Thursday, September 18, 2003 at 13:46:45 (EDT)

You babe — steppin' out, into the weeknight
Sometimes I think I like going out on weekday nights better than going out on the weekends. Over the past few months I've managed to schedule stuff to do after work nearly every night. Part of it is a desire to get out and meet new people, but the other side of it is a need to get out of the damn house. Working from home, one tends to become rather isolated from the world, and home itself becomes repellent. I like lounging around the house as much as the next guy, but I need to stay away from it on a regular basis. Until last night I hadn't been out of the house since Sunday night. That's too much time in the same place.

So I broke the cycle last night with a screening of Dirty Pretty Things at BAM (note: Lost in Translation comes to BAM on Friday!). I often have mixed feelings about Stephen Frears work, but he really pulls this one off, tho in a weird way I would have liked it if the movie had been a bit more evil. Speaking of evil, the mojitos at the Royale Bar in Park Slope are evil. I'm not sure if I mean that in a bad way. Last night Danish DJ Cool Yule (see his middle name is 'Julle' and it's supposed to be a play on words and oh forget it) played an increasingly bizarre mix of stuff (like Justin Timberlake and then The Smiths and then James Brown), and I discovered that the Royale's rocks glasses are larger than I'm used to. At first I just thought they were pricey ($6), then I realized I was probably getting at least 50% more Powers in my glass each time. Next time I will try to take that into consideration. At least I was cognizant enough to know I could not wait for the subway, even though I had already walked down and swiped my Metrocard. After thinking about how long it would take to get and train to a train, I turned around and headed for the nearest car service.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Thursday, September 18, 2003 at 11:30:32 (EDT)

How do you solve a problem like Max?
Who knows how to get grease of a white kitten? Anybody?

Also if anybody can explain how said kitten got grease on his face in my bedroom, I'd also like to know that.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Tuesday, September 16, 2003 at 23:35:42 (EDT)


Only to find Gideon's Bible
When I first moved into this apartment I joked that I had moved to "the country." We had a yard and lived on a block that, loud teenagers notwithstanding, was exponentially quieter than our old apartment. But tonight I looked out on the patio roof and saw a big, fat raccoon staring back at me. He was even bigger than Mr. Bones! I assure you this is very exciting. M snapped a picture of the retreating animal, but the flash and the screen door added up to something less than conclusive. You can see the photo but you have to go through some more cat pictures first.

UPDATE: Our neighbor returned for the late show, and I captured him on film. He did not enjoy the attention at all, and quickly retreated into the crackhouse next door.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Tuesday, September 16, 2003 at 22:00:15 (EDT)

Ask yourself if you could do better
Leave it to Steve Albini to install a billiard table at his Electrical Audio studio that has no pockets. I know only two billiard games: 8-ball and 9-ball, both of which pretty much depend on the presence of some kind of pocketing device for the balls. Maybe I'm just really out of the loop and this is how all the real rock'n'rollers are playing pool these days. I can picture them striding into the local pool hall and stuffing cotton into the pockets. Otherwise they'd be sissies.

 

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Tuesday, September 16, 2003 at 12:12:58 (EDT)

You wanna figure it out
Can anybody explain to me why I can't do my job? I mean, I can do it, but I don't wanna. However, I will spend all day doing web-related work, even really tedious stuff, as long as it's not for my day job. I'm currently working on a number of top-secret side projects, each of which is not empirically fascinating work. But I find myself gravitating towards it, no matter how terse the emails from my job become. I just need to find a way to convince myself that job tedium can be as fun as non-job tedium. Maybe I should try to have less tedium in general.

Here's an indication of my current level of dedication: I overslept (again) yesterday morning, and was only awakened by a phone call related to the conference call I was supposed to be on ten minutes before. I groggily wrote down the call in numbers on the only paper I had available: a pack of cigarettes. Then I called in to the meeting in my underwear. This is not the life of a professional. Maybe that's why I do it.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Tuesday, September 16, 2003 at 10:30:02 (EDT)

Who always wants to get fed? Who's a quadruped?
Mr. Bones finally has some validation: in this article about pet obesity, an orange tabby went from 22 pounds to 21, after adhering to a 9-month diet. In 9 months, this cat lost one pound? I think somebody's been sneaking Tender Vittles on the side. Mr. Bones weighed in at 21 pounds a couple of months ago, and currently he weighs a svelte 19 pounds. So at least we know there are bigger cats out there. [link via callalillie]

According to my painstaking research, I have a theory that Mr. Bones is part ragdoll, a particularly large breed of cat. They often weigh 20+ pounds and although ragdolls tend to have long fur, his markings could be described as "high-white bicolor." Even his facial characteristics resemble a ragdoll's stunned expression:


Exhibit A

M still believes Mr. Bones is part Siberian Snow Leopard, but until he produces a gallery of irrefutable evidence as I have here, his claims will remain dubious.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Sunday, September 14, 2003 at 17:19:54 (EDT)

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, unless I drink a lot of it
Many parties this weekend. We remembered to bring a camera to one of them. Abby & Zack just moved into a duplex garden apartment (copycats!), and had a big housewarming party. Their new pad is very nice, but it was seriously lacking in cats. Lucky for them I'm about to drop a couple kittens on 'em in a few weeks.

Saturday was D's birthday in Sunset Park. Over the years she has received many bottles of champagne as gifts and used the occasion of her birthday an as excuse to finally open 'em all up. I never drank so much champagne in my life. At least I think I haven't. It's hard to say both due to impaired judgment on my part, as well as the fact that champagne flutes (plastic or otherwise) seem to be deceptive in how much they hold. When the good champagne was gone, I was handed cocktails of varying potency that, had I not put the brakes on, would have resulted in one of my signature Super-Hangovers, something I am happy to have avoided today.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

More kitten pictures if you can stand it
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