Kid Pretentious

Matt and Kim: Deleted Scenes

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 23:45:00 +0000

So, hopefully most you have seen the interview I did with Matt and Kim for Flavorwire by now. It was a lot of fun, and M+K are probably two of the nicest people I have met, ever! So you know, fuck all the haters who think it's an act or that maybe they've changed because they started wearing Mountain Dew contact lenses for wheelbarrows of cash or something. They're the real deal. Anyway, here are a few choice stories that didn't make it for the article...most of them involve Matt getting hurt at Pratt.

Matt: I’ll never break a bone, ever. Well, I did go to the emergency room at Brooklyn hospital once, and it suuuuuuucks. It was my freshman year when I was living in Pantas, and my bike tire was rubbing on my frame, and rather than chewing the rim, I decided to cut the tread off with a box knife. I was pulling on it as hard as I could, and then bam, right into the hand. Hand wounds and stuff bleed a ton, and so I went to Brooklyn hospital. They just gave me a bucket and let the blood run out of it for six hours waiting for the ER. Then a med student stitched it up…I mean I was 18 so they must have thought I was up for whatever. So the med student put the needle in way too deep and the doctor is like “You put the needle in way too deep, so…” and I was like, I can hear you. I don’t think I got a bill.

Matt again, talking about his 5th floor sophomore dorm:

Matt: OK, so in my sophomore dorm in Willoughby Hall, my suitemate had gotten kicked out or something so we had an empty room, and my band started practicing in there. So we moved all our equipment inside, and then the day we had a show they locked the door and I couldn’t get in. But what I realized was that if I used this shovel I had, I could open the window on the other side, and I got that window open, so I tied a rope around my waist at one end and put the other end around a refrigerator, and like I leaned out the window, grabbed onto the other window sill and managed to pull myself inside the other room. So I was fine, I got all of our shit out of the room. But the RAs and stuff, they were like “How did you get in there?” and I was like “Well, I went in the window…” I was pretty much on academic probation the rest of the time I was here. I told my mom about it and that was a bad idea.

And finally, a little bit about whatever "scene" there was at Pratt back in the early 00's:

Well, it’s so bizarre in the first place that Pratt has no performing arts really, no dance, no music. I remember when people were trying to get them to make rooms for people to play music together, but as far as music happenings…I was in a band here that would play every week at people’s like, loft parties. We were called the manda knowa (sp?) and we sounded like AC/DC. We were Pratt’s party band and were awful, but it was really fun.

Matt and Kim - Daylight

Kid Pretentious vs. M83

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 03:16:00 +0000

So, over the weekend I got a last second chance to interview Anthony Gonzalez (aka M83) before his show at Irving Plaza. He was very funny (and as shy as you'd expect a French shoegazer to be) and a nice guy in general. Anyway, check out the interview on Flavorwire! The show itself was great...you haven't lived until you've gotten to see "Coleurs" live!

All Sorts of Promise

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:00:00 +0000

Jesus, is it the first day of the semester already? I guess it's not so bad...after battling a cold, having a few days without work, and huddling for warmth indoors during the freezing weather, I'm about ready to become mentally and physically exhausted again. Plus, I'm going to fucking graduate. This semester I'm going to write the shit out of my thesis, finish something I'll be proud of, and keep having fun. Also, it's always a good omen that school starts the same day as the best inauguration ever. It's historic and full of hope, I hear.

Also, I booked a flight to Dublin! I got a ludicrously cheap roundtrip plane ticket. I won't be bringing my laptop or going with anyone I know. This will either be the best thing ever or a total disaster. But I want to have one last adventure before I become a grownup. Not that I'm scared of the real world...I mean, I'll just be glad not to have to juggle work and school, to be able to do whatever I want when I come home at night and not worry about homework. I hope to not become someone that stays in every weeknight. Cause I do that now from all the work that comes with juggling school and work, and boy does staying in suck!

Goals for the semester: write better, blog harder, game harder, do everything to the EXTREME DUDE.

Anyway, Todd "Arms" Goldstein's other band, the Harlem Shakes, have a new album dropping soon, and this thing is magic. They're going to be huge, trust me. I also saw Arms play last night with other bands I've gushed over in the past, but that's another entry.

