My friend Skip had an extra ticket for this Bloc Party concert tonight and put this ad on Craiglist. It’s f**king hilarious.

BLOC PARTY - FREE TICKET! - $1

He received 4 replies.

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After Obama’s powerful speech in Berlin yesterday, it’s time to take a minute to honor the speechatory of our current retard President.

Guess who said it: George W. Bush or Batman?

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I was graced with the presence of some very old friends this weekend. As I mentioned in the last flog, the group consisted of the Duke, JerBear, and Mikey No Face. And when I say very old friends, I mean like Moses old. Like our whole freakin lives.

All of us were in the 13 year club—which, for those of you that didn’t grow up in a small town in Connecticut, meant that we went through every single grade (K-12) in our school system together. All of us got to make fun of the same teachers, throw cold broccoli at the emo kids in the cafeteria, and make fun of Dukes for his 95 percentile balls. So we grew up together. And now we work scattered all around the country. So…in party-planner terms, this was a Crookfield reunion of sorts.

I should first mention that before the weekend even began, the cloud of Adam Weekend had already settled over Los Angeles. I’ve actually attached a picture of the weather forecast, because in my 2 years of living out here, I’ve never once seen so many rainy days in a row. Never. Like 8 days straight.

Note how many “Poors” there are in the Weather Condition category. These are known by meteorologists as Adam Days. Also note the day that the weather starts to get good again: the day they leave.

Adam Weekend

Wednesday – The Great Beer Mist

Mikey was the first one to arrive out here in the great Los Angeles. He was scheduled to arrive at noon on Wednesday, which was nothing but inconvenient for both parties — I had to work and no one was home to entertain him. His flight was overbooked, so he purposely got bumped to a later flight – not because they gave him ample rewards for the sacrifice, but because (more…)

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Friday Night, Dukes Fight Night

So the Duke arrived midday. Again, I was at work. But these kids had already made plans for the day. Just to show you how No Face rolls, after a night of shirt grabs and giggles, he rolled into a business meeting in Glendale and nailed it. He even dressed up in a monkey suit for it.

And at about 5:30, they came and visited me at work on the Paramount lot. Everyone quickly made friends, except for Adam, who was demanding to all of my coworkers to be an Extra in “Star Trek”. Literally asking every single person I work with. “So how can I be an extra? I don’t need a speaking line or anything, just put me in the movie.” And he was serious. He wanted to be put in our top secret, high profile movie…that night. Despite my best efforts to crush his dreams, they wouldn’t break. And believe me, I tried. I crushed.

Needless to say, after like the fifth person he asked (which happened to be a Producer), his dreams were finally shot down. “Is this kid joking? No, seriously…He’s joking right?” And of course he wasn’t. And the response was simple: “No. You can’t be an extra.” And the Duke left the lot—like so many wide-eyed actors—with his dreams shattered. (ps- It’s a tough business and a tough town).

But he quickly recouped, with the help of a 30 pack of Bud Diesel. And in no time, we were down on Main Street. At this place called O’Briens. Car bombs. Again. What’s this? Another car bomb. Oh no…. Mikey, no. OK. I’ll do it.

Just to show you the direction this night was going, somehow Mikey would manage to drop $180 by himself and Jeremy another $100 (with the rest of us each spending (more…)

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