justanotherjames

I've been keeping very strange hours on Saturdays lately, I can blame Cabin Fever for last week. Things have been pretty boring lately, hopes of an exciting new year are starting to fade into mundane reality and frankly I don't care too much for it. But that's the way it breaks sometimes. The fella who has or plans to buy the building in which I'm...
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I really like to cook, I enjoy making food for people I care about, it seems very primal, but it seems natural as well. But there is a bizarre primal joy for me in making bread, I think it's a combination of the sheer simplicity of ingredients and the potential quality of the end product, bread is the staff of life and yeast bless their...
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Now added to the phrases I want to hear before I die, with "That was some mighty fine a'pickin' and a'singin'" from O Brother Where Art Thou is now "That is a fine set of moustasches" from a rather screwy delightful British film called Bronson.

If two men could have a baby, I'm convinced carlos mencia and dane cook could produce the least funny entity the universe has ever seen.

So in one of those delightful moments where the cosmos totally flips you the bird, I was at work and this christ awful train song comes on, being smarter than the average bear I know a way to manipulate the settings on the little satellite radio box and effectively skip songs, so I go to do that and what comes up, but another fucking train...
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Yesterday was my tattoo's one month birthday, awwww....he's so cute. Thinking about being at work on Saturday and this insufferable girl (whose parents are regulars, she briefly worked there as well and others found her tolerable seemingly solely because she has big boobs) was in. She told me, mind you, didn't asked me, to make her a bloody mary and it was to be spicy,...
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Driving into Illinois for work yesterday I thought about the events the night before out at a few bars, at one point after a few people left we were but four. My friends Matt and Jimmy who are brothers, myself and Jimmy's friend Chris. Now Matt, Jimmy and I are all cultivating very manly and warm winter beards, Chris is a skinny little blonde waif...
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There's a Honda commercial that features the song "The Only Living Boy in New York" by Simon and Garfunkel, which makes me happy, cause it's a friggin' great song, but makes me sad because not only is it a little part of the song, but it's also not Garden State which is what I predominantly associate that song with. Now I'm thinking of an elderly...
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Watching Time Bandits...that Terry Gilliam is an oddball for sure.

So random thought, one of my favorite things to do when at a bar or other such establishment with an internet jukebox (particularly if the general populous is douche-bagging it up, which is generally the case) is to go and just go full on prog rock on those bastards, my favorite is "Supper's Ready" a Peter Gabriel era Genesis song off of an album called...
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So, when you bring your own coffee and a French Press in to work with you, people start to think you're a little snooty. I just want better coffee than we have here, I don't think that's so bad. But Jesus that may have nothing on the looks you get if you bring loose leaf tea and an infuser with you. Then the assumption is...
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