13 posts tagged “qotd”

What's your motto?

you'll thank me later.

If you could only save one thing in a house fire (thing, not person), what would it be and why?
Submitted by donnunn.

Any (or all) of Courtney's furniture pieces.  I can't imagine losing those.

What's your favorite drink or cocktail? What's in it?
Question submitted by charm.vox.com

An Old Fashioned.  Because I, myself, am old fashioned.  My once and favorite neighborhood bar, Bar 821 (aka "The Secret Neighborhood bar that the Marina crowd doesn't know about, unlike Fly across the street") used to serve it with soju substituting for the whiskey.  Wacky, but it worked.  Then the Marina crowd found my bar, the menu changed, and the Old Fashioned was gone.  Can still get one from the crazy bartender @ the Orbit Room, fortunately.

If I can't get the Old Fashioned, then I'll try for an Olde English 800. Failing that, whatever she's having.

What's one thing that you hope to do or accomplish before the end of this year?

absolution.

Standing in line at the United terminal, SFO airport. 9/13/2001, trying, just like the guy in front of me, to get a ticket home on the planes that were soon to start flying again. Talking to the guy in front of me about all the same things everybody was talking about that week, planes and buildings, explosions, the state of the world, the sudden uncertainty. The same conversation I'd been having with every other person I met that week, except after about thirty minutes I realized the guy in front of me was Bruce Campbell, of "Evil Dead" fame.

I decided not to say anything about it. We kept chatting, and eventually someone came around to bump him to the line for the people with first class tickets. But as he was walking away, I couldn't help myself, and asked: "Hey, so, you're Bruce Campbell, right?"

"Yup."

"Groovy."

when i was around nine years old my father drove my brother and i out past the harris county limits (illegal inside 'em, perfectly fine once you get out) so we could fire off black cats and bottle rockets. it was fun for about thirty minutes, up until dad shot one straight at a billboard and it immediately went up in flames. then the police came. we rode out the rest of the night in the waiting room at the just-outside-harris-county police station.

good fireworks from my mom that night, too.

i'm in the ATL.

i think we're going to the mall.

tequila. and prostitutes. body shots for everybody!

this list is in no way comprehensive, but it's a start. also, more or less in the order that they mattered (which is not necessarily the order in which i first heard them):

mr. mister, "welcome to the real world"
van halen, "1984"
beastie boys, "high plains drifter"
the pogues, "the turkish song of the damned"
the pixies, "where is my mind?"
soul coughing, "bus to beelzebub"
replacements, "alex chilton"
fat boy slim, "the weekend starts here"

those of you who have been around the block will remember the fine, fine commercial that accompanied my last startup, deepleap, filmed by the ever-talented ben brown, directed by the equally talented bryan boyer, and starting the wildly amusing jim bishop all dressed up in red flannel pajamas.

i wish i could dig up a copy online, but i have no idea where it's archived. ben?

update: bryan boyer to the rescue with the video archives.