January 2009
1 post
I'M MOVING!!!
Okay, I’m not moving so much as my blog is moving. Yes, it’s true. I’ve recently launched my own web site. Please change your bookmarks accordingly.
http://www.leslie-simon.com
December 2008
5 posts
THE BIG STORY: THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS
The piece is live! Finally. Hoof it over and be sure to leave a comment.
Must. Sleep. Now.
I MISS...
HAPPINESS IS...
Seeing this long and winding road is almost over. Hopefully, this time I can enjoy a couple minutes of the ride.
August 2008
5 posts
SELF-EXPLANATORY
Watch out, Brian Atwood. I’m coming to get cha!!!
EDITING MY WORDS
I’m a horrible blogger. I’m sorry. Okay, maybe I’m not horrible at blogging—I’m horrible at keeping the blogs timely. The last week has been a whirlwind of time zones, red eyes and Microsoft Word. I’m almost mid-way through National Editing Month* and I feel like I’ve just run a marathon, despite the fact that I actually haven’t worked out in over a week....
IN AN IDEAL WORLD, THIS WOULDN'T BE ILLEGAL. →
MEMORY LANE
Do you think it’s possible to miss someone you’ve never met?
I do.
July 2008
13 posts
THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT...
And it’s at the end of the tunnel. I think I see it! I think I see it!
INSPIRATION IN THE MOST UNLIKELY OF PLACES
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“None of those cool rock boys, those skinny, pale-skinned beauties you see...”
– Juliana Hatfield
PICTURE THIS
The more a person’s relationship status changes, the more things stay the same.
DO I DOO RAG?
My hair is getting long and I can’t get my butt in gear to make an appointment for a cut. That said, I’ve been forced to wear a bandana to keep my sloppy-looking bangs and mop out of my face while I’m working and stuff. Okay, maybe it’s not a bandana, exactly. It’s more like a doo rag. There, I said it. It’s a bloody doo rag. Are you happy now? Geez…
So,...
DON'T STOP
Here’s my latest British invasion. Enjoy!
F'REALS?
I hate myself for saying this but I can’t help but find this dude the teeniest, weeniest bit attractive. I think it’s my inner sorority sister talking. You know, the one who craves Sparks, insists on watching Titanic on a biannual basis, and goes out in public wearing sweatpants with the letters J-U-I-C-Y on my butt.
What can I say? Douchebags who have gross-me-out foursomes are the...
LET THERE BE COMMENTS...
To all six of you who read this blog, I finally figured out how to enable comments. Yeyeah!! All you have to do it highlight a section of text and add your two cents. Big ups to LineBuzz for being the first site I clicked on when I Googled “tumblr + enable comments”.
If that’s not a sparkling endorsement, I don’t know what is.
THE PLACES YOU HAVE COME TO FEAR THE MOST
I was on the phone with Bridget yesterday and she told me her friend Karen was asking about me. I used to be friends with Karen years ago when the three of us held parties for The O.C. every Thursday and went to see Bridget’s husband’s band open up for Ringworm at the Pirate’s Cove. Howev, Karen wasn’t a fan of my potty humor and soon kicked me to the curb after Bridget and...
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June 2008
3 posts
IT'S ALL HAPPENING!
Let the pre-orders begin.
OMAHA
Sorry for the lack of updates. I’m knee-deep somewhere in Middle America. Stay tuned…
May 2008
15 posts
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BIKE?
I’ve been having the most vivid, David Lynch-esque dreams for the past couple months and they’ve totally intensified over the past week or two. I keep getting haunted by ghost of douchebags past and it’s really starting to mess with my head. Last night was especially mind-boggling. I was trying to get my bike fixed and couldn’t figure out where to take it. This wasn’t...
MORE ADVENTUROUS
First off, I have to apologize to all my Chilean readers for the lack of weekend bloggage. I was actually productive… If you can believe it. I know I can’t! I took a trip in my Geographical Central Standard Time Machine to the wilds of Minneapolis where I drank a round with Paul Westerberg and watched some ’70s TV with Motion City Soundtrack. Don’t worry if you’re...
OOOH... SHINY...
Instead of writing today, I decided to… A. Paint my nails “Lincoln Park At Midnight” by OPI B. Re-organize my earrings, and C. Try on a fake diamond ring so I could play this new game I invented called “What It’s Like To Be Engaged” I’ve included a picture (below) of activities A and C. Enjoy!
WHY ARE PJS SO COMFY?
