Archive for January, 2011
Last night’s show, Playboy mansion, stuff I’ve written
On last night’s show, the very first Alison Rosen Is Your New Best Friend of the new year, we started talking about the band Zebrahead for some reason which allowed me to remind everyone that I’ve been to the Playboy Mansion three times, which I like to work into as many conversations as possible. Here’s the story I mentioned writing about Zebrahead shooting their video at the mansion.
And while we’re discussing my Playboy oeuvre, which we may as well discuss, here are some other stories I wrote from that time: Sex Ed., Sex Court, this thing.
While trying to find the above stories I just stumbled onto this. I think I’m on wikileaks.
Oh and listen to me on Adam Carolla’s show this week!
Happy 2011!
Is it too early for me to gripe? I don’t think so: Is there anything more annoying than when you’re trying to concentrate and someone tries to talk to you? Whenever I’m at the computer I feel like I’m trying to remember a number of things which may just be the effect of tabbed browsing and also my super high powered lightning quick brain (which can’t retain much) and then now that I’m living with eight hundred other human beings someone will come by and say hi in a very normal nice way and I will try my hardest to eke out the tiniest hello without losing whatever I’m trying to remember and without making them feel like an asshole for being friendly. Maybe I should do what everyone used to do at the magazine I worked for? Wear earphones that weren’t plugged in and greet any sort of intrusion with ferocious bitchiness? It’s a particular problem when trying to write any sort of blog post. Unlike writing a story or anything in a word document which feels linear in a way, writing a blog post always involves the feeling of juggling a bunch of balls. I don’t know why. That is all.
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