Things That Make Me A Bad Boyfriend: I Can't Cook For Shit

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The holidays are upon us. It’s the time of year when everyone in their mid-20s starts to feel domestic and cozy as the weather cools down and the Christmas commercials start airing on TV. It’s also the time of year when I get invited to potlucks.

The potluck is the winter version of a cookout, except it’s easy for me to fake my way through a cookout. Any jackass can throw meat on a grill and wait for it to finish cooking. I’m that jackass.

With a potluck, however, things get complicated. You’re expected to bring a legit DISH with INGREDIENTS. I can’t tell you the last time I bought ingredients and then used them to make a final product. If it doesn’t come in a frozen box, a can, or from a menu, it’s probably not mine.

Let’s be honest here: years of being single and living with roommates and cooking for one has left me a culinary idiot. I hear people talking about buying organic and eating local foods and I have to laugh, because it’s a miracle I’m even eating at all. Every time I open my fridge to find food, it’s a little mini-celebration in my head that somehow I managed to not run out of groceries again.

So, unfortunately, that’s where you come in. If I’m going to be your boyfriend, I’m sorta counting on you to save my life. It’s only a matter of time before these freeze-dried processed high-sodium meals just straight-up kill me. I figure if I find a girlfriend who is a foodie, she could potentially add years to my life. At this rate, I feel like I’m probably clocking out at 65, which doesn’t leave a whole lot of time. I need to make it until they at least invent flying cars.

I’m not asking for prepared meals here. This isn’t the 1950s. But if we’re cooking for two, and I have a co-captain of the kitchen to alert me when I accidentally mix in baking soda instead of baking powder, the whole thing is gonna go a whole lot smoother. I’m going to need a hell of a lot of training, because right now I can do scrambled eggs and that’s about it.

So, if you’re up for the challenge of teaching a totally inept dude how to cook for himself, then we’re in business. On the other hand, if you’d be embarrassed that I have no idea how to pick out produce, am totally reckless with a kitchen knife, and consider Ritz crackers with peanut butter a legitimate meal option, then I’m afraid I’d make a bad boyfriend.

"You just put on the sweatpants, then BOOM! There she is.."
— Bill Chubb, on the topic of soulmates.
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To go with my previous post about 2049, this is where I’ll be retiring.

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To go with my previous post about 2049, this is where I’ll be retiring.

november 5, 2049.
“grandpa, how did you make out with so many beautiful women as a young man?”
“well, kids..  first off, i suppose it was the beard.  i reckon if i had to pick a second thing, i’d say it was the pearl snaps.”
at least this is how i imagine it going.

november 5, 2049.

“grandpa, how did you make out with so many beautiful women as a young man?”

“well, kids..  first off, i suppose it was the beard.  i reckon if i had to pick a second thing, i’d say it was the pearl snaps.”

at least this is how i imagine it going.

whiskeyandgoatsmilk:

happy birthday dobble ganger


If Ryan Adams knew Mari in real life, he’d have written 100 songs about her by now.  We’d have entire albums about how awesome she is.
Since he won’t do it, it’s UP TO ME.
Quick, what rhymes with Mari?

whiskeyandgoatsmilk:

happy birthday dobble ganger

If Ryan Adams knew Mari in real life, he’d have written 100 songs about her by now.  We’d have entire albums about how awesome she is.

Since he won’t do it, it’s UP TO ME.

Quick, what rhymes with Mari?

i would say that in my everyday life, i’m a pretty big twitter defender.
every once in a while, someone comes along and says “oh man, haha twitter.  what, so you just go around typing ‘i’m eating a sandwich!  i’m in the bathroom now!  i’m at work!’ all day long and pretend that people give a shit?
the short answer, i suppose, is yes.  but really it’s about community and finding common threads of interest and making connections with people and it’s this really great thing that i believe has a lot of potential.
but then i look over at the trending topics and see things like “KEEP THE WAVE GOING” that i realize i’m totally wrong.
we’re a bunch of fucking idiot dullards shouting out into the empty nothingspace and no one cares and we’re all delusional.
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i would say that in my everyday life, i’m a pretty big twitter defender.

