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I got this on some random Tuesday back a few (?) years ago when I was dating Kiley.  Matchless does two for Tuesdays on drafts and possibly on well drinks.  I have still not cashed this in, despite having kept it in my jacket pocket for a 4 month stretch once.  It is now becoming apparent to me that I am just not going to Matchless any time soon, for no real reason.  It’s a good enough bar.  There are many draft beers.

While it’d be a wonderful gesture for me to give you this drink for free, I’d kind of like for you to fix me a drink when you receive this token.  Or promise to do such a thing if I have to mail it to you, or something. Y’know, to keep the universe at parity or something.

PS: I have been aware of people who I don’t actually know looking at this blog for whatever reason.  Yes, you, random stranger are also eligible for the prizes offered herein.  Just don’t touch me if you have sticky hands.

This also means you can tell your friends they can gaffle the stuff offered here.  You don’t have to be Jake Timmons or something to get my excess swag.

Alright, no takers on that last one thus far so I’m going DOUBLE OR NOTHING.  I’m sweetening the deal by offering Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant.  IT’S INSANITY!!! HOW LONG CAN HE KEEP THESE DEALS GOING???

Answer: indefinitely.  I have a lot of useless crap.

(and no, no picture..  still not wearing a shirt)

Item: Belle and Sebastian CD

Album: If You’re Feeling Sinister

I think I either picked this up as one of many CDs a friend’s ex-roommate was giving away when she moved out of Lions Mansion Uehonmachi or maybe I stole it from Kate.  If that’s the case, Kate gets first dibs.

No, I’m not wearing a shirt in this photo.  Screw you.

Alright, jerks.  Here’s the new thing this site is for: giving away my stuff.

I’ve got too much stuff.  CDs, colorful pieces of paper, lotion, drawings that aren’t good but that I can’t throw away… Stuff like that.

So now, here, on this website, I will hold things up to my webcam and offer them to you, the person stalking me.  Comment or email me if you want the thing and I’ll figure out a way to get it to you.  All that I want in return is that you think I’m cool.  Cooler than Mary Todd Lincoln, cooler than Todd Long, cooler than Long Mary Todd Lincoln Cool J.  Whatever.  Watch this spot!

Alright, so my host lost a bunch of junk and just shrugged.  That bummed me out so I stopped posting.  Curses.  Well, new stuff here forthcoming.

So…  I’m just saying.

YMCA, I’ve used your gyms, I’m swam in your urine-flavored pools.  I understand you’re going for some kind of neighborhood, tough little community center that could thing.

But hey, how about hiring an advertising dude who can spell?  And what’s with little miss sarcastic face hanging out with the talk about healty meals?  It’s almost as much of a visual non sequitur as that hippie guy on top of the ‘Obama Orders Moms Back to School’ ad on the side of every damn webpage.

START MY HEALTHY FAMILY, GUYS.

*NEWS FLASH!*

Mike Pease opened up himself a cafe!  Whoa!  Adulthood a-go-go!

The place is at 64 W 23rd St, just down the way from the Flatiron Building (and across the street from where you can buy Girl Scout cookies nearly year round, just sayin’)

He’s calling the joint ‘Terri’ after his mom and Craig’s mom.  (The other guy’s mom has got to be pissed.) Things are vegan but not all in your face about it.  I tried their Buffalo This Isn’t Actually Chicken sandwich and their Thanksgiving sandwich and was duly impressed.  I’ll be back to get into some bean and corn salad, which is EXACTLY MY SORT OF THING.

I’m yelling.  I’ll stop yelling, sorry.  Just excited that Mike Pease has a cafe. He wears tight shirts.

He better get himself on Twitter or something to social media it up with the blogs and internetting for dummies or something because I hear that’s how you sell sandwiches to jerks.

Go get something to eat from this man when you are a guy who is hongry.

My mom sends me comics.

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Awesome snow day today.  Who knew those happened in the real world?  New Jersey can’t take this sorta thing.

Took the opportunity to clean the living hell out of the house.  For real.  You’d no longer assume we were in a death metal band.

If I bake cookies, I’ll be sure to tell you about it.

Like the bear says, I’ve been doing thangs.

• Basil’s seen better days.  Needs a transplant.  I need an infusion of give a damn.
• Yes, that’s the stuff of flavor tripping.  (Can we come up with less corny words than ‘miracle berries’ and ‘flavor tripping’?)
• Made some bread.  Will make some more.  Holding off on on acquiring a baking stone as that the cast iron skillet seems to know what it is doing.

Why am I hipster spotting on Google Streetview instead of making potato soup?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Carl?