tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84901062011-11-27T19:25:04.028-06:00Balancing in the WindyMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.comBlogger6321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-84220452572730976892011-02-15T22:23:00.001-06:002011-02-15T22:24:54.671-06:00

Mastodon: "Oblivion" Live At The Aragon out 3/15 Mastodon | Myspace Music Videos Cricky. It's like (Yes on Meth + Motorhead on Vicodon) dropped in a vat of LSD. (hornypervslikeme note lovely breasts around 2:31) = "Call meeeee" heh heh [Motodd: maybe not alive, but not dead] :-)

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-50622933322590919172011-02-12T22:30:00.000-06:002011-02-12T22:30:57.930-06:00

I might try to come back here again. Unstretch my Internet Rubber Band before it snaps.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-7210395987961258572008-10-30T00:01:00.002-05:002008-10-30T00:05:58.298-05:00

Posting has been delayed here due to the fact notalot has happened.Posts will follow when something interesting actually happens.Until then, if you wish, you may browse archives (and feel free to comment) or follow my lame reblogging and lame original posts on my not-yet-blocked-at-work Tumblr.Thank you.Sincerely,Mac

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-68069029125621628772008-10-14T23:06:00.000-05:002008-10-14T23:06:21.540-05:00

I played with colored sand.And you can too!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-91744613520130828342008-09-21T22:09:00.001-05:002008-09-21T22:12:11.648-05:00

Boy, all this financial trouble sure sounds bad. It's really a good thing I'll only be marginally affected--wait, what is that you say? Goldman Sachs?!?Shit, you here that screaming whoooshing sound? Yeah, that's the sound of my 401K dropping into an abyss!Mother-fucker!Well, let's hope the Sach sacks-up; because, if I have to live much more frugally, I'll be eating dirt and drinking my own pee.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-79649077226877453992008-09-15T22:49:00.006-05:002008-09-15T23:03:47.963-05:00

Drinking fist-fulls of Jameson and paying bills online is probably not the best of combinations, but it takes a bit of the pain out of it.*"Wage-release" is the new hep way of saying, "paying bills."Actually, it isn't, but I think it should be the new way. Please start blogging it this way, and linking back to this post: this might gain my some micro-cewebrity LOL.(and, yes, I'm re-posting this

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-21702360207632172112008-09-10T00:16:00.007-05:002008-09-10T00:24:28.979-05:00

Even if you're feeling negative, at least you feel something at all, right?Or, we could go back to here.Aw, just feeling a bit tipsy and moody, move along, nothing to see here...

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-58490310676262923162008-09-04T23:26:00.006-05:002008-09-04T23:33:58.085-05:00

I just walked by a large mirror in my apartment, and made the mistake of looking into it, at what I am wearing:my old, large black lounging-around-not-leaving-the apartment glassesa spring/summer black robe covered in cat hair (thank you, Lilly)Guinness string sleepwear pants (again, with the cat hair)no socksblue slippers that are falling apartand a white t-shirt with a hole in the collar, with

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-53580754366873683722008-09-04T22:46:00.000-05:002008-09-08T01:21:07.059-05:00

Seriously: Chicagoist: Summer Gun Violence.WTF?!?Enough!Chill, mutherfuckers, chill!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-52301875124357694532008-09-03T23:44:00.009-05:002008-09-04T00:37:17.180-05:00

When he sang, "The Bitch is Back"That's right, ladies and gentleman! The one, the only, the evil, the thieving, the worst manager ever:BOSS FRANTIC![I'll pause while you all catch up on those links to the past.]------ hmm-hmm-hmmmhmm---Okay.As some of you may know, my part time job is closing at its current location near the end of October, and then it'll move a couple of store fronts down to a

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-91179844641302587702008-09-02T21:30:00.004-05:002008-09-02T22:03:36.463-05:00

See that clock?I got it for a birthday in 1984, maybe. That little GE fake wood panel box woke my lanky butt up through some of junior high, all of high school and college, and most of the time I've lived in Chicago.I still got that little guy. I now listen to WLUW in the kitchen, just did tonight for a bit as a matter of fact.Still works great, for the most part, except of a missing knob on the

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-32711614451960687512008-09-01T21:59:00.009-05:002008-09-01T22:56:57.304-05:00

But at least Clay and Sean attempted, halfway.Or is that worse, to only attempt halfway?"[Chicago] is a Vampire...""[Bloc Party] is playing at the Whiskey tonight...""Don't you wish you could go back?""Go back where?"I don't know, just back."All he knew, at that moment, was that he was a 37 year old man, sitting on a stoop, drinking his 3rd beer, and it was dark out. The stoop light stopped

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-34894127939589126732008-09-01T15:16:00.006-05:002008-09-01T15:19:37.328-05:00

I've started hanging out over here. I mean, screw it, I'm there Forty Hours A Week with so little to do.Until I get Dooced, that is; then, who knows?

