oh man... gq wrote an open letter to the grammy awards. it's awesome.
notable quotes:
"See, that's your problem, Grammy. You're about as edgy as a Saturn full of Creed fans."
"P.S. If Sting farted into a Ziploc, would it get Song of the Year or Record of the Year?"
hahahah! gold i tells ya!
Posted by Pete at 11:57 AM | Comments (0)i had the opportunity to dine at les halles yesterday. yes, that's tony bourdain's restaurant and yes, he's the guy who wrote kitchen confidential. it wasn't too crowded and the onion soup and hanger steak were excellent.
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so i've been in sf all week working my ass off. i've had some fun seeing my pals too, but overall i'm exhausted and ready for being home. home is cold. home is good.
Posted by Pete at 02:08 PM | Comments (0)holy crap what a slackass i am. well, perhaps i should kick off this tweedy new year with a decidedly non-tweedy article. this is awesome! more shizz later.
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