Cleveland Rocks - Broooce, Pierogis, and Me (A Photo Essay)

Take a short tour of my day in Cleveland to visit the Bruce Springsteen exhibit at the Rock Hall & Museum, and live vicariously through my pierogi eating experience.

 

Matt Eats Bad: First in a Series

Tuesday, June 8

8:30 p.m.

I leave to go to the store. Our Toyota Rav4 won't start. 

However, the brave little Kia I take to work every day does start, so I pick up a few things, including a pint of Ben & Jerry's Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream, which I eat while half-watching television. On my computer. 

I don't have cable. 

Anymore.

 

Wednesday, June 9

7 a.m.

Hey, here's a shocker: The car still won't start! I have breakfast, a bowl of Chex, half a banana, and coffee. My best meal of the day, health-wise; I still pour a teaspoon of sugar on the cereal. You know, for flava.

 

11 a.m.

Through a series of contusions far too uninteresting and complicated to divulge, I am at the Toyota dealership, and they are going to examine my car. 

I am peckish, so I visit the David Maus Cafe and purchase a pack of those little chocolate donuts, the ones that taste like they're covered in a thin layer of wax.

 

12:30 p.m.

Still at the dealer. Cell phone's almost dead, but I'm getting good wifi.

I return to the David Maus Cafe, where the broken fridge means there's no sandwiches for lunch. There is, however, pizza that's been bathed in those radioactive warming bulbs for hours. 

I order two slices and a Diet Coke (ha!); feeling frisky, I throw in a Kit-Kat bar. Why not? LIVE A LITTLE!

 

2 p.m.

The car is finally done; bad battery. I head home.

 

2:45 p.m.

My thoughtful wife, not realizing I'd already eaten because my cell phone died, brings home a Whopper value meal from Burger King for a late lunch. 

I eat the Whopper as some kind of decadent late-afternoon snack. 

 

8:30 p.m.

I'm finally hungry again, so off to the store I go, where I order a gigantic ham and swiss sub with lettuce and tomato, the only vegetables I've eaten all day, unless you count tomato sauce or the byproducts of the cocoa plant. No ice cream tonight. I have amazing self-control, as you can see.

 

9:30 p.m.

Stomach sated at last, I fall asleep on the couch. 

 

Me Online--Is it working? [Gaze Into My Navel]

I'm going to keep milking that Mad Men Yourself website for decades.

 

This is the part where I solicit valuable feedback from YOU, my tribe. 

Until last week, I had basically the following online "presences":

  • Alert Nerd (my group blog about geek stuff, maintained with pals)
  • Pop Geek (my "personal" blog for stuff that didn't fit on Alert Nerd, like reality TV shit)
  • Pop Geek Tumblr (where I'd throw stuff out for mainly Twitter purposes)
  • @mattspringer (me on Twitter)
  • Assorted Flickrs, YouTubes, and a Facebook I use to spread lies to my family that help disguise my questionable lifestyle choices 

I've been feeling kinda restless about my online life lately; I felt like I needed a change-up. One of my new idols is John Gruber of Daring Fireball who covers tech, Apple, and occasional pop culture and sports in a mix between linkblogging and original content. I can see myself fitting well into that mold with my own online presence, which inspired me to create this, my new Posterous, where EVERYTHING WILL NOW LIVE. 

(I'm not saying my goal is to get enough viewers to quit my job and linkblog and bullshit for a living, although from my fingers to God's ears on that one. But that's a model I find myself naturally sliding toward and I thought I'd gulp and take the leap.)

This means I've moved my Pop Geek content over here and will go through the slow eventual process of prettifying it in Posterous. It also means I won't be posting anymore to http://popgeek.tumblr.com although the content will live there indefinitely as I can't move the stuff over for some reason. I may crosspost all my Alert Nerd stuff here cause it will enable me to bypass our broken Wordpress install that refuses to allow us to schedule posts, and also would streamline the process of Tweeting about my posts as they go live. 

I feel a little gasbaggy typing all this out but I'm curious to hear what anyone in the world thinks of this, if you have even the slightest energy and brain space to spare thoughts on the future of my online home. Mostly I want to make sure that if you've gotten anything at all out of the things I do with my pointless existence, you will continue to do that through this site--a mix of original content, linkblogging, and William Shatner.

This is what I do. This is who I am. This is Pop Geek.