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-85931734607684341022008-08-06T23:10:00.005-05:002008-08-06T23:14:53.841-05:00

But this video about two guys testing their mettle against Olympic athletes cracked me up.Good for them!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-38439323698166837092008-07-30T22:58:00.005-05:002008-07-30T23:05:33.060-05:00

Ran into some people on Facebook, saw some OLD pics, and fell victim to a hit and run of nostalgia.So, I randomly picked an old post and cracked myself up.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-15171129821453895502008-07-24T19:46:00.010-05:002008-07-24T20:31:56.384-05:00

on top of the Sears Tower, and then we totally did it. Twice.Today, I had fun at work. Mind you, I didn't do any work, but had fun here. As you can see from my timestamps, I spent most of the day online, posting a Yin-yang of comments (some good, some bad). Those Gawker Commenters crack me up!Eh, whattaya gonna do?(Billie Piper is lovely, and when I found this syrupy video, I had to include it!)

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-5113177616626782582008-07-17T22:32:00.006-05:002008-07-17T23:36:33.392-05:00

Summer 2008:Gas prices through the stratosphere.Over $1000 in car repairs.Annoyances galore at The Bank.More hours at The Part-time job, sucking all my energy and annihilated my "social life." However, that job is like a Love Fest Laugh Fest compared to The Bank.Grandpa M. died.Grandma M. wants to die, like, NOW!Still counting myself among The Poors.Currently sweating my balls off as I type.The

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-18648763038727833972008-06-25T22:04:00.005-05:002008-06-25T22:19:42.655-05:00

I know I'm late to the honoring.George Carlin cracked me up as a kid (my friend had a couple of his stand-ups on records).Below, I place two of my favorite routines.God Bless You George!And my favorite stuff:

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-8817441381892969832008-06-10T21:20:00.003-05:002008-06-10T21:59:46.112-05:00

I don't remember what age I was, but I grew up on Phil Donahue. After school, I'd watch it and learn various stuff that's still probably imbedded in my psyche. Even at that young age, I always thought he was one of the best in this genre, he seemed genuine and fair on all subjects. And he he did it in this episode, though the crap day time shows in this genre today would probably go out of their

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-39776571128331429462008-06-10T21:15:00.004-05:002008-06-10T21:20:20.398-05:00

BUT: after seeing this picture of a Cubs fan (on left), I may start cutting work and lurking on Addison and Clark in hopes of meeting this woman...and praying to all the living Gods, she drinks enough during and after the game to fall in lust with me!Sweet Perfection!*droooooool*

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-64614410275226577182008-06-06T01:33:00.005-05:002008-06-10T21:15:41.404-05:00

Sometimes, I think this lie, told to me with all the good intentions and love of family and friends, may be the root of my problems.You're a good boy. You're a smart boy. There's someone out there for you. Just work hard and it'll all work out. You're funny. People are all good at heart. Etc, etc, etc.I've always said as a youth and college kid, "just tell me, good or bad, just tell me exactly

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-60242751168402320752008-05-26T18:33:00.008-05:002008-05-26T19:06:31.635-05:00

Most times, while mentally plodding stumbling skimming through articles in The New Yorker, I have only a vague idea what the author is describing or talking about. Politics bore or annoy me; music reviews rarely interest me or are "so last week"; and ballet and plays are really meant to be seen then read about in depth, I think. Generally, I get through most of the magazine with collar flipped up

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-21363196063899529052008-05-14T00:07:00.005-05:002008-05-14T00:18:57.599-05:00

or teach me.The Dresden Dolls - "Sing" Music VideoSometimes I feel nostalgia for love from both the past and the future.Sometimes I feel if everyone heard this song, they's get it, whatever "it" is.Sometimes I feel like everyone is laughably rushing about, grabbing this or grabbing that; and it all turns to sand in thier grasp.Falls to Earth and fades away.Gone.Sometimes I think, "if I could just

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-74243339608789476862008-05-08T23:22:00.010-05:002008-05-09T00:19:47.516-05:00

We're just going to pretend that line is true tonight even though the reverse probably rings more True*.I'm bored and, ironically, sober on a Thirsty Thursday. Haven't had a drink tonight (read: to lazy to stop at the store for drinks).And tired.Biggie J. called off today at The Bank, "my back is bothering me," is what the voice mail said; actually, it said, "my bbaghk ith buthrin me" because the