Harlem Shakes - Strictly Games

Procrastination Log: Week Two

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 01:27:00 +0000

Well, this procrastination log is a littler later than the last one, but hey, holiday weekend! Aside from this stuff I've been reading a lot of really rad articles in New York Stories. Tom Wolfe's "Radical Chic" essay is so rad! Anyway, here is what kept me from posting this week:

The 44 Presidents Coming, Heh

An Oldie But a Goodie: Why Videogame Journalism Sucks

This Whole "Ignore Tao Lin Until He Goes Away" Strategy Isn't Working

Drew Magary Tears Apart Asshole Sports Know-It-Alls

I Really Want to Rant About Terrible Person Mark Driscoll's Terrible Profile, But I Don't Want An Ulcer

Anyway, more procrastination has come from Gears of War 2 than anything else this week. Who doesn't like fun, retarded gameplay matched up with a terrible storyline? The next log will take place after week 1 of the new semester, which means I will have to procrastinate even harder. Until then!

Procrastination Log: Week One

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:45:00 +0000

You know what I do instead of blog and write more in general? I get distracted and read long internet articles! And from there I pester my friends to read them so that someone will talk to me about them. So from here on out, I'll try to tally whatever crap catches my eyes every week starting...now!

Adam Sternbergh Takes Down David Denby's Snark Without Snarking the Shit Out of Him

Uh, I Guess People Eat Squirrels in the UK Now

Speaking of the Times, They Might Go Out of Business Come May, At Least According to This Leap-of-Faith Hypothetical

ALIEN VS PREDATOR: A Poem for the Ages

Mick Foley, That Wrestler I Used to Watch Fight With a Sock, Reviews the Wrestler

Known Fat Guy Ricky Gervais Defends Hating Other Fats, Hilariously

Wonkette Absolutely Destroys Maureen Dowd's Pro-Caroline Kennedy Op-Ed

Flavorwire Interviews the Managing Editor of Pitchfork

Dude, Nazi Zombies

And with that, the things that helped me survive another week of boredom. Of course that doesn't include the many, many Wikipedia entries I numb my mind with. Should I add some commentary to these things? Probably. But I'm on vacation in Buffalo right now, so you'll have to cut me some slack while I drink and gorge myself on wings at the Anchor Bar. See you when my stomach and liver recover!

I'm a Neglectful Blog-Parent

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 22:49:00 +0000

Hey remember that time I neglected my blog for an insanely long time? No, not that time, the other time. No, the other time. Yeah, sorry about that. See, I have this thing called a thesis that kind of sucked all of my time away the last few months. Oh, and another thing called an internship. Well, I handed in a good chunk of my thesis (62 pages!) in the middle of December, and I've been drunk most of the time since! Ha ha, ignore that part if you're a potential employer who might be reading this. Oh right, said internship is ending next week, and I'm kind of at a loss for what to do next. Maybe I'll try being a kid one last semester before I officially become old and lame for the rest of my life.

Free time is hard to come by. Like, I mean free time where you don't have a clue what to do once you eat breakfast. On Saturday I had my first day of free time, free alone time since this past summer. Really. No homework, no field trip, no friends to see. I thought about going to the MoMa, forgot my student ID that gets me in free, and walked to Central Park. I walked, and then I sat, and then I wondered if this is what life will be like graduation and the economy leaves me hilariously unemployed (kidding, I have more confidence than that!). A possible New Year's Resolution: only get bored when I'm ready to. And I'm not. And I probably won't ever be.

Here is some obligatory culture crap. Best album: Dear Science,. Best Movie: Reprise. Best Book: Home. Best TV Show: Mad Men (more on that later). Best Blog: Wonkette, Wonkette, Wonkette.

Anyway, if you haven't heard the new Animal Collective yet, you probably should.

Animal Collective - My Girls

Sloppy Seconds, Eh

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 02:44:00 +0000

HA HA HA

Take the Next Train Home

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 04:24:00 +0000

That's a photo of the 1941 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, via the rad new Life magazine archives that Google put up. A bleaker photo would be one of Germany on Turkey Day in 1937. Oof! I'm very glad to be going home in two days after an insanely hectic week that put me on the verge of a nervous breakdown (or over the edge, who knows). I read a whole lot of Alred Kazin, Henry James, and Annie Dillard in an extremely short period of time as well as finishing my final workshop of the semester (soon the kill-me-now round of revisions before December 11). My weekend was spent reading Atmospheric Disturbances and a really great analysis of Antonio Negri in Bookforum, as well as a Saturday night that consisted of crepes, conversation, and whiskey (in that order). I also went to a cool show filled with DIY Bushwick bands, but that might deserve its own post. See you when I write away my turkey/beer layer!

