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speculation
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09.16.08A LUCHADOR WILL FIND HIMSELF WITTY AND WITH CHILD.Within the past three days, both M. Night Shamalan and Michael Cera have both come to dine at my place of work, a happenstance I am choosing to take as a curiously fortuitous couplet which should clearly form the basis of a Hodgman-esque omen/portent prediction.
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02.27.08Oh, to be au courant![No wonder monetizing eyeballs1 isn't working for traditional media outlets trying to transport themselves meaningfully to the web;)] I've been reading New York magazine over RSS for some time now and always thought that most of their content didn't come through the feed to tempt me to buy the magazine itself (yeah right), but upon picking up the magazine for the first time in quite a while I realized that its heft (relative to a static screen at least) gives the impression of content that is simply not there; once you strip away the advertisements (of which there are many) ...
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01.23.08No games, just sports. Meh.Goodness, I just realized that my owner of the coffee shop where I "work" (those quotation marks are meant to be invalidating; I would not dare call my lounging near an espresso machine and masking my scorn for suburban business-people with giggles "work") is a poor facsimile of Mel Gibson's character in What Women Want - and I realize that it is totally embarrassing to be familiar with the ins and outs of such a "film" (again, invalidating quotation marks), but it was on TBS or TNT or some shit television station one insomnia-ridden night and I gave in to ...
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01.15.08few reservations i guess, but more than noneLast night I drank a South African Merlot, gorged on the remainder of a pint of Green and Black's Dark Chocolate ice cream, and watched Anthony Bourdain's show on the Travel Channel - which I found highly engaging in my otherwise slightly subdued wine-tipsiness - and spent far too long obsessing over how deeply I thought Bourdain might judge me were he to know the details of my "meal" (granted, I also had half a chocolate chip cookie), and feared that it would offend him though I ultimately decided that he would be proud of me for, at least, consuming ...