Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Monday, October 14, 2002 I think the thing you said is true. I'm going to die alone and sad....Highlights/Happyish Moments/Realizations/Observations from Last Night:
~I'm officially in love with anyone who stands with his feet pointing inwards.
~When you go to see most artists in concert, their set list is very predictable. All the big hits, all their new songs. Not the case. He only played 3 songs from Gold and 2 from Demolition.
~He was hilarious. I haven't laughed out loud so much at a concert before (yes, even more than BNL).
~He garnered points for using the word aubergine, and saying that he only knew the word from Steel Magnolias.
~He garnered more points for saying, "I said God Damn!" a la Mia Wallace.
~"Come Pick Me Up". Last song. Fucking beautiful.
~I need to start swearing more often.
~The show was totally acoustic, so it was pretty much just him playing the guitar or piano and incredibly mellow. I was floored by how phenomenal his voice sounded. And what a talented musician he is. But even though it was mellow, he was all over the place with this boundless energy. But when he was playing, it was absolutely silent throughout the whole theatre.
~He had a record player on stage and was playing "Like a Virgin" so he could play the guitar part to go along with it.
~Between songs, people were pretty frequently yelling out songs they wanted him to play, and at one point some guy yelled out super-loud, "Summer of '69!!!" Ryan proceeded to jokingly say, "Alright, turn the house lights on so I can find the mother fucker who said that." And it was done. The guy was all standing up in the balcony. R.A. pulled $$ out of his pocket and said, "Here's your $30 back. You can leave now. Or I'll hang on to this for band-aids for you later." Pretty hilarious. The next song he sat down for he started with a "Bought my first real 6-string...."
~No one could ever make smoking as sexy as he does.
~I'm convinced that people like him don't exist.
~I've never seen a performer enjoy themselves on stage as much as he did. It wasn't just going through the motions. That's probably why he played for close to 2 1/2 hours. Plus he played quite a few songs with the duo that opened too.
It was easily one of the best shows I've ever seen. And I swear I say this shit everytime I go see a concert. But he was better because of what I already said. It wasn't the canned set-list. He enjoyed himself, and he was just excellent. Don't pass up the opportunity to go see him when he comes to your town. You'll regret it. And I'll yell at you.
As a result, I'm kind of down today. I don't know if his songs make me sad, but I just am....I hate to rant on for the fiftieth time why about the same thing, so I'll hold my tongue for now. Isn't this getting boring? Me complaining about the same fucking bullshit that is never going to change?
Well, Pnut and I are going to see David Sedaris speak tonight. It should be pretty hilarious. But I'm going to go now so I can finish my work before Pnut gets here. Talk to you tomorrow.
4:54 PM