Love is All Wishing Well

Oh, What A Paradise It Seems

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:29:00 +0000

For some reason I always picture John Cheever with a mustache. Whatever, the dude is still totally the man. I've been delving deeper into his archives as "thesis research." Speaking of which, that's sucking up all my time but going really well! More on that in after I hand in the first half in a few weeks. I need to get out of this city for at least a few days. Give me some fucking turducken! Here's a Mountain Goats/Kaki King song since apparently no one is releasing music anymore in honor of the Greatest Depression.

Mountain Goats and Kaki King - Black Pear Tree

I Love You, I'm Not a Robber

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 02:49:00 +0000

So here's the thing, life only gets busier. That's from a new Banksy exhibit in the West Village I checked out. Hey, did you see what happened to the economy?! I, for one, am not happy about the Greatest Depression. But hey, good news... Radar folded! Shit, let me try again... someone tried to assassinate Obama today! Um... he's going to win next week? Yeah, let's go with that. Next week is the election, one of the biggest papers of the semester, and one of my three workshop stories. That's not change we can believe in! I'll post again when I wake up from the coma I enter on November 6th. Just kidding! Wait, no I'm not. I can't stay away for too long, internet.

Alexis Taylor - I'm Not a Robber

What is a Starz! Classic?

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 23:16:00 +0000

I'd like to take this time to define a movie genre known as the Starz! Classic. I first started thinking about this breed of film last week when Jared made a reference to the movie Double Take, which in turn caused us to reminisce about the genius of Blue Streak. See, the Starz! Classic is a certain kind of comedy that you see over and over on Starz! (or its subsidiaries like Encore) that are somewhat mediocre, but nonetheless endearing. You don't mind watching them in the background...they're funny enough to make you laze about on the couch and turn off your brain for a couple of hours. They're not worth seeking out or paying for, but they're alright if it shows up in front of you...like the film version of a Bloc Party album. Other Starz! Classic movies include Sgt. Bilko, In the Army Now, and of course, Heavyweights, the genre's equivalent of Citizen Kane. See, a Starz! Classic is very different compared to the mediocre comedy offerings of a channel like HBO, which are more apt to show the equivalents of Dane Cook comedies throughout the past two decades. Fuck that noise! I'll take Evolution or The Replacements (Orlando Jones is the genre's Tom Hanks) over Waiting... or Accepted. Some day, the Academy will create a genre specifically for Starz! Classics. What would win this year? I'd guess something like Hamlet 2 or Forgetting Sarah Marshall, but you probably know better than I do.

Were you deprived of Starz! as a teenager? If so, I pity you. However, you can catch up now that Netflix just started streaming everything that airs on Starz! and Encore. Sadly though, that takes the fun out of unknowingly stumbling upon brilliant mediocrity.

The Decemberists - Valerie Plame

Unleashing the Beast

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 22:18:00 +0000

So, pretty much no one in Brooklyn has considered me overly political. I tend to keep quiet about my days in the Connecticut Green Party. Hell, I went to a national convention in 2002! I considered myself lucky since I thought I was over politics at age 15. Nothing gets done in politics because people are all too busy with their thumbs up their asses debating by-laws and stuff. You really have no control over it. But for a while, I was way too caught up in, debating people whenever I got the chance, and being a dick about politics in general. My blood pressure probably rose a lot. Life got much easier when I chilled the fuck out and stopped paying attention.
This was easy in 2004 because no one really gave a shit. We all knew Kerry was going to lose. Could there be a less viable candidate, someone dumb undecideds could hate more easily? Probably not, cause, y'know, flip-flop Swift Boat, hyuck hyuck.
But now it's 2008 and everyone's poor and angry. Obama is making people hopeful (he should use that word in his campaign, I think) and optimistic that we might not have politics as usual. People are paying attention. Stakes is mothafucking high, y'all. Anyway, WALNUTS! is scaring me more every day, and after the Katie Couric interview, Sarah Palin has gone from funny to sad fast.
Three days a week I edit political rants that usually don't have much substance and cause me to think long and hard about the world at large. Three TVs in the office play cable news simultaneously. When your ears prick up, it's hard not to get angry, hard not to want to do something. But we really can't. We can vote. So, do that. I'll take four years of Jimmy Carter over another four of Bush. That statement makes me cringe, yet everyone seems to think they're really witty when they say it! Sigh.
All this being said, I've started caring again. I'm bound to become a dick again. So...apologies in advance I guess?

