someone defriended me!

just the other day, i noticed that i had 421 facebook friends. then TODAY i noticed that i only had 420 facebook friends. WHAT GIVES? somebody defriended me. and i can't figure out who.

i'm not offended. i was actually thinking about going through and deleting the people who i'm not actually friends with. but then i felt like that might be mean. plus i don't want to look like a nerd. i don't have many facebook friends as it is. four hundred and twenty friends is still nerd-status when it comes to facebook friends.

gone dishin'

i had a crazy couple o' days followed by a lazy couple o' days.
then my roommate yelled at me. i had already done the dishes (earlier this morning) but that wasn't the point. he wanted them done yesterday.

i love the muppins!

i love you, muppins. i want you to know i love you.
the muppins was a show on tv. a man named jimson hemson was working for tv at the time that they were making the show. and it was his idea. way to go!

like andre agassi

so today at work, this guy had a cool t-shirt, so i told him so, just to make sure he knew. and to make sure that he knew that i knew. he said thanks and that he got it in DC (the district of columbia). he told me he'd trade me it for my cool shirt. i told him, this was my dad's old golf shirt (and MY DAD is from DC). the guy said, "it makes me think of like," and he made a tennis gesture with his arm.
i helped him out, "tennis?"
"yeah," he confirmed, "it's like an old tennis shirt."
"like andre agassi?" i asked.
"exactly," he agreed. that made me feel awesome. when i was a kid, i was in the Andre Agassi Fan Club. i wasn't big on tennis. i mean, i played a little and took lessons and junk. but it always seemed like kind of a dumb game to me. but i liked andre agassi. mostly i think because i liked his hair and the way he dressed. and i knew that girls liked him. so i decided i wanted to be like him. so i joined the fan club. because apparently, that's what you do when you're nine and want to be like someone.

also, because i think my brother was in the Michael Jordan Fan Club and i wanted to do something similar but different. don't get me wrong, i liked jordan. i wasn't big on basketball. i just liked jordan because he was a cool dude and had awesome shoes. and because he could do whatever he wanted. i wanted to be like that. but agassi was more my cup of tea. his sport wasn't as mainstream. plus, he got more babes.

lohoff memorial laundry bag 2002-2009

things break and fall apart. that's life i guess. it's only sad if you want to be a wuss about it. in 2002, my friend bryan lohoff (my roommate at the time) lent me a laundry bag so that i could take my clothes to the laundromat. i thanked him. then he told me to keep it. i refused; it's too kind of him. he insisted; he had a much nicer laundry bag anyway. "cool," i said.
i acquired a lot of strange items from generous roommates. but no item was as useful or lasted me as long as the laundry bag i got from bryan. it went a lot of places with me: ireland, chicago, indianapolis, boston, and finally los angeles (where it met it's demise). it started fraying around the top a year or two ago in boston. it didn't matter. then the drawstring kind of stopped working. i tried to be more careful with it. finally, on my last trip to the laundromat, the bag was pretty much useless. the drawstring does nothing, the top is frayed, the bottom is coming off. it's barely a bag anymore.

i get attached to inanimate objects. it's dumb. but i can't help it. i anthropomorphize the shit out of everything. as a kid, i'd do it a lot with pens especially. when one of my favorite pens was running out of ink, i'd try to save it for special ideas or drawings.
anyway, nowadays i'm trying to get less attached to things. so i went out and bought a new laundry thing. it's like a mesh box. it looked bigger on the picture. i laughed when i opened it. but then i was really glad. i don't have a lot of clothes. so this thing is the perfect size. i also bought new sheets for my bed. my old sheets were this set of grey t-shirt sheets that i had had since 2001. i washed them often, don't worry. but they were very old. and also starting to fall apart. the new sheets are similar material but a different color. this doesn't sound like a big deal but these are very big changes in my life.
also, my friend sean gave me a new weird haircut. so ... lots o' changes. i'm a new man.

yo gabba gabba

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis AWESOME!
i just wanted to make sure you knew that. DJ Lance is the best human on this planet.

t-shirts

look how siked this guy is about this t-shirt:
i posted a couple days ago about how i'm gonna start making t-shirts for fun. my friend pete commented that he would pay for one of those shirts. i don't know if he was being sarcastic or not.

but i put my t-shirt ideas for sale on zazzle.com because i don't really know how to make my own t-shirts and i don't want to deal with money and stuff. so if you are like pete and would like to pay for one of those shirts, buy them from zazzle. they're pretty expensive (like $21.45 plus shipping). but there's not much i can do about that. i mean, i could put them on crappier t-shirts but that would only save like 3bucks. plus i really like american apparel t-shirts. they're the best. anyway, here's the shirts i drew up:

less rants; more raves

so i just noticed that a lot of the recent posts were negative. who wants to read junk like that? not you.

here's something cool that came out of those negative posts though: i'm gonna start making my own t-shirts. here's two possible shirts: and here's something i'll rave about. this show that rob corddry made called "Children's Hospital." it's hilarious and i like it. it makes me laugh. and laughing makes me happy. you can click here to watch it if you want.

salesmen

so i got a new phone today because every two years, the phone company gives me a new one. so i was just getting my stuff transferred and the guy behind the counter was like trying to sell me memory cards and phone cases and crap. i kept shooting him down, as politely as i could. then he kept bugging me about this GPS service. he told me all about it and i feigned interest so as to not hurt his feelings. then he said, "so you want me to set it up?" "no thanks," i replied. "here, i'll show it to you on one of these phones," he tried. "nah, that's okay."

he started to look really annoyed. "it's free for the first month." he said it in the same type of tone i remember hearing mean kids on the schoolbus use when they called other kids "retards." i explained, "yeah, but i don't need it." he didn't respond to that. he just looked at me with hate in his eyes and then finished setting up my phone. "here," he said as he handed to me. "it's all set?" i said with a smile. "yeah," he said without a smile. "cool! thanks a lot!" he didn't say anything else.

salesmen like him are jerks. their whole goal in life is to trick people out of money. they're like gypsies but less interesting.

more from Rob Braub

Rob Braub is back by popular demand. well, not POPULAR demand. but my friend dave faulk like the first one and asked for more ... so ... back by his demand.