Children: The Bright Future of America

Breaking up is hard to do

The weekend from hell is finally over. Now begins the next-few-weeks-will-be-totally-unpredictable chapter. At least the Steelers won.

My bad mood today is only be exacerbated by the fact that I have so much work to do, it's caused me to freeze up like a deer in headlights. Throwing myself into work would probably be the best thing for me; how eerily ironic.

The silver lining, if you can call it that, seems to be that finding a decent 1-bedroom/studio for under $600 isn't as impossible as I originally thought. I've even found a few within blocks of my current place. So this weekend will most likely consist of going from place to place, deciding what to settle on and praying not to go broke.

Oy.

P Fab has found a healthy way to express her anger about the Bears' playoff choke

So it looks like the Superbowl festivities of choice have fallen into 3 options:

1. Beer and wings contest at Steve and Lauren's place. Rules: you must have a total of 50 units of beer and wings in any combination you choose, i.e. 10 beers and 40 wings, 25 beers and 25 wings, etc. A brilliant sceme, however it will most likely be populated by wankers.

2. Party at Lenny's restaurant/apartment. Pros: Lenny is for greatness and everyone there will be at par with my drinking levels. Cons: Lenny is in Champaign and the Superbowl is on a Sunday. And work on Monday does not stop for football, crazy as that sounds.

3. Quasi gathering at Matt/Ian/Dean/Drew's new apartment. Cons: They just moved in and the place is mostly in shambles, and Matt won't be there as he'll be mogging on wings and beer at locale #1. Pros: It's across the street from my place and will be filled with some of my favorite people on earth.

I'm looking toward option 3, so for those of you still searching for a destination, feel free to give me a call and join us. It's very much a the-more-the-merrier/drunker/louder/more obnoxious crowd.

What would you do for a Klondike bar after 2 months of naught? Post a shitload of pictures.

Halloween at Chiago Hot Glass

The old guy on the left is Fritz, apparently a major guru in the glass blowing world. I've never touched a paddle in my life, let alone brought bits to a puffer on roller skates while half in the bag, but Fritz insisted I assist for the sake of getting some kick ass pictures. I have to say, it was worth it, and I avoided causing injury to myself and everyone else by some kind of Halloween miracle.

I really wish there had been a couples' costume Halloween party this year. Roller Girl and Dirk Diggler would have won hands down.





















Group shot of glass blowers at the Chicago Hot Glass Halloween party. Check out Vincent van Gogh in the background - Dean got shit on all night for having the wrong ear cut off.

We're currently pitching this idea to Miramax films-Boogie Nights 2: Bettie Page and Roller Girl Strike Back