every once in a while, someone comes along and says “oh man, haha twitter.  what, so you just go around typing ‘i’m eating a sandwich!  i’m in the bathroom now!  i’m at work!’ all day long and pretend that people give a shit?

the short answer, i suppose, is yes.  but really it’s about community and finding common threads of interest and making connections with people and it’s this really great thing that i believe has a lot of potential.

but then i look over at the trending topics and see things like “KEEP THE WAVE GOING” that i realize i’m totally wrong.

we’re a bunch of fucking idiot dullards shouting out into the empty nothingspace and no one cares and we’re all delusional.

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diana learns the truth.
  • diana: i just caught up on your blog posts.
  • phil: oh MAN. are you more amazed by me than ever before?
  • diana: it's hard for that to happen, but yes. yes i am.
  • phil: it only gets better from here.
  • diana: i didn't think it was possible!
  • phil: anything is possible when you dare to dream.

eberg - daybreak

one of my fondest memories of iceland was hanging out in 12 tonar with headphones on listening to a stack of cds.  12 tonar is a little record store in central reykjavik and they also run a label by the same name.  the focus of the store is icelandic music and it was my favorite record store i visited while i was there.

i had some downtime while clayton was taking a nap, so i knew i could kill an hour or two.  they had a big table of icelandic artists to check out and had no qualms with people grabbing stacks of cds and taking them to their little listening room.  once you’ve picked out your couch in the listening room, the nice gentleman who works there offers you a cup of espresso while you listen.  i put on some big comfy headphones and got lost in music for an hour.  then i’d go back to the table and grab more.

a few artists really stuck out to me and eberg was one of them.  also known as einar tonsberg, he’s mostly an electronic artist that uses samples and programming to do a lot of his music.  i read a review of his music that called it “dreampop” which seemed a pretty good description to me.

after listening to a few songs, i bought the cd.

now that i’ve had a few weeks with it, i love it even more.  now i have this great little musical momento of this trip of a lifetime and a great album to boot.  i’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it too… even without all the icelandic nostalgia attached.

i wanted to just post the MP3, but i am having computer issues, so you’ll have to do with the music video.  it’s kind of a silly video concept that i think takes away from the song, but what can ya do?

so virginia just elected a republican governor.

i don’t know how people become super passionate about politics.  i don’t know how you do it without becoming totally jaded.

but then again, i could say the exact same thing about the music industry… so, touché, political friends.

mystic-lady:

Wonderwall (via)

mystic-lady:

Wonderwall (via)

michael jackson: this is it

last night a group of friends and i went to the movies to see the new michael jackson documentary “this is it”.  i’m not sure any of us really knew what to expect.. i just knew i wanted to see it.

i can safely say that it was an excellent decision.  i’m really glad i went.

first off, i’ll start by saying two things that it’s not:

1) exploitative or cheap

2) overly sad

the film is 95% rehearsal footage - complete songs mixed with intermittent footage of michael working with the band and crew to fine tune specific elements.  that, to me, was one of the most fascinating elements of the film.  you hear so much about how michael was out of touch and crazy, but when he is working and on-stage in this film, he is one-hundred percent engaged and focused.  he is particular and detailed and knows exactly what he wants to see from his band and dancers.  it’s really amazing watching him work and communicating the things he wants to hear/see.  you see this whole other side of him that hasn’t been seen before.

on top of that, the dancing/singing is incredible.  michael still totally had it.  you hear about all this pain he was in and being prescribed these crazy drugs, but you never see it on screen.  as he performs some amazingly complex dance moves, he shows no sign of pain or fatigue.  at 50, he was still completely at the top of his game.

the only sadness throughout the film is the underlying fact that you know how it all ends.  the crew’s shared excitement over this yet-to-happen concert run is visible throughout the film.  everyone involved with the project can’t believe that they’re actually working with michael jackson and that they’re about to unveil this over-the-top cutting edge stage show.  knowing that all this work and effort will end in tragedy adds a sad undercurrent to the entire film.  but they never go for the jugular at any point.  i’m sure there were so many opportunities to make this a cryfest and the director just never goes there.. which is why the whole thing never felt exploitative to me.

