Good eats; new glasses
Add Tito Puente’s to my short list of favorite restaurants; top of the list on City Island. Went last night for Salomé’s birthday and I am still full! We both had these monster seafood dishes – lobster, snow crab, scallops, clams, mussels, oh my!; her’s with pasta, mine with mofongo, both in an amazing red
Times when it’s okay to lie to your kids: #17: Because you can’t go to Chuck E. Cheese every day! #31: If you don’t, they will eat all of the candy. Then, demand more. Halloween was fun, though, as expected, no Hollywood insanity broke out. There were some insane parents, though, as well as some
Is there a sillier “holiday” than Halloween? Knocking on strangers doors for candy? Or a trick? (What exactly constitutes a “trick,” anyway?) Makes the belated celebration of the birth of “the son of God” by going into debt look sensible! Does anyone actually go trick-or-treating anymore? Here in the City, at least? Rumors – urban
Wednesday is new comic book day!
So I’ve gotten into yet another flame war with Danny Solis on the poetry_slam list. Why can’t I just leave that shit alone? The whole PSI thing, I mean. Solis is this big-ass, dreadlocked Mexican poet, currently out of Albuquerque, NM. If you saw SlamNation, he’s on the Austin team, in that fun little group
Devouring Comics
Whenever I find a new passion – whether person, place or thing – I tend to throw myself into it 120%. Having cleared my plate of the administrative responsibilities (and psychological baggage) of running a little bit louder, comic books have quickly and completely rushed in to fill the void. I am so hooked! Finished
Help! I’m Buying Comics Again!
Woah! Midtown Comics is scary cool! They sell EVERYTHING. They even had a lot of Moon Knight, though I’m glad I changed my mind about him before I went in there. Spent my whole gift certificate (not as easily as I expected, either) and got a few more of the Loeb/Lee Batmans I wanted, all
My name is Guy and I buy comic books
Hello. My name is Guy and I buy comic books. I was clean for over 10 years but I’ve recently relapsed. I’m not quite ready to admit that I’m powerless or that my life has become unmanageable, but the potential is there. Comics are like $3 each these days! Damn Omar. I told you he
Did some e-surfing on Friday, itching to find something spontaneous that we could do for the holiday weekend as the combination of no news about the apartment, bad weather and being in Hartsdale were quite depressing. Checked Yahoo! Travel for last-minute deals, Googled “family friendly bed breakfast,” and scoured bedandbreakfast.com for kid-friendly accomodations, mostly to
ser·en·dip·i·ty
ser·en·dip·i·ty the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for. Omar is a bad man. Bad. Appealing to the geek in me, he dropped the idea of a fan fiction-type project in my head – writing our own versions of comic books online – and it’s like the time I was
America is stupid. At least the ones that watch American Idol and take the time to vote. I mean, really, what the fuck was THAT last night?!?! Ruben in the bottom two? Trenyce booted while Camouflage Doughboy lives on? That fake jarhead couldn’t even hold his head up while Ruben stood out there waiting for