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-71603838081485047682008-04-21T20:50:00.005-05:002008-04-21T21:05:23.939-05:00

and all I got was this AWESOME T-shirt!!!Hell Yeah.Finally, all those years of watching porn created a sort of Method Acting/Writing which paid off; I became the man in the story.And then I did a little dance, again.(I'll now be telling the ladies I am a professional blogger; I mean, a t-shirt is a form of payment, no?)(that's right; I am a dork)

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-25885539751479240722008-03-31T22:34:00.006-05:002008-04-03T22:19:57.815-05:00

March 2008: WTF?I'll let Henry speak for me for a couple of minutes.It's been a soggy month in My Cube.Car broke down for a week, walked to work.I decided to stop seeing someone, still have to break it officially (the hardest phone call, well besides informing/being informed someone died). It wasn't really a relationship, per se, but it still sucks. I only sort of know what happened, I know how

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-69000767663551302282008-03-18T23:49:00.004-05:002008-03-19T00:04:01.177-05:00

Finally, all that slacking off at The Bank paid off (well, not exactly $paid$ off, but fun in any event). As you all (3 people) know, I spend about 99% of my work day here and here, passing time and attempting to be clever or something.Progress made:I got a caption used here.And a photo used here. (okay, not my photo...she took the photo, but my Flickr stream was used, so that counts, right?).

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-20978118585425774222008-03-18T00:32:00.001-05:002008-03-18T00:32:26.171-05:00

Abandoned house Originally uploaded by Mac(3).Worn outbrown and whiteleft alonerottingtiredalonegrown overhas potentiallooking for an ownerhas a catweedsempty insideno trespassers wantedbut wants occupantsroof flaking awaybeaten-down under the sunbetter to be torn down, make room for newforgottenboarded uplost on the plainfor rentfor saleoff the beaten path

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-21586660044446815822008-03-01T19:11:00.003-06:002008-03-01T19:16:57.155-06:00

Poor Winnie the Pooh got his ass sent to Vietnam.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-53960701105095919382008-02-05T02:45:00.000-06:002008-02-05T03:25:04.406-06:00

Ho-hum.I'm bored, and my eyes are bugging out."What," you may ask, "the hell are you doing? Drunk and insomnia?"No, I've decided to stay up all night."Know thyself" it is written, and I do.I know if I fell asleep at my normal time I would pull a total coma through the blaring alarms (yes, alarms, there are 3 set for every morning), and miss my cab, miss my flight and put my travel plans into

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-18606249477926960522008-02-04T23:15:00.000-06:002008-02-05T00:03:50.931-06:00

Yep, the count down is in the single digits.Around Four a.m. or so, I should be lugging a suitcase through the snow and into a cab which will then swishhhhh me to O'Hare. At that point, in the wind and sleet and shouts of, "you can't park here..move along!" on some curb outside Terminal Two, I will smoke my final cigarette before I find myself trapped in the airport, airplane, Houston "Fuck you"

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-15916057772006416572008-01-09T22:55:00.000-06:002008-01-09T22:59:53.184-06:00

But R.D. has a story to tell!Hopefully, it never turns out like that whole "toothbrush/Polaroid Spring Break" urban myth!!!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-58487706201393435182007-12-31T18:53:00.000-06:002007-12-31T18:59:09.649-06:00

From both Lilly:And me:Out with the Old Style (2007), and in with the New Style (2008).Yeah, I am being over-optimistic...whatever.Take care, take it easy, take it when you can!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-9030416849849194702007-12-16T00:10:00.000-06:002007-12-16T00:14:37.869-06:00

I feel this guy, yo!Thank you Chicagoist!Damn, I'm weary. Worked around/over 60 hours this week, and have 9 more tomorrow at the part-time job. I rarely know what day it is if it weren't for the emails at work listing the time and day they plop into the inbox. It felt like Friday 3 days in a row.I've recently asked myself, "to what does this all amount?"I mean, really? All these hours, with

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-55285848394028371302007-12-04T23:28:00.000-06:002007-12-04T23:47:39.322-06:00

Apparently, people are really into searching for pictures of the great Italian dictator to download and frame for the holiday gifts this year. Upon checking my Sitemeter account, this snowy cold night, I discovered that 23 or my last 43 visitors ended up on this page because of this link I used to describe one of my former bosses (Boss Fanatic).Oddly, when you do a comcast search for Mussolini

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-90070187733820053492007-11-12T15:05:00.000-06:002007-11-12T15:22:50.286-06:00

Apologies for the silence hanging in The Cube lately; there just hasn't been much going on.True, I went to Court (fucking twice) against that scumbag (K. Hester: trannie, cracked up hooker, robber, and check forger) who mugged me a couple of months ago. Each time the piece of shit got a continuance (unemployed, no lawyer). At least I don't have to show up a third time, I've been excused.Other

