Robb of the Day Nov. 17

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain was beating against the age rippled glass in a constant and persistent cadence.

Ok, just kidding.

It's now November and the chill is setting in. It's crazy to think that just 11 days ago, I was wearing a T-shirt, piled in with all the other 250,000 Obama-ites at Grant Park.

The one tried and true thing about this blog that has been consistent since it's beginning is that one of us is unemployed. So far, so good. I'm finishing up my fourth month of joblessness, and it's still looking bleak for future work. It's a dog-eat-dog world, and the hungry dog population in Chicago is just getting bigger.

What I need you to do, my dear readership, is to remember me when you're tired of your job. When you are pissed that you have to work late, or that you have to be on that cash register. Just know that there are worse situations that you could be in.

Also, now that I am thinking of it, if anybody has leads on retail or office manager style jobs, keep a dude like me in mind. By this point in my search, I ain't too proud to beg.

Robb of the Day - Oct 31 ZOMBIES!!!!!

Robb of the Day - Oct 27

New Robb of the Day labeling format - thought that the Romans might be getting tired. Figured that just using the date would be nice, since I'm not updating daily, and haven't at all for about a month.

Pimping Kopi Cafe, my fave little java joint in Andersonville. They make a mean Mexican Latte and have some serious chocolate chip cookies. I must say, even though I hit up Starbucks or Caribou when necessary, I really like these local indie places. They're so much more charming.

Robb of the Day XXXII - Skyline

Ahhh... Chicago.

Robb of the Day XXXI - Warhol'd

Nothing says "Ballscratch's 50th post!" better than me giving you the finger in four fresh, pop-art, Warhol ripping off colors.

His wig is spinning in his grave.

Coming soon, I announce an official search party for Livius, whom I haven't heard from (not even via text message - his proto-communication) for at least a month.

That will consist of me saying something along the lines of: "Anybody want to take over for Livius?"

It will be good times.

Happy 50th post Ballscratch! I didn't think you'd last.

Robb of the Day XXX - No funny stuff.

You were expecting some porn, or maybe a pic of Vin Diesel or Ice Cube? No such, bitches. Just me, messing with Photo Booth more.

I've got my eye on you.

Politicalized

Robb of the Day XXIX - Just... weird.

Thermal effect on Photo Booth really just interprets brightness as heat. You figure it out.

Robb of the Day XXVIII - Robb Witch Project

I'M SO SCARED!

Dude of the Day I

I'm feeling very dude today. Gotta take 'er easy before the big weekend of nonstop things going on.

Prick

I needed to kill some time before meeting with someone, so I hit up the Starbucks on Belmont and Clark.

I waited in the line while the cashier chatted with a customer in front me about stupid bullshit. After a minute or so (a minute is a long time when you're listening to annoying conversation,) annoying customer went away, and I stepped up to order my Vanilla Latte.

She was way too nice. She was so nice, I could tell she didn't care if I knew she was being fake. She was great at small talk, and was cheery to a fault. I ordered my drink, sure to say 'large'.

She chirped: "Venti Vanilla Latte." to the Barista, and I paid.

I found a seat, all the way to west side of the window facing Belmont. My phone rang, it was Shayne. I answered it, and as I did the barista called out my drink.

I walked over and thanked her, as I was talking to Shayne. Taking my latte, I walked back to my seat. As I approached, a short and pudgy black dude, probably in his sixties, was rushing toward my seat. Pushing past me, he said 'excuse me', and plopped down in my seat.

"Excuse me, I was sitting there."

"No you wasn't."

"My things are here, I just got my drin-"

"You bag is here, but you not sittin' here."

...

"Wow man. You're a fuckin PRICK, aren't you?"

I picked up my bag and went to find a new seat, which I did on the opposite side of the coffee shop. As I walked away, insults bounced unheard off of my back...

Robb of the Day XXVII - Teddy Bear

I have a story about calling an old black dude at Starbucks a prick, but for now, here's a picture of me trying to look as cool as Livius.

Tomorrow - I fight a black dude!

Robb of the Day XXVI

Rainy day, reading.

Robb of the Day XXV - random

This is what you start to feel like when you're looking for jobs, can't find any, and the G is stalling your payments... but then they come, and you have money... and now you're cooking pork chops and baked potatoes.