Or, would I rather drink bourbon and go to sleep? Let’s make it a quick one.
This site/blog is really overdue for a severe update. New SEO, new theme, new graphics, the whole shebang. Instead, I opted to pitch a tent over at Grubstreet LA this week. No matter how fast I typed, or how hard I tried to be punny, I could not get ahead of the curve ball as of tonight. It’s been a brutal experience this week at Grubstreet and I’ve discovered a few things. One of which is the fact that I’m just a hack of a writer. I’ve come to live with that. Reading restaurants blogs blogs and fancy cook books full of pictures does not make you more intelligible. On the other hand, I captioned an ex-President’s photo as “Big Dog” in this piece on Bill Clinton’s impromptu visit to The Chuchill (click on picture below):
That was fun. Shortly before that opportunity reached in my box, a Lewinsky’s schoolmate reminded us she was actually a pretty nice person. Of course I had to note The Churchill is a mere bicycle ride away from Monica’s alma mater.
On the same day, even though SQIRL Cafe probably didn’t appreciate the schlong jokes, an opportunity to toss in “swinging” “dong” “clams” “sexy jams”, “tease” and “arousal” all into a 100 word count. You bet your arse I was excited.
In the end though, this tweet from Dave Lieberman/dasubergeek was the only truism this week:
Certainly I hope there won’t be “four more years”, but for now, I shall continue to rail against utter bullshit such as a pseudo journalistic piece which recommends drunk dining at either Keungama or Myung Dong Kyoja. It may be fun to hook up with a Korean chick who speaks Hangul, but for the love of god, don’t send people to artificial naeng myeon and sullungtang. That’s just embarrassing.
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