even bought yet, as it were in my case). That feeling which then turned into a painful melancholy every Sunday when the thought of having to drag yourself to and from the same building for 8 or 9 hours for the next five days cast a shadow over any fun or happy feeling you may have felt. Suicidal Sundays - perfect (also the perfect name if you're looking to start an all-acoustic emo band).
Now that I no longer experience those Suicidal Sundays (for the time being), I have come across another reason why Sundays suck. Sunday Night TV.
After 11pm, TV on Sunday night is terrible. News, news, Tyler Perry's House of Pain reruns, and as I discovered last night, a show on the Style Channel called Dish (a show almost exactly like The Soup on E!) starring Topanga from Boy Meets World.
So I stopped and watched.
Shes still cute, still a lil thick, and still has huge knockers. But giving this chick a show all to herself is kinda sad to watch. Of course, it is Sunday at midnight, but Topanga struggles with comedy the same way she struggles with turning down a trip to Hometown Buffet. And for a show on Style Channel, its pretty lame that even I notice that she dresses like a 3rd grade teacher . Its like the stylists for the show called Disney and bought all the same clothes she used to wear on Boy Meets World, and told her to jump into her old mom-jeans and patterned sweaters.
Clearly mid-20 something, unemployed, males are not the shows key demographic, but Im just saying, Id totally watch if Topanga showed some cleavage.

I Voted Yeah!

So I voted for the first time (pause for obligatory lecture on voting)...and it was kinda cool.
Although I want to say something like "I should have been doing this all along!" (which, I know, I probably should have), I just never liked the idea of pledging my support for some turd sandwich or giant douchebag.
So two days ago, on November 4th, 2008, I voted for a dude I kinda like. I voted for some other stuff too, and unlike those old people in Florida 8 years ago, I found it to be a smooth and easy experience (just connect two lines right? wtf is so hard?).
Yet, despite all the gushing over Obama, my favorite part was the actual polling place.

The back of my voter pamphlet let me know my polling place was:
Garage
628 Haight St
BTW Steiner St & Pierce St

...less than a block away, sweet!

But wait, theres a place called "Garage" on Haight Street?
So I walk up, curious to see what this establishment known as "Garage" would be. Could it be a bar I'd never heard of? Could it be a coffee shop? Maybe a restaurant?
Nope.
Just some dudes garage.