The nice thing about working from home is that you never really have to get dressed properly. However, one of the worst things about working at home is—you guessed it—you never really have to get dressed properly. Bras have become foreign objects, waistbands are looking more and more like modern torture devices, and shoes are just plain dumb. I had to leave the house last night to meet some...
MY NEW BABY HAS A NAME...
After a lot of agonizing, it looks like the next book finally has a title. Drumroll please… Wish You Were Here: An Essential Guide To Your Favorite Music Scenes—From Punk To Indie And Everything In Between It’s definitely a mouthful, but I think that Rob Dobi will make it seem less run-on with the design of the cover. I’ve seen initial sketches, and that shit is DOPE! Sorry that...
CRANK TO THE MAXXX
Sorry for the acidity of last night’s post. The combination of chardonnay, Lunesta and having a crappy day is just another reason why I should not be allowed near communication devices when I’m feeling technologically vulnerable. More later, after my deep tissue massage.
88 MPH
Don’t you wish that the people from your past who proved to be total d-bags would be eliminated from the planet all together. Or at least sent to an island with all the other d-bags who have caused harm and pain to really nice people? I think this could be the pitch for a really amazing reality show. It could be called DOUCHEBAG ISLAND—or D-BAG ISLAND, for abbreviation purposes. Each week a...
JUST A TASTE
People always ask me, “Whoa, bra! You wrote a book? That’s so awesome! How are you, like, gonna sell it and stuff?” Yes, most of these people are surfers and, of course, have taken up marketing as a hobby. That said, getting people to know about your book is one of the last untamed beasts of the promotion and publicity world—especially when that book is about a trend in pop...
SLACKER
That’s me. A total slacker. Ever since I got back from NYC last Thursday, I’ve been running on empty—with a runny nose, to boot. The Big Apple was fun, stressful, incoherent, rainy, overwhelming and full of hot dogs. I met with my fancypants book editor and agent last Monday and it looks like book no. 2 is back on track. Instead of coming out in Feb. 09, we’re looking at an Apr....
TOO MANY TO KEEP TRACK OF
I need another set of hands to keep up with all this technology.
MY FLIGHT TO NYC HAS BEEN DELAYED, I'M STUCK ON...
BOOK CLUB
When Trevor and I were promoting Everybody Hurts, we had the amazing opportunity to speak on a panel with the even more amazing Josh Kilmer-Purcell. He wrote an incredibly touching and hilarious memoir called I Am Not Myself These Days and instantly fell in love. Not only was he someone who I both admired and envied (I mean, HELLO? Have you seen the size of homeboy’s waist? It would make...
BETCHA DIDN'T KNOW
So I’ve totally been a Debbie Downer for the last couple days, in case you couldn’t already tell by such Facebook status updates as “Don’t Even Think About Talking To Me” and “Fuck You, You Fuckity Fucking Fuck.” Okay, that last one I didn’t run, but I was totally thinking about it. Not only has there been a totally weird learning curve to this whole...
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BEST. SHOW. EVER.
I just saw Eye For An Eye this morning and my life is forever changed. Does anyone know if this show is still in existence? The people on it looked a little dated but that could’ve been because these douchebags were turned away from Jerry Springer or something. That’s how good this show is. It’s actually lower than Jerry Springer on the human totem pole. This morning’s...
April 2008
15 posts
LET IT GO
If I see one more blog/news site/media talking head “weighing in” on Miley Cyrus taking a picture in a sheet, I think I’m going to scream—or, at the very least, jump out the nearest window. It’s not like the kid posted it on her MySpace or something. Annie Effing Leibowitz took it. Don’t worry, America. Your beloved Hannah Montana is still a virgin… Just like...
SO MANY BLOODY POSTS
Before I forget, I’ve got another piece in Kerrang! this week. It’s about the lovely dudes in Finch, and it’s got the lovely Mr. Wentz on the cover. Give it a read and try not to drool all over the cover, mkay?
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
Has anyone else ever watched Greek? I got sucked in because it was on right after 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter. (Yeah, I watch that, too. I’m sorry, but I am a firm believer that Kaley Cuoco is a comedic genius.) During the past 60 minutes of my life, I have learned the following things: 1. Scott Michael Foster is the long-lost, better-looking twin of Chiodos’ Craig...
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STORY OF THE YEAR
The following is taken from the “Modern Love” column in this past Sunday’s New York Times Magazine Style Section. It might be one of the most brilliant—and hilariously truthful—pieces of writing I’ve read in years. Also, it reminds me of every dude I’ve like for the past 10 years. Go figure…