Peter, Bjorn and John - School of Kraut

New Beginnings, etc etc

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 19:37:00 +0000

Oh shit, the summer's over! Today is my last day at Flavorpill. I'm pretty bummed that the internship is over...it's been a great summer, and everyone involved there is totally awesome to work with. They gave me some great fact-checking experience and the opportunity to write about some things I actually, y'know, like. Plus, parties and perks and good lunches, oh my! I'm still going to write for them, but for the most part I am moving on to bigger and better things...like The Huffington Post! You read correctly, folks, I start as a paid (!) blogging intern this Wednesday. That's both exciting and terrifying, and I wouldn't have made it there without my current internship. Thanks guys!

Here's some of the last few pieces I wrote while still an intern: Frances, Brooklyn Cyclones, Arms

My Senior thesis proposal is also due this Thursday. So...six days to get back in that rhythm? Life's about to get crazy. Well, crazier.

Final Fantasy - The Butcher

Getting Smarter Never Felt So Lame

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 16:51:00 +0000

The Pratt freshmen are here for orientation week. It's great to make fun of them from a distance and see how ridiculously they dress. To be fair, here's a picture of me the night before I left for college, and boy did I look retarded! I now use that ugly t-shirt when I go to the gym. What's really sad, though, is realizing that you'll never be as reckless as you were when you first got to college. Sleeping in until noon, drinking like, every night, poor judgment with girls, eating White Castle without worry for stomach pains - never again! I saw three shows and did irreversible damage to my liver that week. Barring a serious slide into lonliness and alcoholism, I'll never be that idiotic again. As much as I might miss doing reckless things without consequences, I wouldn't want to do it again. In retrospect, I guess I'm just glad I didn't dress like a lot of this year's assholes. Prattlers, good luck on the best and worst week of your life.

Ida Maria - Morning Light

Anywhere But Hartford

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 02:41:00 +0000

It seems like every other month Sharon and I talk about leaving New York. Partially, it's about money, but I guess it's about being fulfilled or something. Sharon usually suggests her home of Buffalo, where rent is dirt cheap (I'm looking more into Rhode Island, pictured above with both a beautiful skyline and a glamorous garbage can). Apparently, we're not alone in this line of thinking. New York actually wrote a story about moving away from the city and taking advantage of a decrepit city...Buffalo specifically! It is the type of place we will all live in once the suburbs become a wasteland.
It's hard for me to not consider moving ASAP when I read a story like that. I don't consider myself tied to this city. I'd never move back to Connecticut, which is a terrible place for a child in need of stimulation to grow up. Moving here was about finding myself (vomit) and learning what I'm comfortable with, how much bullshit I can handle and persevere through. I've come to a point in my life where I know who I am as a person, and this self-aware Stuff White People Like cliche can pack his bicycle and novel ideas to any city with a few restaurants and cheap rent. Is a non-corny, worthwhile life still livable outside of New York/Chicago/LA? It is once we stop letting geography inform who we are...but I probably won't know for sure myself for a few more years. Your vice grip can only last so long, New York!

David Byrne and Brian Eno - Home

Slaves! Slaves! Slaves!

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:19:00 +0000

You know what's worse than selling out? Graduating college and fighting for an underpaying job in an incestuous industry! Editorial assistant jobs and post-grad unpaid internships must land a step above Wal-Mart Greeter and a step below high school janitor in terms of awfulness. I'll take a steady income and write on the side before I dig my own grave. I wish I could say I miss my pre-Pratt romantic ideas of New York writers, but I guess that was even worse. Fuck it, I'm going to Rhode Island for the weekend. This post will be brought to you by Converse once they decide I'm worth paying.

Liars - Pure Unevil

It's Monday and I'd Rather be Writing Fiction

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 18:29:00 +0000

Instead I'm answering phones and watching this over and over.