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-61748736066373688312007-10-10T20:53:00.000-05:002007-10-11T22:48:23.472-05:00

This week (and last week) have been mind-numbingly slow and boring at The Bank; to the point where I've nearly outright told my coworker (Biggie J.), "dude, shut the door, I'm taking a nap in the storeroom." Though not quite ballsy (yet) enough to go that far, I stayed fairly true to the regular schedule of (non) events and routines at work. Merely add in more smoking more coffee, longer lunch

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-51617413195319335212007-10-08T22:38:00.000-05:002007-10-08T22:43:02.030-05:00

Found this (.pdf) in a "link" search.I pop up on like page 17 and 20.Weird, My Cube apparently participated in a study proving personal blogs are not a threat to "Traditional" media outlets such as The Tribune and The Sun-times here in Chicago.Interesting, but obvious?

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-5901914651985722582007-09-18T23:54:00.000-05:002007-09-26T20:32:13.255-05:00

Some poor guy just got shot in the street, across from bedroom window. And, once again, I thought the shots were M-80s. Two rang out in rapid succession, followed by around five to seven in a slower, steadier pace.A couple of days after this, I ran into the HHUN (who moved) at The Bank; she said she knew this guy. He got hit in the neck, and is now paralyzed from the neck/top of the chest

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-74757099487228817802007-09-15T13:24:00.001-05:002007-09-15T14:44:16.114-05:00

"...because she (and I) always knew it was going to be like that, and it was...."It's Thursday after work, I go home, pay some bills, watch a little TV, planning on staying home and reading, listening to classical music.But then I drank the last of the Jameson, and felt better, and then my mind clicked, just like Brick (Paul Newman) says in his speech in the bedroom. That little lever flicks

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-15313643705304757732007-08-31T01:42:00.000-05:002007-08-31T01:52:48.086-05:00

It's been a strange and pathetic few weeks.I've been getting to know the drug-addled street-wise blurry-vision racing-heart underbelly of my neighborhood a little. Four o'clock in the morning conversations are crazy.The Mark II Lounge, should be renamed The Mac II Living Room.Isabella at Gallagher's spoke to me last Friday (she speaks English, someone lied to me!). What did she say? Um, the

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-5109642813871875262007-08-11T18:43:00.000-05:002007-08-11T19:02:00.865-05:00

On Schmaps.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-66838133350876124612007-08-07T23:43:00.000-05:002007-08-07T23:48:34.873-05:00

Random thought while driving in the morning muggy filmy heat. Thinking about The War and human assholes in general:MORE KISSING/ LESS KILLINGJust a thought; maybe I can figure out a way to sell it in My Shop?Also, if you see any of my pictures you'd like to have on a mug, T-shirt, poster, or underwear, let me know. We could work something out.Off to sweat in bed!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-13490890416749368532007-07-16T21:18:00.000-05:002007-07-16T21:31:26.573-05:00

You shake the champagne bottle slowly, steadily.You unwind that weird wire cage thing that holds the cork in the top.You wedge both thumbs between bottle and cork and pryyyyy.(Plip)The cork just slips out and falls straight to the floor. No pop, no explosion of bubbly, no spray on the walls and ceiling.Huh.Now what?That's how I feel a little right now.I remembered and added a couple more places

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-16292107329153499802007-07-16T19:11:00.000-05:002007-07-16T21:04:04.565-05:00

I want a Smart Car!Up to 50 miles to the gallon and able to find a parking space anywhere!?!Hell Yeah!(please click my Paypal button to the right to donate, thanks ha ha)

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-88996272391676583782007-07-13T21:52:00.000-05:002007-07-13T21:59:20.459-05:00

There is bumping clomping upon the back stairs. The sound of plastic rubbing sliding against the brick walls.The HHUN is apparently moving out.Fare thee well sexy maiden. We never spoken, but I heard you often. Yelling at your dog Simba. Screaming what's up girl into your phone outside my kitchen window. Arguing with Calvin in the street, on the stoop, and into the street again. I heard you

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-69198387422949367232007-07-07T17:25:00.000-05:002007-07-07T17:33:24.616-05:00

The sun is still up, and I'm actually going out of the house on my one day off...too meet friends even!My friend M.W. (one of the Z-Boys) is having a cook-out and outdoor movie in his back yard (cinema set-up thanks to the creative Doodlehead) and I'm going to stumble over there hung-over and coughing or not. Too many cigarettes, beers, and shots bought by the Mark II Lounge (#261) manager for

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-67044948753046956142007-07-02T20:01:00.000-05:002007-07-02T20:13:29.373-05:00