if you thought michael jackson was an amazing performer, go see it.  you won’t be disappointed.

okay, last robot e. lee photo.  i don’t think i’m ever going to look this epic again in my life.
for those who just joined in and didn’t read the elaborate backstory of robot e. lee, you can enjoy part 1, part 2 and part 3.
kind of an elaborate setup for a halloween costume, but i’m also a nerd, so hey.
today i got a lot of new followers and had some amazing reactions to the costume.  thank you!  i had no idea there were that many fans of robert e. lee out there.  i think it probably has more to do with people being fans of whiskeyandgoatsmilk.  but who isn’t a fan of everyone’s favorite turtle-friendly journalist?
anyway, back to your regularly scheduled sunday night.  while i’m sad halloween is over, it’s a lot easier to write this blog without a giant arm lazer cannon.

okay, last robot e. lee photo.  i don’t think i’m ever going to look this epic again in my life.

for those who just joined in and didn’t read the elaborate backstory of robot e. lee, you can enjoy part 1, part 2 and part 3.

kind of an elaborate setup for a halloween costume, but i’m also a nerd, so hey.

today i got a lot of new followers and had some amazing reactions to the costume.  thank you!  i had no idea there were that many fans of robert e. lee out there.  i think it probably has more to do with people being fans of whiskeyandgoatsmilk.  but who isn’t a fan of everyone’s favorite turtle-friendly journalist?

anyway, back to your regularly scheduled sunday night.  while i’m sad halloween is over, it’s a lot easier to write this blog without a giant arm lazer cannon.

serious bedding upgrades.

so, somehow a few days ago i ripped my fitted sheet on my bed.  i know what you’re thinking and no, it wasn’t anything crazy, it just sort happened.

my first thought was “oh man, i gotta get new sheets.” and my second thought was “i have no idea what kind to get.”

my sheets are several years old (probably a contributing factor to the ripping) and i definitely don’t have a second set of sheets.  and while i’m not positive, i’m about 90% sure that my mom bought these sheets.  so, in an effort to find out more about sheets, i asked a few friends while we were hanging out.  i realize that’s kind of a weird topic to bring up amongst friends, but i learned two things: as a general rule, all girls own extra sets of sheets and all guys do not.  that made me feel better instantly.  i tried to gauge people’s preferences for thread counts, etc. but came to the conclusion that most people know about as much about sheets as i do.

so after a few days of sleeping on a bed with a giant hole in the sheets (look, i was busy this week) i headed off to target in search of sheets.  the obvious downside of shopping for sheets is that there’s no real way to crawl into a bed and get a real feel for how awesome a set of sheets are.  they’re in that tiny box and you just kinda have to trust what the box says.  i sprung for 450 thread count, as it was exactly halfway between the cheapest and most expensive thread count sheets.

while i was there, i decided to go for broke and pick up a new comforter.  i can definitely confirm that i’ve had my comforter since junior year of college.  that’s definitely a solid NINE years ago.  yikes.

one of the added benefits of picking out a comforter at target is the influx of really cute girls who are also looking at bedding.  i started to think to myself that the bedding section of target is probably one of THE best places to pick up girls.  you’re a dude looking at bedding by himself, which means you have to be single.  but the fact that you’re picking out bedding makes it look like you’ve got your shit together and you don’t sleep on a sleeping bag on top of a mattress on the floor somewhere or live with your mom.  it gives you an automatic air of legitimacy right out the gate.  they don’t need to KNOW that your current bedding is nine years old.  they just need to know that you’re upgrading and hey, maybe they want to try out those 450 thread count sheets!

that said, i did not talk to any girls, instead i came home and blogged about theoretically talking to girls.

which is why i’m single.

but i have GREAT new sheets!

Robot E. Lee:  You say you’re Captain America?  Where is your vessel?  Is it an ironclad?

Robot E. Lee:  You say you’re Captain America?  Where is your vessel?  Is it an ironclad?

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