Bobo, Stillman and Porter
2.4.2k4
Thursday, 26 February 2004
Like the fezzed monkeys I lunched with, I will suggest Annie's glorious bar as yr Venue tonight. I will not be in attendance, though, as I have a date with a babe.
There are some new folks on the list tonight, so make 'em feel at home.
Tonight: Annie's
Moss won last week's FTR. Play again: Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Stay dry.
Someone will See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Searched the world over ...
2.3.2k4
Thursday, 19 February 2004
So I'm brushin' my teeth the other day, and sometimes I got that lazy habit of letting the water run as I brush. I know, I know, it's a waste, and I try not to do it often, but sometimes I slip and let it run. So the other day I'm brushin', the water's runnin', and it's coming out at a good flow. I sorta space out sometimes and this was one. That's a major reason I let the water run: Being spaced-out. So I'm spaced-out, brushin' the fangs, runnin' the water when suddenly the flow stutters, bubbles, coughs and starts merely trickling out. Not unlike if yr live-in-lover runs a faucet somewhere else, starts the laundry or flushes the commode. It's quite a difference, this trickle from the formerly robust water flow.
Toothbrush still in mouth, I lean over to get a better view of the tap. As I do, I hear eerie music emanating from somewhere close by. I lean in farther and the music gets clearer. It sounds like a David Lynch film score or a whacked-out funeral march. Strangely, it seems the source of the music is from somewhere in the sink! I'm rather confused at this point and by now I have my ear right up to the tap. Rather by chance, I happen to glance into the sink's overflow hole and I'll be damned if I couldn't see something in there. Furthermore, the music seems to be coming from the overflow hole, too. I squint to try to make out what's in there and it starts to come into focus. It sorta looks like the set from Hee-Haw with barn-like wood plank walls and bales of hay all about. I can clearly see a couple people in overalls sitting on the hay bales smoking corncob pipes and listening to a nearby boombox, obviously the source of the funereal music. I'm about to shit my fucking pants when the stem from a corncob pipe juts out of the hole and pokes me right in the eye. Taken aback, I'm about to say, "what the fuck?" when I hear a voice say, "Knock off the peepin', neighbor." Just then the water flow picks up and I rinse and spit. Haven't thought of that weird scene until just now.
Tonight: Sadie's Flying Elephant.
Moss won last week's FTR. Play again: Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Pool, popcorn and Jesus at the Pachyderm.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.3.2k4
Thursday, 19 February 2004
So I'm brushin' my teeth the other day, and sometimes I got that lazy habit of letting the water run as I brush. I know, I know, it's a waste, and I try not to do it often, but sometimes I slip and let it run. So the other day I'm brushin', the water's runnin', and it's coming out at a good flow. I sorta space out sometimes and this was one. That's a major reason I let the water run: Being spaced-out. So I'm spaced-out, brushin' the fangs, runnin' the water when suddenly the flow stutters, bubbles, coughs and starts merely trickling out. Not unlike if yr live-in-lover runs a faucet somewhere else, starts the laundry or flushes the commode. It's quite a difference, this trickle from the formerly robust water flow.
Toothbrush still in mouth, I lean over to get a better view of the tap. As I do, I hear eerie music emanating from somewhere close by. I lean in farther and the music gets clearer. It sounds like a David Lynch film score or a whacked-out funeral march. Strangely, it seems the source of the music is from somewhere in the sink! I'm rather confused at this point and by now I have my ear right up to the tap. Rather by chance, I happen to glance into the sink's overflow hole and I'll be damned if I couldn't see something in there. Furthermore, the music seems to be coming from the overflow hole, too. I squint to try to make out what's in there and it starts to come into focus. It sorta looks like the set from Hee-Haw with barn-like wood plank walls and bales of hay all about. I can clearly see a couple people in overalls sitting on the hay bales smoking corncob pipes and listening to a nearby boombox, obviously the source of the funereal music. I'm about to shit my fucking pants when the stem from a corncob pipe juts out of the hole and pokes me right in the eye. Taken aback, I'm about to say, "what the fuck?" when I hear a voice say, "Knock off the peepin', neighbor." Just then the water flow picks up and I rinse and spit. Haven't thought of that weird scene until just now.
Tonight: Sadie's Flying Elephant.
Moss won last week's FTR. Play again: Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Pool, popcorn and Jesus at the Pachyderm.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Pressure!
2.2.2k4
Thursday, 12 February 2004
Pisses me off when I realize how many idiot things I've got stashed away in my brain. I know me some Billy Joel lyrics. Damn. I know the name of the planet of whose moon the rebel's base was on in Star Wars. I don't know why I thought of that, but I did and I was horrified that I knew the name of the moon. Yavin. Stupid made-up name. I thought to myself, "why the fuck do I know the name of that moon's planet's name? What an idiot thing to know." Just as I thought this I pulled a tortilla chip out of a sac and it was a very skinny isosceles triangle and my monkeymind said, "Star Destroyer." So appalled at my sudden manic Star Wars trivia prowess, I did the only thing I could do: I rammed the chip into my eye. That snapped me out of the pain, if but for an instant. My next thought, amid my screams and the gouts of blood spraying from my eye, was, "I bet good 'ol Luke hurt like this when Darth sawed off his paw with that light sword."
Tonight: Dylan's.
Be sure to play: Find the Reference!
Emails go out late these days. Tough it out, people.
