Vin Scully

Thinking about the Dodgers and also the Lakers' star-in-the-making Shannon Brown (or Sheezee Beezee as he's known to some of us), led me to thinking of Vin Scully and the following wonderful phrase: Marching and Chowder Society. As in, I am founding the Shannon Brown Marching and Chowder Society today. Everybody down with Sheezee Beezee is welcome to join.

Ol' Vin has used this phrase, sparingly of course, for years and years. It seems there's no clear-cut origin for the phrase, but it is clear that such societies were and are founded for the purposes of celebration.

So there you go. Such knowledge will evaporate upon Vin's passing into the great Hall of Fame in the Sky. It's my duty to make sure I trap some of his condensation.

Note: I have also previously founded the Jordan Farmar Marching and Chowder Society, so, you know, um, well, yeah.

Note Two: Some people say Chowder and Marching Society. Vin says Marching and Chowder Society. Thought I'd let you know that there is in fact a correct way.
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Live!

With an email sent to the core constituency, this blog is live.

To those of you who actually persist and get to speak to me on the phone, no, this is not a replacement for phone calls, as much I might like it to be. That said, this spot will likely be more informative and entertaining than any phone calls.

Enjoy, and spread the word like a fat person spreads mayo on white bread.
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As Planned

Spring '09 facial hair strikes fear and awe into the minds of Williamsburg denizens. I'd also attribute some of the fear and awe to the fact that my bulk cannot be squeezed into comically skinny jeans.

The pizza dude at Vinny's reminisced about his own similar tonsorial forays and my waitress this morning at Egg looked at me and said "Fuck! You look just like my uncle did when he was younger."

An 18 year old film student in the pizza place worried I was a bouncer when we were talking about his fake id (given to him by George Roy Hill IV, grandson of the director of Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid, The Sting, Slapshot & The World According to Garp).

It won't be long before I've got Williamsburg on lockdown.
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Arrival

Smooth as silk. Flight, taxi, etc. Cabbie was fast as hell and knew his way around Brooklyn.

Since it's Spring, the steamy piss-stink hasn't arrived yet.

Saw the apartment in Williamsburg that Jennifer wants to buy; she's just waiting for my opinion and the engineering report. I saw it today and it is awesome. Clean, modern, spacious for 785 sq. ft.
And a rooftop deck! Bam! View of Manhattan, including the Empire State Building.

The engineering inspection's tomorrow. Perhaps i'll snaps some photos. The current owners are willing to part with some of their furniture, so that may give a sense of what it'll look like when we get in there.

Before seeing the place this afternoon, I strolled around Williamsburg for a bit.

James, you were right. The HD quotient is almost overwhelmingly strong. I've got my work cut out for me. I'll be out on the street with my camera to post some flavor.

Jenn's real estate agent is a transplant from our City of Angels, and a die hard Laker fan. We rapped about Shannon Brown and the 'Show's potential foes. Perhaps I'll get to watch some games in a state other than teeth-gritting isolation, which would be nice.

'Til tomorrow, sportsfans.
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Moving, T Minus 6 Days

I'm bringing 34 years of finely honed procrastination skillz to bear on my move. Hell, I'm even impressing myself!

If I had my way, I'd put all my stuff in a pile and burn it, but I'd wager that's bad for the environment and would result in years of regret. But it would make me infinitely cooler.
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