February 3, 2004

Top 25!

2/3/04

This blog's traffic quadrupled today, thanks to the many fine diarists out there who liked the entry about the anthropomorphic shapes of the United States. A few of you wrote asking me who the hell I am, and where to start with this site. Thus I am being hopelessly self-referential and proffering My Top 25 Blog Entries That Inspired the Most Mail. Most of them don't have comments yet because I was still on Blogger then. But I guarantee this: the next hour of your time will go by in a heady rush of carbonated entertainment! Please enjoy. Or figure out what's wrong with me; either will do.

I propose to my girlfriend. This one, thanks to Ev, put me on the map.

I get married. Inspired much well-wishing, as well as a deluge of snarky comments about my tux.

I give thanks to the things that make my life bearable.

My very, very silly resumé.

I dispense careful advice for would-be actors. You better listen to me. I'm a fucking director, god dammit.

I get a kidney stone and write a blog after taking 3 Percosets.

We dine with Christoper Reeve.

I really hate New York sometimes.

These are the things 7th graders generally do not appreciate.

I hate America, especially after November 2002.

I go on Oprah (in 1994).

I clutch my fist and scream at a vengeful God about independent film.

The New Mercilessness.

God, weren't the heady late-'90s fabulous?

Weather suicide.

Hi, I'm Ian and I'm your fuckin' content generator.

Is slacking dead?

The Daisy Age Micro-Era (1987-91).

The creepiest shadow every caught on film.

Homosexual basketball teams of the early 20th century.

Rules for living in a group house. "Indispensable" – Chip Chapman

I get arrested for allegedly trying to smuggle Xanax from Canada.

The best university experience in the Western Hemisphere. Better than Dook, at any rate.

Where did all my coyly flamboyant mid-70s gay icons go?

We are living in a Lawn Dart Nation. And you are invited.


LATER...
The following entries were added by popular request!

Everyone loves quick non-boring photo essays: the drive to California, and the drive back.

Letter to the GOP from NYC!

Dook earns its place in the 14th Circle of Hell.

"Top Gun" sucks purple elk dicks.

Least favorite songs and least favorite lyrics EVER.

People that scare me, in order of intensity.

Requirements for a decent goddamn town.

Ski New Orleans!

Posted by irw at February 3, 2004 11:12 PM
Comments
Posted by: sbw at February 4, 2004 6:30 AM

Here is that link from Ev back in 2002:

http://www.evhead.com/archives/2002_05_01_arch.asp#85079326

Posted by: Johnny Rukavina at February 4, 2004 8:18 AM

Your genius for writing blog headlines is on par with Morrissey's gift for writing song titles.

Posted by: Donna at February 4, 2004 7:02 PM

I would be an idiot if I didn't tell you how much your greatest hits rocked. Well, they do, so there.

Posted by: scotty at February 4, 2004 8:18 PM

Ahhhhhhh yes, the contractual "greatest" hits package. That wonderful moment in time when johnny-come-latelys overwhelm the ian "hipsters" who have always loved him but never bought enough albums to put a steak on his plate. Why, I remember hearing Ian ranting about Bobby Hurley's god-like mug at the famous '94 Cat's Cradle show (You know, the one where Ian sounded tighter than ever? No? Some fan.) Somebody validate me!!!!

Posted by: Ian at February 4, 2004 10:15 PM


Thanks, Johnny and Donna - Donna, your site is awesome.

And yes, Scotty, time to get a little BBQ and brunswick stew on my plate. What, you think this shit comes free?

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