Category Archives: stats

stats 7/1/2012

  • used my own power to traverse a grand total of 22 miles. I figure that was the best way to get used to getting back into the swing of NYC. To just push myself to the physical brink
  • consumed 2 beers, 2 cocktails and a little wine because the above didn’t work and the only solution is booze, the fuel of this city
  • ate BBQ flavored kettle corn. Just try and tell me it’s not transcendent

stats 6/24/2012

  • 11 hours spent on a bus
  • 4 different bus bathrooms in 4 different states; New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Maine. The Port Authority was by far the grossest, but for the man Portland ME
  • 25 plus nice things to say about one Mr Galen Owens, our buss driver from Boston to Maine. See attendant post for full details.

stats 6/22/2012

  • 7.7 hours spent sitting on a train trying to avoid any kid of eye contact with any of the other passengers. I resent you all and I want more than my allocated 16 inches of personal space that this train affords. There really should be arm rest dividers. At least on planes that keeps some of the fat contained on the the other side of the seat and not bleeding into my space and touching my thigh. Can you catch diabetes?
  • A whole day spent trying not to be cynical. God, that was tough. I think that I might have actually herniated a disk holding in my contempt. Ideas – fffbbbpppttt.
  • I am mostly kidding about the above. I love ideas, especially yours.

stats 6/14/2012

  • An hour spent laughing my GD face off at James Adomian’s taping at Union Hall. I was so right to weep when he was voted off Last Comic Standing. There is no accounting for taste.
  • 2 beers and a nice bike ride over a weird wooden bridge. There should really be a troll under that bridge, but I bet even the Gowanus Canal is not even habitable for trolls.
  • p-p-p-poke her face

stats 6/11/2012

  • listened to one poem calling comics “gay” and using words like ” truculent” and “clap trap flap trap flip jack” to describe jokes
  • farted twice in my cubical, woefully not when my cubemate was there. That guy deserves to be farted on
  • saw TomCruise, twice. Granted, once was in a fantasy of me killing him for his stupid movie making midtown Manhattan even more of a shitstorm than normal