I hang with one of the maintenance guys at The Bank. He's a 60-something official freaking D.O.M. (Dirty Old Man), always grinding on about all "these G-ddamn morons that work here," and talks about the "big tittied blond" in the office across from The Gopher Hole; he cracks me up. Shit, I'd invite him to a party, if I threw one. He'd keep me and my friends in stitches with his stories about

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-12228651451848839592007-06-29T00:07:00.000-05:002007-06-29T00:20:44.955-05:00

If you're looking for me (or just someplace to drink), I am planning to Drone Out With My Bone Out at The Empty Bottle (#105) on Friday.One of the Z-boys' side project, Good House Stuff is playing at 10:00 p.m.Check 'em out, they're a lovely bunch of coconuts!The rest of the line-up to watch/listen/cross-your-arms and bob-ya-head to would be:8pm The Number None9pm Matt Clark10pm Good Stuff

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-17147353617418505502007-06-26T20:20:00.000-05:002007-06-26T22:25:59.121-05:00

As you may have read, when Biggie J. isn't on one of his thousand weeks of vacation, I have a little free time The Bank. I use these periods during the day, sitting in The Gopher Hole surrounded by the dust and garbage, as productively as possible: surf the net. Mainly, I check Chicagoist, Gapersblock, and Gawker approximately 13 times throughout the day to see what cool things are going on in

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-91043268668906286112007-06-12T20:54:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.272-05:00

This is a sort of montage/listy thing of a typical workday at The Bank:Leave home late (fifteen to twenty minutes late).Spend ride to post office berating myself for always being late.Smoke two cigarettes during ride.Fight/swerve/U-turn for a parking space as close as possible to the post office front door.If the Caller Window is open, make small talk with Larry. A big burly mean (teddy bear

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-30173920213511751822007-06-04T20:36:00.000-05:002007-06-04T21:41:47.282-05:00

It's going to be a long hot summer, and I may become a cat on a hot tin roof.After a sober Saturday night (my date? meet? non-date? fell through due to a mysteriously reoccurring flat tire on her car), I awoke refreshed on Sunday and actually made it to the part-time job ON TIME (to much noting and joking by crew and management alike). The day flew by quickly with low sales and high traffic. I

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-6451011179050582322007-06-01T22:30:00.001-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.274-05:00

Altered-states Originally uploaded by Mac(3).Going out tonight, alone again.This week at The Bank, even though I was bored out of my freaking mind, all I saw was red (Fugazi allusion, anyone?).Gonna chill with some cold ones, and I'll probably wind up walking home in the rain tonight/tomorrow morning.It's cool, it's usual.I'm feeling in a rut again, I'm feeling slightly numb again; but there is 3

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-41076405803402867742007-05-24T23:27:00.000-05:002007-05-24T23:28:54.876-05:00

sweet.

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I'm in a couple of those moments at The Bank where you find yourself taking a stand. I'm trying to argue points and define my position, and I suddenly find myself in a meeting in The Gopher Hole with my two top management team, Harley A and The Castro.I don't do well in these kinds of positions: my lips tremble, I lose my train of thought, my arguments get out of focus, I lean toward arguing The

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-5852660847142085162007-05-18T23:39:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.278-05:00

#261because:I'm bored.I've had a (typically) lousy week.I've got a belly-full of Jameson.I'm horny (yes, shock to my friends...I lust!)My booty-call is with her kid this weekend.There's nothing on TV.I'm Drunk.And I've got no "boys to call" to have a B.N.O. with...my Bestest Wingman is a thousand miles away....Fucker! (just kidding).Wish me luck, eh?[update---well, I got drunk anyway, right?]

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-17585604517307980562007-05-14T23:53:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.281-05:00

What I thought were 3 M-80s outside my window, turned out to be a story I will may not be telling my parents.They aren't big fans of the city-life as it is.(Crawling to bed now, staying away from the windows)

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-22917215071722039242007-05-10T22:23:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.285-05:00

To find the car.A scrawled, pen drawn picture of a woman in jeans and a black t-shirt leaning against a beer cooler in the corner of an L-shaped bar. Her word bubble says, "ZZZZZZZZ." Titled: Bartenders across the world-- Friday: no rapido.Just the words: "Fucking Fat balding guy from WI. Life of the party.Picture of a FAT beetle with six circles and three lines on its back. Text written under

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-21523983900335082082007-05-10T18:16:00.000-05:002007-05-24T22:01:35.059-05:00

My friend and I have entered a bunch of slogans in Gawker's Slogan contest.It's easy and fun! Yay!Just scroll through the lot, and vote for the following:(you would if we were true friends *wink wink cow-eyes*)Got Guilt?My Job Sucks....Do You?Hispanic at the DiscoJewslamic ChristianGot Funk, Need Noise.Gawk Out With Your Cawk OutGawker Scratches My ItchI don't stare at YOUR third nipple!Awesome

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-17387118502989088872007-05-09T23:03:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.288-05:00

Okay, not really.I've been writhing sweating moaning holding my head with a crazy-high fever all week. My fever finally broke a few hours ago, and I ate a ham sandwich which tasted like manna from Heaven (hadn't eaten in about two days).Now about the water bed: the fever sweats nearly drowned me last night, this morning my bed looked like someone dumped a large bucket of water on it. Eeewwww!

