the bomb bag

Um, Isley Brothers? We need to talk.

Got a call, friends in the neighborhood, we set up quick.

Mix-and-match platters from Delhi Dahba. Buy one, get one half off - deal date night.

Ro’s pumpkin woopie pies won best overall at a bake-off, now she’s out to up her game. I just came along to sample evrything.

Robin woke me up with breakfast in bed - good to be home.

An hour wait before my flight and a two and a half hour stopover before getting home at almost 9PM. Luckily, I have a good movie with me to keep me company.

Wonderful view of a destroyed stadium from my hotel.

I hate Texas.

This song is from a one-man(ish) musical I cowrote in college with my friends Guam and Q. The musical was called Jesus Christ MegaStar and this track, Forbidden Love, features Guam playing the part of Mary Magdalene (who was played, onstage, by a blow-up doll in track pants and a sweater) and me as Jesus. Did I mention the play was highly offensive? (Also - trivia! for the live performance Mary Magdalane was played by Pat Casey, who went on to write Dorm Daze 1, 2, and 3 for National Lampoon).

Anyway, none of this is the point. The point is unconventional love songs. I’ve been listening to a lot of them to get me into the proper mood for this Mannequin-inspired comic book. Peter Gabriel’s The Book of Love is a constant. The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1 is by Netural Milk Hotel and Nick Cave’s Into My Arms are also on constant repeat. But it’s two songs, in particular, that are really getting my juices flowing mainly because they’re so sweet and tender yet bat-shit INSANE. Death Cab for Cutie’s I Will Follow You Into The Dark and Postal Service’s We Will Become Silhouettes, two love songs centered around suicide and nuclear holocaust, respectively. Just genius when you put it into the proper context.

drewgilbert:

Jason Segel is the best.

thedailywhat:

This Is Jason Segelarious, You Should Watch It of the Day: Freaky Jason Segel debuted a new song with very personal lyrics during last night’s Swell Season concert at The Wiltern in Los Angeles.

Old and Busted: 867-5309. New Hotness: 315-329-6673.

[thanks matt!]

I drafted a four-pager for a romance anthology that I’m pitching as “My love letter to Mannequin.” It’s amazing how a pitch like that gets an editor “titillated” (his word, not mine).

Drinks at Meridian with David Hopkins. Talking comics, of course.

Plenty of pretty girls on this flight and I’m next to the guy with the hairiest hands ever.

Terminal A at National - I loathe this terminal. Off to Dallas, which I’ve heard is Dallas.

Gift wine…we both loved it. looked it up -$80 wine. I know I say price doesn’t matter when it comes to wine, you can FIND a fantastic $10 bottle…but jeez, it seems like big bottle wine just delivers. It’s easier.