Bring yr pals. Party. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.2.2k4
Thursday, 12 February 2004
Pisses me off when I realize how many idiot things I've got stashed away in my brain. I know me some Billy Joel lyrics. Damn. I know the name of the planet of whose moon the rebel's base was on in Star Wars. I don't know why I thought of that, but I did and I was horrified that I knew the name of the moon. Yavin. Stupid made-up name. I thought to myself, "why the fuck do I know the name of that moon's planet's name? What an idiot thing to know." Just as I thought this I pulled a tortilla chip out of a sac and it was a very skinny isosceles triangle and my monkeymind said, "Star Destroyer." So appalled at my sudden manic Star Wars trivia prowess, I did the only thing I could do: I rammed the chip into my eye. That snapped me out of the pain, if but for an instant. My next thought, amid my screams and the gouts of blood spraying from my eye, was, "I bet good 'ol Luke hurt like this when Darth sawed off his paw with that light sword."
Tonight: Dylan's.
Be sure to play: Find the Reference!
Emails go out late these days. Tough it out, people.
Bring yr pals. Party. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Johnson
2.1.2k4
Thursday, 05 February 2004
Little known about moi is that I spent a year away from home as a lad, attending a magnet school that drew me ha-way across this great nation of ours to that once-proud burg known as Columbus, Ohio. I musta scored the magic number on one them tests they give high school kids 'cause the postman brought the invite to the Our Lady of Blessed Last Fair Deals Gone Down and I was Greyhounded to Columbus later that afternoon. Turns out I was able to leave so quickly because my now-departed-but-then-dear-ol Aunt Etyhl lived only a hitchhike outta downtown Columbus and she was delighted to have me for a few semesters.
Aunt Ethyl was somekinda beauty queen-turned-racecar driver back in her day. Shirley Muldowney had nothin' on her looks or her lead foot. Auntie also had a terrific wit. And she could and DID drink Wally Parks, editor of Hot Rod Magazine and NHRA Founder, under the shop workbench. I was a mere infant in my domestic light beer drinking and a year with Aunt Ethyl was all it took to turn a hobby into a favorite hobby. Soon, though, a problem surfaced. America wasn't yet Recycle Crazy as it is now and the Columbus city trash men refused to take away our bins and bins of empty cans. We started squishing the cans but even squished their sheer number was a dumpster full.
One day before being overwhelmed by the cans, Auntie's pal and Top Fuel Icon Don "Big Daddy" Garlits stopped by for a visit. He took a look at us and said, "Sheeeooooot, Eth, I been here before. I'll be right back with yr solution." He peeled out of the drive and before Auntie and I could ask each other, "what the ... " Garlits was back with a goat. That goat was untethered and took at once to chowin' down on that mountain of cans. We all had a good laugh at that.
And that goat was smart too! Instead of fouling the carpet he used Auntie's cat Snorkles' litter box. Auntie reminded me to send a nice Christmas card to Mr.. Big Daddy wishing him yuletide greetings and thanks for solving the can problem. I said I would. I did.
The thing I remember most about the whole episode, though is cleaning the cat/goat box. I cleverly used one of the magnets I got at the magnet school and bang! The box was clean of goat droppings. True story.
Tonight: The Eagle Drift-In.
Good luck with this one: Find the Reference!
Also: If you never come to another TNSC meeting, come to this one. Why? You'll see.
Bring yr pals. Party. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.1.2k4
Thursday, 05 February 2004
Little known about moi is that I spent a year away from home as a lad, attending a magnet school that drew me ha-way across this great nation of ours to that once-proud burg known as Columbus, Ohio. I musta scored the magic number on one them tests they give high school kids 'cause the postman brought the invite to the Our Lady of Blessed Last Fair Deals Gone Down and I was Greyhounded to Columbus later that afternoon. Turns out I was able to leave so quickly because my now-departed-but-then-dear-ol Aunt Etyhl lived only a hitchhike outta downtown Columbus and she was delighted to have me for a few semesters.
Aunt Ethyl was somekinda beauty queen-turned-racecar driver back in her day. Shirley Muldowney had nothin' on her looks or her lead foot. Auntie also had a terrific wit. And she could and DID drink Wally Parks, editor of Hot Rod Magazine and NHRA Founder, under the shop workbench. I was a mere infant in my domestic light beer drinking and a year with Aunt Ethyl was all it took to turn a hobby into a favorite hobby. Soon, though, a problem surfaced. America wasn't yet Recycle Crazy as it is now and the Columbus city trash men refused to take away our bins and bins of empty cans. We started squishing the cans but even squished their sheer number was a dumpster full.
One day before being overwhelmed by the cans, Auntie's pal and Top Fuel Icon Don "Big Daddy" Garlits stopped by for a visit. He took a look at us and said, "Sheeeooooot, Eth, I been here before. I'll be right back with yr solution." He peeled out of the drive and before Auntie and I could ask each other, "what the ... " Garlits was back with a goat. That goat was untethered and took at once to chowin' down on that mountain of cans. We all had a good laugh at that.
And that goat was smart too! Instead of fouling the carpet he used Auntie's cat Snorkles' litter box. Auntie reminded me to send a nice Christmas card to Mr.. Big Daddy wishing him yuletide greetings and thanks for solving the can problem. I said I would. I did.
The thing I remember most about the whole episode, though is cleaning the cat/goat box. I cleverly used one of the magnets I got at the magnet school and bang! The box was clean of goat droppings. True story.
Tonight: The Eagle Drift-In.
Good luck with this one: Find the Reference!
Also: If you never come to another TNSC meeting, come to this one. Why? You'll see.
Bring yr pals. Party. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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