Things that make me unaccountably sad:
- Truffle oil isn't really infused with truffles
- Online dating. I spent some time trying to fill out a profile on Ok/Cupid before deciding being lonely was probably easier than fabricating and documenting ways in which I'm unique and exciting.
- Freya. Will I ever beat Guitar Hero on expert? Not at this rate.
Things that make me happy:
- SpamKarma. Saved my life, where by life I mean, you know, blog
- New music. Car Wash for Peace. Wax Tailor. Heartbreak World Silversun Pickups. Cloud Cult. Peter Bjorn and John.
- The Burg
- Parties themed around food wrapped in dough
- 7th Inning Stretch in Milwaukee
- Man Diego
- San Francisco in the daytime. Significantly reduced sense that one will be attacked and killed.
- Mojitos, as always.
- Grilled cheese at Tiny's. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Things about which I am ambivalent:
- Frost/Nixon. I'm glad Zan convinced me to see it, and it was very well staged and provocative and well-acted, but it's somehow annoying that facts were manipulated for dramatic effect (real video, real transcripts)
- Autograph Man. Entertaining, but a little disjointed and not as good as White Teeth.
- Orthotics. With new shoes, they're better, but not perfect. Am I doomed? Discuss.
- Zombie Movies. Somehow Dolapo dragged me to see both Grindhouse and 28 Weeks Later (even though I was much more excited to see Kirsten Dun...Spiderman 3). They were fun and all, but especially Planet Terror (the first part of Grindhouse - the second part is an awesome Quentin Tarantino flick that inspired me to rent Reservoir Dogs) had me cringing the whole time and left me wondering what sort of terrible thing was around the corner in everything I encountered from then on. Damn you, Dolapo, damn you.