Last Night Almost Did Him In

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 18:33:00 +0000

There were three bands from the L Magazine's Class of '07 feature that I ended up listening to: Vampire Weekend, White Rabbits, and Frances. While the two former artists shot to indie superstardom (VW) and middling indie purgatory (WR), Frances kept a low profile for the past year. However, they were probably the band that intrigued me the most when I first heard them. The only song of theirs that resembled a complete product was "Lighthouse", but it was a hell of a song. There were shades of bands like Neutral Milk Hotel and Half-Handed Cloud, as well as a fair share of Columbia bookishness. Well I've played the crap out of "Lighthouse", I kept waiting for more.
Well, the other day I got my needy little paws on the band's debut album, All the While, and it's just as stunning as I hoped it would be. With lush orchestrations and a sense of wonder and earnestness, this could easily end up on my "best of '08" list. Songs like "Cousin" and "Telephone" fulfill the promise I heard in that first demo. As for "Lighthouse" itself, it's been fleshed out with a crisper, cleaner productions and a fleshed out sound that loses none of the original greatness. The band opened that secret Rogue Wave show last weekend, and they're opening for the Walkmen this week. Keep an eye out for them, because they're going to be huge if there's any fairness in this indie landscape!

Frances - Lighthouse (Revised)

They Denied Me During The Seventh Inning Stretch, Though

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:23:00 +0000

There's this awkward period between ages 13 and 20 where baseball games are pretty much the most boring thing ever. Then you turn 21 and alcohol happens. My first experience with this came last night at a Brooklyn Cyclones game. The occasion: they were playing the Batavia Muckdogs, my girlfriend's hometown team. Like Batavia itself, they're pretty horrible! The cheap Brooklyn brews were great and all, but the best part was having a retarded side show at the top and bottom of every inning. Racing hot dog suits, human hamster wheels, and a RECYCLING COMPETITION. Also, a large portion of the crowd did the Cha Cha in the bottom of the fifth. No, it didn't go away when you graduated high school, apparently. Everything at Keyspan Park is the best kind of obnoxious. I even won a victory ball! If you've only got a passing interest in baseball, you might as well go here and spend half of what you would at a Yankees game. Sports! Two days in a row! I should post about books or something.

The Blow - Parantheses

I Like 'Splosions

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:24:00 +0000

You know, I really wasn't looking forward to the Olympics at all until I saw pictures of the opening ceremony. Does anyone else remember when Boyz II Men was supposed to be a main draw in 1996? Yikes. Hooray for fireworks and laser light shows! I found myself fascinated by rowing water polo over the weekend. Never thought I'd say that.
This of course meant the rarity of checking out Deadspin's weekend coverage. This weekend was guest-edited by Sarah Schorno. I officially nominate her to be an actual Deadspin editor. The site's felt less like required reading since Leitch left (expected), but Schorno just might be the perfect successor to make the site interesting again. What was great about Leitch's writing was that there was only a hint of snark, some straightforward reporting, and some sort of intelligent analytical insight. Not only does Schorno provide this amply, but she'd finally give Deadspin a, y'know, female writer (not that it should matter). She has every quality Leitch has, and unlike some of the site's writers (and some of the Deadspinoffs), she's not trying too hard to maintain the "Deadspin voice" or litter the page with insider jokes. Is that really so hard? Heck, it makes me wish she'd do more as a Huffington Post blogger.
More than anything this past weekend just showed that the weekday lineup might not be working out. While some of Daulerio's posts are interesting and insightful (like his Olympic opening post), a lot of them just seem gimmicky and perpetually fascinated with the sports media and its general misogyny than general Deadspinny coverage. Chandler always felt like a nice supplement to Leitch's coverage, but his voice sort of feels drowned out currently.
Meanwhile, Clay Travis seems to have found a niche even more marginalized than hockey bloggers. His posts generally cover some form of harmless (and occasionally fun) fratboy humor. And college football. A lot of college football. Sure, he's probably a nice enough dude in real life that I wouldn't get too annoyed by at a sports bar, but come on now, that can't carry a top-notch sports blog. Really, everyone should have been calling for his blood after reading his introductory post. Point is, all of these people could have a place in a Schorno-helmed Deadspin. Sure, Leitch managed to do this as a two-man (later three) operation, but he also posted with the vigor of a thousand Richard Lawsons. Let the new Deadspin begin!

