The Un-cooler Than You Blog

When did Tom Cruise suddenly become Nathan Thurm? I knew that. You don't know anything. And, I will add the disclaimer that while Tom Cruise is acting mighty kooky in public these days, he turns out some really entertaining performances in some pretty enjoyable movies - so whatever it is, it's working for him. But please Tom, stop giving interviews!

'I'm passionate about life' - Today Entertainment - MSNBC.com

The Chicago Police Department's "Ho or Jo" website no longer lists the arrest location. They must have read my blog!

Correction on the correction: The arrest address is back, and the site also now lets you search by District! Sweet!

When you look at this photo, study the man on the right. Why does he get to be exempt from makeup? Is his devilish facial hair enough? Or is he the drummer?

Rock And Roll Confidential | Your Band Sucks

Ever since we got a fruit tray from Costco, Chris & I have been on a mango loving kick. A mango spree, if you will. Chris works with a couple of guys from Jamaica who laugh at our love for stateside mangos, as they apparently cannot compare with the goodness of pure Jamaican fruit.

Now, in fear of being arrested and/or having our photos put up on a humiliation website for fruit smugglers, let's just say that one Jamaican Bombay Mango was left on our doorstep. Fresh from Jamaica. It was easy to eat! Easy to cut! And yummmmmmmy. Now we join our Jamaican friends and scoff at the Stanley's selection of bland mango. Why can't we buy them in the US?

I took a comparison shot of the Mango of Mysterious Origin next to a mango from Jerry's Fruit Market, but the sheer brilliance of the mango killed the camera. So just imagine it. It's three times bigger, first of all. And not red. And you can slice it around and pop off the top, and grab the pit with your teeth and pull it out! Go to Jamaica and order the fruit salad.

I hated Napoleon Dynamite!
I don't know who is playing on the Warped Tour - really, I can't even make fun of it, because I have no idea!
I don't wear ironic shoes! In fact, I don't wear anything that could be considered ironic!
I love Broadway musicals!
I don't buy cheap beer to make a statement - I buy it because it is cheap!
I don't wear soccer clothing!
I don't have any tattoos! Really! It's true! In fact, I think tattoos are STUPID! Yeah, I said it!
No interesting piercings, either! I can barely get it together enough to wear earrings!

There's more, but I don't want to bore you. What's un-cool about you? Post a comment and tell me!

It's me! 

By anything?
I think the new CPD Webpage that features hooker/john mugshots is great. Everyone should try it. What better way to find out the latest hotspots to pick up a date, or check it obsessively to see if you recognize any coworkers?
According to the Tribune story, Mayor Daley warned that prospective johns 'now face public humiliation.' While they will definitely be facing it, I don't think it's enough to change anyone's ways. They seem a little harder than that.

So, never to be one on the cutting edge, I saw Wendy McClure's book a couple of weeks ago at the Book Cellar. Unfortunately, it was one of those days when I was looking, not buying. Then, I found the book's website, which led me to Wendy's site Pound(y.)

We were at Borders on Saturday to buy an audio book for Chris's dad, and I did the thing I most despise about Borders/BN - I read the first two chapters while Chris was looking at cookbooks. To me, it is practically shoplifting. It's also why I can never get a nice clean copy of anything at Borders or BN, they are all beat to hell by people who sat down and licked their fingers and touched the pages (ew.) It's like used book shopping at full price. We bought the audio book but decided to make our book purchases at Book Cellar because 1) we like them and 2) we are in their book buyer club. But ANYWAY.

We went back to Book Cellar last night and I bought the book - Wendy won the "Choose Your Own Adventure" award for being the first book in a while that I yanked out of the bag and read immediately. I'm almost done.

I have a friend-crush on Wendy -I am wondering if I ever bumped into her at Lincolnwood Town Center but didn't notice because I was busy trying to pretend I wasn't there.
Buy Wendy's book!

So, I have named this blog BlogRock, as if it were a town the Flintstones might have dinner in or something. I will probably write very little about "Rock" or, for that matter, "Rawk."

I accidentally got sucked into creating this because I wanted to post a comment on someone else's blog and didn't realize I could click another tab to just be anonymous. So, you're stuck with me.

I wonder who reads these? Aside from celebrity bloggers, really - who just randomly decides to read this post I am creating? Probably nobody! But hey, millions of people are writing how they feel about stuff, I suppose I can too.