hangover

Space Office: The Hangover

Gayle got a little carried away at lunch. Now he's paying the price.

Monday Hangover - 11.23.09

Tim had a weekend full of wondrous sights, annoying sounds, odiferous smells, and intense flavors. He also spent a lot of time sitting on a bus. Won't you read all about it in the return of the Monday Hangover?

Monday Hangover - 8.10.09

wall-e- What were you most looking forward to this weekend?

I really wanted to rent a Zipcar and haul some bullshit to the Goodwill, but unfortunately for me I was too broke to afford it so my stuff will occupy the couch for another week (or two).

- Any updates to your Netflix queue?

I still have Tron from a few months ago.  What can I say?  The Netflix online has totally taken over the disc list.  Instant Wall-E and Persepolis overrides the Dennis Hopper "classic" Flashback on DVD time after time.

- How's that major life decision going?

None of your goddamn business!  Just kidding.  I've got approximately five and a half months to complete a certain film.  Still not sure if that's gonna happen, but I'm not gonna give up with out a fight.

Monday Hangover - 8.3.09

venusWhat were you most looking forward to this weekend?

Top of my weekend list was to have been at the McCarren Pool Party in Williamsburg, or whatever they're calling it now that it's been displaced in favor of an actual pool (boo...). The lineup included Deerhunter and No Age, two bands I'm pretty high on. Unfortunately the majority of the day, much like the majority of the summer, was intense rain and thunder storms. By the time it had cleared up I was due at work for a light Sunday night session of loading footage until 10:30pm.

Monday Hangover - 7.13.09

elephant manWhat were you most looking forward to this weekend?

 

I was looking MOST forward to going to this party with these Finns I know from my job converting DVDs from Euro PAL to AUFAT (Australian Format). They said it was going to be in Park Slope but then when I get there I called my friend Manny the Finn and it turns out the party is actually in the park. So there we are, all standing under this footbridge in Prospect Park smoking weed and drinking this booze from a Gain detergent bottle that Manny said was a traditional Finnish drink but I think it was maybe just Gain. Anyways, I wake up the next morning in a tree covered in vomit that wasn't mine because I'm pretty dang sure I didn't eat hot dogs the day before. But at least I smelled good.

 

Any additions to your netflix queue?

 

Back on Top: Using the Teachings of the Karma Sutra to Further Your Professional Career

Monday Hangover - 7.6.09

enceladusAny additions to your netflix queue?

Meatballs III, Caddyshack II, and Atonement

How's that big life decision going?

It’s going great!  I’m still a virgin!

What story from the current news cycle is bugging you?

Stfu about Enceladus already.

The End of Icons (Maybe)

apollo_jackson.jpgIs it too late to write about the death of Michael Jackson?

A lot has been said and written about the death of the King of Pop in the last week.  People have talked about how much they loved him and how his music has informed their lives, they can remember the first time they saw him on television, the first time they listened to "Billie Jean," how "Thriller" shaped the evolution of music videos.  Most of these people called in to E! News or showed up on NY1 over the weekend during Roger-Clark-man-on-the-street interviews.  Others have written about how much he meant to the world, how big a star he truly was and how it's really too bad he couldn't have seen all this outpouring of emotion while he was alive.  And it wasn't just his dad who felt that way.  On the contrary, in fact.  Thousands of people tuned into the BET Awards to get a look at Janet Jackson mid-mourning and just about as many lined up outside the Apollo Theater earlier this week to gain entrance to an evening-long tribute.

Monday Hangover - 6.29.09

dream_littleWhat were you most looking forward to this weekend?

Oh my stars, there was so much I was looking forward to this weekend, but I guess if I have to decide what I was MOST looking forward to it would probably be sleeping in a bed. You see, I live in my brother's attic in Philadelphia these days but I booked a week of work in New York City. Luckily, I have some gracious and accommodating friends that let me crash on their couches, but nothing compares to the comforts of a bed. Granted, I still haven't slept in my own bed since the night before I put it in a Manhattan Mini-Storage unit in May, but a bed this weekend was nice. Also, getting some action.

Monday Hangover - 6.15.09

tavernwhat were you most looking forward to this weekend?

Look, I’m a simple man with simple desires and an achin’ back that just won’t quit. Truth be told, I was just looking forward to kickin’ back and watching Pat and Vanna in the waiting room at Dr. Shit-for-Brains’s office.

 

any additions to your netflix queue?

 

Scam alert! I watch my movies the old-fashioned way. I wait three months for them to come out at the dollar theatre down on Maple. The way movies were meant to be seen.

Monday Hangover - 6.8.09

paddy_wagonwhat were you most looking forward to this weekend?

I was most looking forward to getting drunk and dancing my ass off with all the cute hipstertito and hapa boys at our neighborhood's new retro queer dance night on Friday.  But before I got properly drunk and lecherous, I got all chivalrous and decided to walk a really pretty girl home so she wouldn't get raped in a community vegetable garden.  Upon returning to the club after my gentlemanly gesture, I was not allowed in, as it was 12:45 a.m. and the dance party was due to end in fifteen minutes (nearby residents had already phoned in noise complaints, and a paddy wagon sat ominously in the parking lot -- no joke). Neither drunk nor danced-out, I glumly noted that what was supposed to be the first great dance night of the summer turned out to be a harsh reminder of how unbelievably fucking lame Boston is.  Am I really going to waste another year of my quickly-fading twenties in a city where the club nights end at 1:00 with police attempting to round me up and arrest me for using my outside voice?  No.  I tried to run past the bouncers, but they grabbed me, and into the paddy wagon I went  Ironically, the pretty girl’s would-be rapist was in there too.  To my delight, he raped me.

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