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson - Buriedfed

You've Got Taste, What a Waste

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 16:42:00 +0000

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Well, the French Kicks played mostly songs from their new album last night. Coincidentally, their new album sucks pretty hard! That review sort of hangs itself by comparing it to old REM and U2 albums (which are boring). Basically, whatever seemed bland and mundane on their first three albums (half the songs) was increased to take over the show. While Two Thousand played to their strengths, Swimming did the opposite. We spent some time away from the crowd and lounging around before leaving early. On our way to the train we could make out the faint sounds of "One More Time". Damn it! Dave Hill fared better, berating children and showing a video featuring a young Aziz Ansari and uh...cheetah breast milk?

I've been reading more blogs than usual today to avoid real work. I wish I could read a book at work or something because I can feel my brain turning to mush and getting desperate for some intellectual stimulation! *punches self in face* Hey I'm posting an Okkervil River song even though I feel bad about that time Will Sheff told his fans not to do it. Did you know he used to work for Audiogalaxy? Am I the only one that remembers Audiogalaxy? Or Scour? I'm starting to feel e-old.

Okkervil River - Singer-Songwriter

Douche Chills!

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:08:00 +0000

So, is writing like Tucker Max an easy way to make money? Sometimes when I got bored in high school I used to talk like that to the table of WoW-playing nerds I sat with since I was a lonely boy that liked the Decemberists too much and not Dave Matthews. I didn't even get laid and I could talk like a know-it-all asshole! Basically, I bossed around the only people in school worse with women than I was. The weird part? They kind of liked it. A few weeks ago I was introducing some friends in Avon to Stuff White People Like and one of these same nerds from my past asked me if I read Tucker Max, calling him the "funniest dude on the internet". Sigh. Maybe I have a future in ghostwriting?

In other news:
-I wrote about Liza Minelli.
-I'm seeing a minor league baseball game this Monday...shudder. The opponent is from Sharon's home town! Also, it's totally "Bark in the Park" day. I'm going to try to bring a dog I walk. Nothing creepy about that, right?
-While fact-checking a semi-related listing at work last week I found out about a free show happening tonight in the Brooklyn Bridge Park with the French Kicks and Tiny Masters of Today. One of the two times I've seen the Kicks was a free outdoor campus show my freshman year. Guess sounding exactly the same on every song is great in an outdoor setting!
French Kicks - Also Ran

Nothing Good Will Come of This

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 01:55:00 +0000

Previously, I said that going home was starting to feel like vacation. Well, after a month and a half away I made another trek that pretty much entailed drinking when my body couldn't even handle it with my best friend Jordan (he's a soldier, son!). Anyway, I've realized that I haven't really had a vacation, or been out of the city for more then three days at a time. It's starting to show...constantly feeling overwhelmed, hating work more and more. School starts in less than a month! Shit. Too lazy to even blog. Right now, I'm trying to go somewhere, you know, vacation-y. It's looking like either Cape Cod with my family for a weekend (which they can't even confirm they're doing), a day trip to Rhode Island while visiting home, or a trip to Fire Island in Long Island. No verdict has been reached. Let's hope I can figure something out before labor day!

Where did you go on vacation this summer? Anywhere short and nearby?

Metronomy - Radio Ladio

You're Not Doing Your Part, Jerks!

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:48:00 +0000

See, this blog has been snoozeville since my laptop went kaput, and probably before that, what with all the half-assed navel-gazing. My MacBook (complete with shitty speakers!) may have been purchased last week, but YOU were supposed to pick up the slack for me in the mean time. You're supposed to make me money via user-generated content! That's how the internet works. I can't make a profit if you readers and elbo.ws trollers aren't going to do my work for me. I demand at least five witticisms and photoshops relating to the Montauk Monster on my desk by the end of the day! Or the morning I guess. I'll take what I can get! Excuse me while I light a cigar with an old 'zine I published (high five for paperless content!).

Kelley Polar - Entropy Reigns (In The Celestial City)

True to the Name

tomford@gmail.com (kid pretentious) — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:37:00 +0000

Somebody found this blog by googling "scott tomford is pretentious".

Mom?