The feed hasn’t been totally dead, but, yes, I’ve been unloading chincy bonus videos on you for a while. Now, however, I’ve uploaded Erraticast, episode 35 in all it’s messy, full-audio glory. Here you go, kids:
This episode features two of my three roommates, Tim and Gareth.
These guys offer you an alternative for when Twitter is down.
My friend Jen, who KJ’s at the Stargate Lounge a.k.a. Chopsticks Too here in Portland gave me a list of her top 5 all time hated songs for people to pick.
1. Total Eclipse of the Heart
2. What’s Going’ On
3. Don’t Stop Believin’.
4. Loveshack
5. Summer Lovin’.
The main reason being that people either can’t sing these songs, act like total assholes when they do, or both.
There’s a mini film festival going on at the Broadway Metroplex (1000 SW Broadway) in Portland. A few of my favorites are in the schedule, including these three weeks in a row:
June 16: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
June 23: Punch Drunk Love
June 30: Secretary
I’ll be in there with my eyes taped to the goddamn screen for all these beautiful films. I’m bringing a group. If you’re gonna be in Portland and want to go to any of these, drop me a line.
via Portland Mercury’s Blogtown PDX
Unpacking this week after my move to Portland, I was able to get a birds-eye view of my possessions. Like, for example, I knew I had a lot of cords, but after coiling and grip-taping them all, I realized, well: 
I opened another box, and 1994 popped out:
Whatever happened to virtual reality, man? This box would totally make the 1994 ice man from South Park comfortable.
Yesterday I unpacked after my move to Portland. Today I’ll be putting things away and organizing. I’ve been busy, but I’m never too busy for this sort of foolishness.
And we have our shirts off cause it was hot, you pervs.
I finished my move yesterday from the Bay to Stumptown and I’m now officially living in Portland. Yeehaw. 
I ran across a neat blog today called Photoshop Disasters. They’ve got a great collection of hilarious and ironic fuck-ups that range from the stylistically inappropriate, to complete pooch fuckings like this Norweigan bus:
Edgy!
It’s kinda like Best Week Ever or the Soup for advertising/editorial imagery.
I miss my old hair. Check out how fucking deranged I look here! Daddy’s home! This one’s from
late Feb.
in ur twitter