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or:Mac Attempts To Get Laid; Screws Self InsteadTuesday:Sonotheque---Z-boysYou've had a two days at work. Surfed the net, fended off whiny bankers, argued with coworkers about what your job is and is not. You need a drink by 3 in the afternoon. You leave work on time for once, but irritated at yourself and the workplace as usual. You get home and remember the Z-boys are playing tonight. You take

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-58225487196381467282007-04-12T00:35:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.295-05:00

For anyone wanting to buy me a beer on a "school night," you might find me at The Little Star tomorrow...maybe. I went out on Tuesday and barely dragged my ass through both jobs today. It's been an intoxicating couple of weeks (updates to follow soon, I promise!), so I'll probably be sick again by next Wednesday.Anyway, to start my beer tab, come to (or check with me, friends):Little Star6224

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-66972991950064307222007-04-03T20:16:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.297-05:00

In a nutshell:Work is lame, people I work with are irritating, the work feels meaningless, and am bored and irritated all day at work.And I come home all tired and shit.I need a Beer Break, a Tippling Tuesday, if you will.And what incredible luck. My chums are playing a FREE show at Sonotheque tonight. Come join me and buy a round, I need it. And, besides, it's FREE. Doors open at 9 o'clock

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-53891353159300298402007-03-17T15:30:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:14:26.301-05:00

I'm drinking Irish beer, listening to Bollywood music, in an African-American/Mexican neighborhood, while uploading photos from my Edinburgh, Scotland trip.All I need is an Asian person (I'm going to Doodlehead's later, so that'll do), some Russian Vodka, a Thai hooker, and I'll have a freaking U.N. microcosm moment here.Drink safe, and drink lots, may the road rise to meet you, the wind always

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-280599698638645572007-02-26T09:09:00.000-06:002007-02-26T09:24:09.062-06:00

I stink.I slept horribly last night, tossed and turned, awakened covered in cold cold sweat. I sit here typing when I should be scheduling a cab to O'Hare, or finishing packing (the damn lid won't shut!)I stink.God knows what evil toxins are creeping out my wet pores right now: coffee, cigarette smoke, second-hand Crack smoke leftover from Friday night? All I know, is it smells like rotting

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-62788643399758136512007-02-21T00:34:00.001-06:002007-02-21T00:52:00.963-06:00

Advice for FreshOriginally uploaded by Mac(3).Sorry for the long delay in posts, pics, and what-not, but I've had a lot on my mind. For, you see, I am preparing for a trip to the fair hills and dales of Edinburgh, Scotland."But, Mac, that's a long way to go just for a drink," you may say.Now, true, I am excited to sample a tipple or two of beers born and bred in European soil and vats, but I am

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-16819199936094312642007-01-31T22:07:00.000-06:002007-02-21T00:50:24.967-06:00

And I sure as hell ain't moving to Houston or Detroit.Go Beers! I mean, Bears!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-65976984349007219392007-01-17T23:29:00.000-06:002007-06-26T21:14:26.304-05:00

I am sipping a beer, the first in two - 3 weeks (been sick, ya know). I have just mopped the floor, scrubbed the sinks, went all Hazmat on the toilet, and vacuumed the rugs (well, as much as I could do until the fucker started smoking. Instead of sweet Lilac, my apartment current smells of burnt rubber and melted steel)."Mac, what's up with the uncharacteristic cleaning binge?" you may ask? (And,

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-85590413008833326022007-01-13T22:43:00.000-06:002007-06-26T21:14:26.307-05:00

What has Mac been drinking this past week or so, you ask?Gallons of this and that.Cheers, and bottoms up!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-27909507443546203582007-01-05T20:37:00.000-06:002007-06-26T21:14:26.310-05:00

My friend Mike's side project Good Stuff House will be playing this Saturday night (the 6th) at Las Manos Gallery in Andersonville.For this show Scott Tuma will be playing pump organ, Matt will be on guitar and Mike'll be on "invented" instruments (WTF?).In visual addition, his kick-ass photography is also on display (part of a group nocturnal urban landscapes show).[Update: 9:44 p.m.-- Mike and

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Anyone going out tonight?Post in comments, and maybe I'll meet you there.[Update: 10:45 p.m.-- screw it, I'm going to Gallaghers (#264)...why not, right?)

