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I'm a happy boy!

I couldn’t be happier.

Hopefully it will stay like this until October,


…chances are I was wearing these shoes.

Farewell, old friend.

Those Kermit-centric Adidas were given to me by a friend as a Christmas present back in 2011. Since then, I’ve worn them pretty much every day. They were my meeting shoes of choice (they always sparked a conversation), and have touched the ground of eight different countries (nine, I guess, if you include the U.S.).

To be read: Over the last two-plus years, these shoes have been extremely loved.

Sadly, that love was starting to show, and a couple of holes in the soles recently sealed their fate.

So farewell, old friend! I loved slipping my feet into you.

Man, that sounds so dirty.

But wait! Is that a new pair of sweet Adidas I see approaching on the horizon?

Hello, new friend!

Indeed it is!

Also, I’m not entirely saying goodbye. I kept a couple of souvenirs.


It’s shoe hard… to say goodbye… to yesterday,


Last February, after the Berlinale, KB and I took a side trip to Budapest with our good friend Emily. While there, we visited the House of Hungarian Wines, where this happened.

On this year’s post-Berlinale adventure, KB, Emily, and I were joined by our good friend Rebecca. The four of us decided to drive to Brussels for a quick three-night/four-day Belgian trip.

We hit up a ton of bars during our short stay, but there was one bar in particular that we really wanted to get into. We dubbed it “The Cool Kids Bar,” not because that’s what it was called, but because every time we’d try and go it would be packed with people who would just stare out the windows at us, as if to say, “Not for you, Americans. You are neither cool nor kids.”

But on our last night there we tried one last time… and found an open table!

We went in and toasted our first beers of the evening to the Cool Kids Bar.

The Cool Kids Bar in Brussels: Drink One.

By the second round, Emily was already getting bored with the conversation.

The Cool Kids Bar in Brussels: Drink Two.

By the third beer, KB was falling asleep at the table. I know, big shock.

The Cool Kids Bar in Brussels: Drink Three.

By beer number four, KB was down for the count, which encouraged some bribery and pranks between Emily and Rebecca.

The Cool Kids Bar in Brussels: Drink Four.

By our fifth beer, KB exploded from her sleep coma with fisticuffs!

The Cool Kids Bar in Brussels: Drink Five.

But by our sixth and final round, the girls were friends again.

The Cool Kids Bar in Brussels: Drink Six.

And then they made out.

I’m not sharing those photos,


PS: If you ever find yourself in Brussels, the bar is actually called Au Daringman.

…these skull doorknobs from Forever Fineness:

WANT: Skull doorknobs from Forever Fineness.

And this table (titled Paint Or Die, But Love Me) from designer John Nouanesing:

WANT: John Nouanesing's "Paint Or Die, But Love Me."



What a weirdo.

That can’t be comfortable,


Mr. Fabulous loves Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles!

It only took a piece of breakfast sausage on her nose to get that shot,


…three six packs of toilet paper waiting for us!

My mom came in to watch our beasts while we were gone. While she did, she also got caught up (actually, ahead) on our Toilet Paper of the Month subscription.

Before she left, she gave us our sixth, seventh, and eighth installments for February, March, and April: six-packs of Ology, Melody, and Jubilee.

Toilet Papers of the Month: February, March, and April!

Some of that packaging looks like it belongs on a Trapper Keeper,


February 19th, 2014: Katherine Bryja

February 19th, 2014: Justin Shady

February 19th, 2014: Mr. Fabulous

February 19th, 2014: Meatshake

February 19th, 2014: Heisenberg

Three-hundred and sixty-five days later.

Again, we’re doing something like this.

Four years worth,



Again, the Netherlands is weird,


…I don’t think I’d enter the bar in Berlin that has this scary painting on its door.

Not... sure... what's... happening... here.

I guess they’ve been warned,


Old Poop!