That Shea Stadium Shirt Was Supposed to Be Mine, Dammit

A couple months ago I ordered a cool Shea Stadium shirt from this eBay store called Smith and Pooter. I'm here to say they suck arse. After the shirt was sent to the wrong address (possibly my fault, not sure), I paid additional shipping for them to resend it. I never got it, and these hipster douche bags offered me no form of compensation. Apparently, their policy is if you don't get the overpriced item you ordered, tough shit.

Talk about bad business.


I've sold Cookie Chaos! on using PayPal for the past few years and have had just one problem arise in that time. Somehow an order got lost in the shuffle and I had an angry buyer go through PayPal's system to try to get a refund. I felt awful about it when I got the message through PayPal about this dissatisfied customer. Really, I felt super crappy about it. So, to make up for the delay in getting the order out, I rushed it out priority mail and provided a partial refund.

That's the way to do good business and just plain treat people the way you'd like to be treated.

I'm also proud to say my seller feedback on eBay, where Cookie Chaos! is also sold, is 100% positive.

Anti-Bloomberg Trans Fat Laden Brunch

My belly's processing a yummy breakfast I made this morning as a post rock 'n' roll show hangover cure. It turned out pretty damn tasty if I do say so myself. We watched Xavier Renegade Angel (totally fucked up new animated show from the amazing folks who brought us the also fucked up Wonder Showzen), and munched on potatoes, frittata, toasted pita and bacon (for the boys).

I've developed the potato recipe over the years. Today I fried up garlic (usually I add chopped onion, too, but didn't have any onions), cumin seeds and sesame seeds in olive oil and a little sesame oil, tossed in chopped taters, and seasoned with salt and pepper, cumin, cayenne and a little hot sauce. I melted some cheddar on top, but there's no need to do that really.

For the frittata, I sauteed garlic in olive oil and butter, added in chopped bell pepper, asparagus and cherry tomatoes, and some fresh dill and tarragon. Next came the eggs (whisked with half and half and salt and pepper). When it was mostly cooked, I added crumbled feta on top. Pretty yummy.



Now the bacon eaters are downstairs jammin out. The drums are shaking the floor up here; the computer desk is directly above the studio/comic book lair. It doesn't sound half bad. Now they're playin' their own tunes as opposed to the lame Replacements and Sabbath covers they were doin' before.

Last night we saw Mission of Burma at the relatively new Williamsburg Music Hall (the old North Six). They were incredible as always. Really. They're always amazing. They played a lot of tunes off of their most recent release, Obliterati, along with some new songs I'd never heard before and standards like Academy Fight Song. No That's When I Reach for My Revolver, though, much to the dismay of the dude standing next to me. One fun surprise: a raucous cover of MC5's Looking at You featuring Roger Miller's brother Ben on sax. His band, Third Border, opened. We caught the last few songs of their set and I liked it a lot -- good, artsy, noisy rock not unlike Mission.

Key West? Ka-ka-ka-YEAAAH!

Like roosters? Dig sunshine and stupid pirate and binge drinking themed t-shirts? Key West just may be the place for you. We just got back from a 5-day bender there. Very, very, very fun. Lots of genuinely cool people and a smattering of good dives, though the tiny town is laden with cheesy tourist traps, too. While I was there being a hungover lazy loser, my brother was near LA running a marathon and beating his best time. The kid made 30th place out of over 1,000 people, finishing in 3 hours, 7 minutes.



Way to go Matt! Or, as Dr. Rockso would say, Ka-ka-ka-YEAAAH!