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From Mac and Lilly.Good luck to us all.

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Halfway through work today, Santa brought me a stuffy nose, aching body, a headache, and a sore throat. No coal, though, so I must have been good this year, no?Ugh. Sniff. Moan. Cough.What did you all get?

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-32069513261432980552006-12-21T23:08:00.000-06:002006-12-21T23:16:12.738-06:00

The Cube has finally completed it's switch from Blogger in Beta to the new Blogger.Whoo-hoo!More lame stories of drinking and wandering and observing to come; until then, please enjoy my updated Flickr account.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1165713100623147182006-12-09T18:53:00.000-06:002006-12-09T19:20:31.456-06:00

In two hours or so, I'll have a tiny appetizer plate in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, surrounded by twinkling lights, dance/pop music and a thousand coworkers from my part-time job. Getting there and back will probably be a huge, expensive pain in the ass: a cab-ride from My Cube to the Loop and back.Mike emailed me an invite to this, but I am feeling tired and moody (closed

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1165471644652173842006-12-07T00:06:00.000-06:002006-12-07T00:07:24.676-06:00

You want this chick on your side.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1165386604497112352006-12-06T00:30:00.000-06:002006-12-06T00:41:19.473-06:00

At Gallagher'sOriginally uploaded by Mac(3).I only have a blurry belchy blackout-filled idea where October went. It disappeared into the bottom of a cheap domestic beer can.Working two jobs and somehow, accidentally, blowing off a lot of my friends, I found myself at Gallagher's (#264) on most every Friday night during October and November until early Saturday grim mornings (fuck! It's December

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1163482396648771302006-11-13T23:32:00.000-06:002006-11-13T23:33:16.680-06:00

What do you mean it's now November?oh.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1160460205645964682006-10-10T01:00:00.000-05:002006-10-10T01:03:25.666-05:00

Uh-oh.After reading this post Complex Carrie's, I am suddenly expecting a weekend full of animals...again.Ha ha.

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Post- John Galt Gallery Originally uploaded by Mac(3).and looking for my Sweet Bettie (Blue).

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1158640893251306252006-09-18T23:38:00.000-05:002006-09-18T23:41:33.276-05:00

After leaving a blah day at work, I turn the corner, and walk down the block to my car.That's when someone from an apartment window on high fucking spits on me.A huge watery white foamy gushing splat of spit all down my arm.I hate people sometimes.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1157686545297553752006-09-07T22:31:00.000-05:002006-09-07T22:35:45.323-05:00

...................................Crap. I think I'm going out tonight.(In honor of the Timeless Thirsty Thursday)

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1157169561408057472006-09-01T22:56:00.000-05:002006-09-01T22:59:21.430-05:00

It's a nasty surprise when you mix citrus-flavored vodka and lemon-flavored tonic, take a huge first gulp, and only then realize you've accidentally bought lemon-flavored water.Blech!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1156222387274555682006-08-21T23:05:00.000-05:002006-08-22T00:02:23.776-05:00

While reading the August 7&14, 2006 New Yorker, I came upon this quote:"'I am tired of my own thoughts and fancies and my own mode of expressing them, ' Hawthorne wrote not many months before he died." These past few weeks, my own thinking mirrors that line. Hell, who am I fooling; I've felt that way for years.I've been up to stuff, "adventuring" as my grandfather J.E.S. would call it.I've closed

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1155008974344453782006-08-14T22:07:00.000-05:002006-08-30T20:29:36.570-05:00

Two Weekend Ago: A summary.Work week at The Bank sucked: tons of little projects weighing me down with practically no help from Big J., nagging Marketing M., little support from bosses, and an overall negative vibe from coworkers (they all want to quit.)"When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking."At my part-time job, Voiceover J. got promoted to a floor supervisor (but at another store,

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1155188071539781252006-08-10T00:24:00.000-05:002006-08-10T00:34:31.583-05:00

Besides their excellent sounds, they read Bret Easton Ellis (one of my favs)!An excerpt from Pitchfork Media:"...'Song for Clay' (formerly 'Merge on the Freeway'), inspired by the main character of Bret Easton Ellis' novel Less Than Zero. "Yay!Thanks to Stereogum (again and again for showing me the way)I am so looking forward to hearing more and more of The Bloc Party![related: for more

