Sunday, November 27, 2005

I'm With The Band


I'm neither in the band nor with them in a Pamela Des Barres sort of way, but I hang with the Z-boys (and their mates) now and again.

Here's a pic from their last show at The Empty Bottle with __?__ and The Wilderness:

More pictures of them and the party I attended earlier that night will be posted on My Flickr later on. Too sweeepy now :-(

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

I am off to C.P. and Sully's for Turkey, Samuel Adam's, and what-not.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Bored hands (on deck) do nasty drinks make

So, being even more bored at work than usual the other day, I proprosed the following to a few co-workers:

If we opened a bar, a dirty-themed bar, what would you name some Featured Drinks? Here are the results with credit where credit is due.

Blue "Moon Me" Beer-- Voice-over J.

The Bi-drinks:
Vagina and Tonic-- Mac.
Dirty Old Man Martini, garnished with a Prune-- Voice-over J.
Long Schlong Iced Tea-- Mac
Rum and Cock or Roman Cock or (said with a southern accent) A Rammin' Cock-- Voice-over J.
Martini with a Lisp-- Mac.
A Shot with a Bare Back-- Mac.
Harvey Ball Banger-- S.R.
Man-Hatin' on the Rocks-- Mac.
Never Go back Once You've Had Black Russian-- Voice-over J.
Hung Like A Black Russian--S.R.
3 Circumsized Men Shot-- Mac.
Fuzzy Asshole-- Mac.
A Rob-boi--Mac.
Sloe Gin Jizz-- S.R.
Fuck and Grin Gin-- Mac.

Feel free to add more in the comments, or buy us a round.

Lucy in the Skyy (Vodka) with (3) Diamonds

or, um, Olives.

Really, I got nothing beyond that; I just liked the play on words.


Friday, November 18, 2005

Even I have my breaking point

If another self-righteous religious married narrow-minded idiot Fem-bot (Gabby Romanian, this time) accuses me or implies I am gay ("not that there's anything wrong with that") soley because I am:
  • White
  • Thin
  • Over 30 and not married with kid(s)
  • Or any combination of the 3

I may have to punch them square in their over/hasty-generalizing, brain-washed-by-religion, xenophobic right-winged mouth!

Thursday, November 17, 2005

After midnight, we gonna let it all hang out...

Unlike most normal people who go to the nearest Happy Hour after a mind-numbing work day, I have recently gotten into a new and strange habit.

I come home, do the household duties, check email, cruise my regular websites, and pet the cat, etc. But then around Midnight, I get the urge for a drink (like the one I'm sipping now).


Maybe because the neighborhood is quiet. Maybe because I'm bored. Maybe because my biological/internal clock is goofed-up.

Who knows? At least I never drink alone: I always have Lilly:

Bad Lilly! (B/W)

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

If it works out...

I'll be here (The Empty Bottle on Saturday):

But, of course, when it rains, it pours.

I may be attending a booze-fest that Complex Carrie and Justin invited me to attend.

Flipping a coin as I type (talented muthafuka, no?). I am hopng to drink at both events, but we shall see (double).

Wish me luck, or buy a round at either events!

NCAA 2004: A look into the sub-conscious?

I just finished season two on NCAA 2005.
The second to last game turned out to be a grueling Rivalry Match: Michigan vs. my The Ohio State University; or, as I like to call them: The Great Red Wall. This win actually satisfies a deep, ingrained part of me. Growing up in Ohio, one is instilled with a healthy hatred for Michigan; and, a couple of my family members are hard-core O.S.U. fans, so this propaganda has flooded my brain since birth. "Goo-goo-ga-ga, Gooo Bucks!"

I won, after a tense and flip-flop type game, 14-10 in the last minute. One more game and it's off to the Bowl Games (currently scheduled for the Sugar Bowl [update, 11/16/05. I won! Grounded Florida like a cigarette under my Doc Martens). And I'm feeling good about the outcome. I rank first in the Big Ten Conference, and am ranked #10 in the NCAA.

Overall, I am ranked either second to last or dead last in Offence, but my Defense is listed #1 in the Big Ten and in the top five NCAA overall. Defensively I am A Great Red Wall.

Does this speak to my real life psyche in some way?

When it comes to Social, Career, and Love Life, I've always ranked low (if not bottomed out) when it comes to Offensive (motivated) Moves. Maybe I am more of a conservative man...nay, a reserved man, I suppose, when it comes to making power plays in most aspects of my life. The type of man to wear a belt as well as suspenders (to use a Robert Benchley quote). My feet knows few leaps or bounds and barely even trudge forward using the tiniest of baby steps.

Rather, in my twisted and skewed thinking and self-reflection, I tend to root in and secure a safety zone. Pile high the emotional and physical(/geographical/structural) sand bags and fight with a reactionary mode from the trenches of my own devising. A good offense is a good defense? Or have I flipped that philosophy? But sand bags leak, and you may know me if you catch a grain or 3.

I need to fling a Hail Mary. At least once before my "season" ends.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The Mind is like The Bowels

The shit inside needs to come out, once in a while, or you'll die.

Feel free to "pass that" along.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Thursday, November 10, 2005


Been thinking of M.R. and E.L. (the painter of this picture) and their shared event.
Not sure why.

Please, God, never let the subject of this work happen again.
To anyone.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Like a Lava Lamp

Lava Lamp 10

I am moving slowly.
Moving up and down.
Trapped in some sort of glass of my own devising.

No forward motion.
Bumping into other spheres of influence.
Brief contact.
Friction without Retention.

There is Heat in the Base.
It has no where to go.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Happy Birthday To M.

"Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the Future...' for us all, and M. made it through another year of his life yesterday. Stop over there and wish him a happy in his comments!

Tonight, we celebrate this Rock Star event at Doodlehead's with soul food and cocktails (and dicks and boobs. tee hee).

I gotta go trim my Afro now.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

(Another) Overheard on the Sales Floor

Little Kim, "When I go to college, I'm gonna get laid every night!"

Mac, "When you move into the dorm, you give me a call!"

Overheard on the Sales Floor

Floorstocker S. "Remember that time, when you used to hate me?"

Amber Chunky Globes, "No."

Floorstocker S. "Well, I do, and that's all that matters."