Adam’s Car is an Upholstered Roofie
Sorry the latest Back to Work is running late. It’s my fault.
To tide you over, here’s the last three minutes of s01e16.
It’s a show about productivity. As you know.
You are welcome.
Sandycapped
“Say, ‘Hello,’ Autocorrect.”
Thank Heaven I didn’t ask if he was working “heads-down.”
Regarding Lonelysandwich
The Pipeline #22: Adam Lisagor | 5by5
Dan’s spanking new interview with Adam is a pure gem. Listen to it (mp3).
If, for the past three years, you’ve been cryogenically frozen, doing time in that Midnight Express prison, or living inside a Tupperware bowl, you may not know Adam Lisagor. Of course, for any variety of reasons, since you’re seeing this thing you’re theoretically reading right now, the chances are good that you do know him and already enjoy one or more of the properties in his growing empire on a regular basis.
If you do know Sandy, you already know he’s just the best. And, Dan’s wonderful, intimate, hilarious, and uncommonly insightful helicopter tour of the varied terrain of my friend’s complex topography is unmissable. Really. Listen to it. It’s good.
Pose (by the twilite kid)
JasPer and RasPaz. Just Married.
What a delightful couple, and what a delightful day. So very lovely.
And with the help of an officiant who buried the needle. So beautiful.
Man. If you’re still calling buttons on Facebook, “friends,” you need to start getting invited to sexier weddings. My, but these two attract a fine and handsome class of humans.
Here’s to many years of non-electronic face time. They’ve certainly earned it.
(That said: too bad about Jeff, though. Better luck next time, JefPer!)
Source: Flickr / thetwilitekid
Well, that was my easiest renewal of the month.
And, y’know, it’s still true.
Before the Twitter. Before the prototyping. Before The Aristocrats. Before the Kottkeblogging. Before the Don Draper. Before the Estelle Getty. Before the noises rested.
Before all of that intimacy of my properly knowing The Sandwich, there was the meeting of The Sandwich at Macworld 2007.
Regrettably, I remember very little about this particular night; I was, to use a term from internal medicine, staggeringly drunk.
But, I do treasure this picture. Because, it’s like Elvis meeting Nixon. And, Leo Laporte. Who, I’m pretty sure was who Sandy really wanted to meet.
Which is fine and totally understandable. But, again, I kind of can’t remember.
Still. Nice photo.
Source: Flickr / merlin