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Or:Why my Neighbors will never ask me to Pet-sit again.My neighbors, Carrie and Justin, are summering at a beautiful east coast location, so they asked me to look in on their pets while away. No problem; I've done this before and finished the job with no animals dying and all my fingers intact, so Easy-breezy, right?Typical routine every night after work: walk over, feed the cat, attempt to

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1154315890726207772006-07-30T22:18:00.000-05:002006-07-30T22:18:10.826-05:00

Where do I hand this in?!?!Odd that Hunter S. Thompson grew up in Louisville?"Yes, please send me 3 liters; for research purposes of the highest importance, of course!"--Professor Mac

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1149996911905494272006-07-18T21:21:00.000-05:002006-07-18T23:07:13.430-05:00

A fistful of Fridays ago (June 9th):I awoke in sunlight after this dream. I didn't know what to think, how to feel. I stared at the ceiling for a while, stroking Lilly, trying to sort it out. I didn't.Here's the dream before I awoke:I'm sitting in my bedroom, on one of my unfinished dining chairs without a shirt. I'm wearing black jeans. The room is filled with the brightest sunlight, no shadows

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1153192950949495362006-07-17T22:18:00.000-05:002006-07-17T22:22:30.960-05:00

If a woman demands you touch her breast, you do so: no matter what!*Or I will for you. (just kidding A. and T.)*According to Chapter Five, Article 6 of the Man's Town Secret Handbook.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1152661549336506442006-07-11T18:45:00.000-05:002006-07-11T18:45:49.373-05:00

but sign me THE FUCK UP for this:CNN.com - Mystic mushrooms spawn magic event - July 11, 2006I hope my previous experiences don't disqualify me, no matter how positively biased I may be toward them.3 caps in a Taco Bell Beef Meximelt, please and thank you.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1152427494971275952006-07-09T01:44:00.000-05:002006-07-09T01:44:54.973-05:00

http://www.tastypopsicle.com/maps/cta.asp

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1152426951126100012006-07-09T01:30:00.000-05:002006-07-09T01:35:51.136-05:00

at midnight.And I was doing so well, drinking water all day while doing domestic chores and such.It's little boy-ish acts like these that probably explain why I'll be a bachelor till death, work low-life-low-paying jobs, and this blog has gone to shit.Hell, I can't even be bothered to update my latest drinking adventures (coming soon).Ah-well: cheers!

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1151722930227487082006-06-30T21:56:00.000-05:002006-06-30T22:04:29.330-05:00

I am bored.I called Complex Carrie and Justin, to see if they wanted to come over and watch Where the Buffalo Roam (I had an urge to see it again), but was denied. A couple of beers and a few songs later, I've decided to go OUT. (Further!)I'm feeling the pull of the beast of the city, the nag of the neighborhood; so my plan is to walk over to Clark Street and plant my ass at the first bar I find/

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1151186432171616712006-06-24T17:00:00.000-05:002006-06-24T17:00:32.263-05:00

VICE GUIDE TO CHICAGOI almost want to move there, now.Oh, wait: I do live here.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1150948217341836402006-06-21T22:12:00.000-05:002006-06-21T23:11:59.276-05:00

So, you may be asking yourself, "where the hell has Mac been?"I know a great amount of time has passed with little to no updates. Sorry 'bout that. Since working at The Bank, my thinking about money has changed... a bit.In the past, and really still, the focus is on how to make it paycheck to paycheck. Still holds true, but not as "by the skin of our teeth" close. Then, when you add-in being

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1150605917385208542006-06-17T23:45:00.000-05:002006-06-17T23:45:17.463-05:00

CNN.com - Art teacher in hot water over topless photos - Jun 17, 2006

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1150258733001771372006-06-13T22:58:00.000-05:002006-06-13T23:20:59.223-05:00

That's right, I'm going to a baseball game tomorrow night. Cubs vs. Houston (Oilers? Oh, Astros)With my boss and her boss and another coworker.The coworker is L.S., who used to work with me at my part time job. This event came together as a way for D.BBoss to thank her for referring me to the job at The Bank. See, bank employees get $500 for employee referrals that stay employed at The Bank, but

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490106.post-1149996894506256312006-06-10T22:31:00.000-05:002006-06-10T22:36:18.326-05:00

Tiffin Indian restaurantOriginally uploaded by Mac(3).Back in late May, this photo made the Short List for inclusion on a website.I haven't downloaded the site, but here's proof that they picked me!Mac on Schmap.com

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It's been a shitty week.And this phrase goes through my head on a loop. I don't know where it came from (a Google search comes up with this). I find it interesting it's on a Sadness and Anxiety page."Death Camp Flowers.""Death Camp Flowers.""Death Camp Flowers."What does it mean? Beauty among evil? Goodness can live in Bad Times?I want to use this phrase in a poem or story, but the flow stops

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