Short and Sweet.
3.5.2k5
Wow, we actually had 5 Thursdays this month!! Now that's something to celebrate. Here is something else: A party for longtime list memeber and all-around great guy, Ceddrick Jonae.
See you guys at StudioZ. Though the main entrance is on 11th St., please use the alternate entrance on Folsom St. In between Paradise Lounge and The Holy Cow (right by "Cafe V"). More info here, if you need it.
It's a private party, but all are welcome, so come on out and wish Ced the best as he embarks upon the next phase of his incredible life. Starts at 6pm and goes till 12am.
See you there.
Linkey-Loo Robot -
AJC
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Juan Valdez and His Faithful Goat.
3.4.2k5
If there are two things I love they are Coffee and Mexico.
I was sitting there, thinking on this recently when I considered: Why not combine the two? I looked into it. The best part about drinking Mexican coffee is that one is usually in Mexico when one is drinking it. I had Mex coffee in the States; it lacks a certain, special something. Oh yeh! It lacks the general feeling of vacation. Drinking vacation cofffee while not on vacation is like getting drunk on egg nog on the Fourth of July. It don't fit.
Undeterred, I continued my quest for satisfaction. And as is usually the case in my life, I plucked success from abysmal failure. I combined my two favorite things. Coffee and Mexico. Mexico and Coffee. Oh yes. I won and here's how:
There's a wee little cafe across the street from work. In the morning, the staff are a buncha Mexicans. I ordered my standard espresso drink, the venerable four-shot large Americano. I paid a Mexican and a Mexican made my drink. I took it and drank it. I noticed that the man wrote my order on the side of the cup. "X X X X Gringo." Translated from the barista-spanish, that is "four-shot Americano." Shit yes.
Tonight - Mr.Bing's.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Bing's and Bobo start w/ the same letter! "B!"
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
3.4.2k5
If there are two things I love they are Coffee and Mexico.
I was sitting there, thinking on this recently when I considered: Why not combine the two? I looked into it. The best part about drinking Mexican coffee is that one is usually in Mexico when one is drinking it. I had Mex coffee in the States; it lacks a certain, special something. Oh yeh! It lacks the general feeling of vacation. Drinking vacation cofffee while not on vacation is like getting drunk on egg nog on the Fourth of July. It don't fit.
Undeterred, I continued my quest for satisfaction. And as is usually the case in my life, I plucked success from abysmal failure. I combined my two favorite things. Coffee and Mexico. Mexico and Coffee. Oh yes. I won and here's how:
There's a wee little cafe across the street from work. In the morning, the staff are a buncha Mexicans. I ordered my standard espresso drink, the venerable four-shot large Americano. I paid a Mexican and a Mexican made my drink. I took it and drank it. I noticed that the man wrote my order on the side of the cup. "X X X X Gringo." Translated from the barista-spanish, that is "four-shot Americano." Shit yes.
Tonight - Mr.Bing's.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Bing's and Bobo start w/ the same letter! "B!"
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Morimoto
3.3.2k5
Ya seen the "Iron Chef America" yet? Predictable spinoff of Japanese TV's "Iron Chef" that so captivated me years ago when public access TV was good. Last night's episode of ICA featured Japan's Iron Chef Sakai against ICA's Iron Chef and total fuckson Bobby Flay. The outcome was rigged because Flay won. I say it was rigged because Sakai beat the shit outta him but it's American TV and nobody wants to see Sakai win. 'Cept for me cuz I hate Bobby Flay.
Anyway, last night's battle was Battle Trout, and that got me thinking about ... well ... trout. I remembered a classmate in high school who had a dream: To 'trout' in his own home. I googled 'trout' to see if anyone used the word in the verb sense anymore and it seems to have lost that meaning between now and high school, but 'trouting' used to mean smoking a LOT of crack and passing out and convulsing like a fish out of water ... like a trout, if you will. So yeh! This idiot had a dream: Not simply to own his own home, but to trout within it. Wow! He also told me once that he wanted to get the world's biggest rock of crack and have a master craftsman sculpt it into a bust of David Hasselhoff. NO LIE. I had a vision of him trouting on the floor of his home, the crack-bust of David Hasselhoff looming majestically in the background. Strange the things the memory holds.
The guy and I lost touch, thankfully, as he was expelled from school - I shit you not - ONE WEEK before graduation. Not for possession of crack, as one might suspect, but from ... uh ... repeated unexcused absenced. World-class dumbass.
Tonight - Annie's.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Annie's is home to us, you know.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
3.3.2k5
Ya seen the "Iron Chef America" yet? Predictable spinoff of Japanese TV's "Iron Chef" that so captivated me years ago when public access TV was good. Last night's episode of ICA featured Japan's Iron Chef Sakai against ICA's Iron Chef and total fuckson Bobby Flay. The outcome was rigged because Flay won. I say it was rigged because Sakai beat the shit outta him but it's American TV and nobody wants to see Sakai win. 'Cept for me cuz I hate Bobby Flay.
Anyway, last night's battle was Battle Trout, and that got me thinking about ... well ... trout. I remembered a classmate in high school who had a dream: To 'trout' in his own home. I googled 'trout' to see if anyone used the word in the verb sense anymore and it seems to have lost that meaning between now and high school, but 'trouting' used to mean smoking a LOT of crack and passing out and convulsing like a fish out of water ... like a trout, if you will. So yeh! This idiot had a dream: Not simply to own his own home, but to trout within it. Wow! He also told me once that he wanted to get the world's biggest rock of crack and have a master craftsman sculpt it into a bust of David Hasselhoff. NO LIE. I had a vision of him trouting on the floor of his home, the crack-bust of David Hasselhoff looming majestically in the background. Strange the things the memory holds.
The guy and I lost touch, thankfully, as he was expelled from school - I shit you not - ONE WEEK before graduation. Not for possession of crack, as one might suspect, but from ... uh ... repeated unexcused absenced. World-class dumbass.
Tonight - Annie's.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Annie's is home to us, you know.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Do me baby!
3.2.2k5
That little monkey on my shoulder wears a fez. He wears a fez and says, "oooh oooh!"
I always answer that with, "Oh yeh, huh, little monkey-man?"
Monkey says, "oh oooh oooh, ee-ee!" Then he turns up his favorite music: Anything by Digital Underground.
I like Humpty, you ladies know him, oh how he likes to funk thee. And all you rappers in the Top Ten, please allow him to bump thee. He's like my monkey, he's really spunky and he really likes his oatmeal lumpy. But more about my monkey: You can meet him in person TONIGHT!
Tonight - Eagle Drift-In.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Not nearly enough SOMA peeps at the Drift-In a few weeks back so we go again. Learn yr lesson!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
3.2.2k5
That little monkey on my shoulder wears a fez. He wears a fez and says, "oooh oooh!"
I always answer that with, "Oh yeh, huh, little monkey-man?"
Monkey says, "oh oooh oooh, ee-ee!" Then he turns up his favorite music: Anything by Digital Underground.
I like Humpty, you ladies know him, oh how he likes to funk thee. And all you rappers in the Top Ten, please allow him to bump thee. He's like my monkey, he's really spunky and he really likes his oatmeal lumpy. But more about my monkey: You can meet him in person TONIGHT!
Tonight - Eagle Drift-In.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Not nearly enough SOMA peeps at the Drift-In a few weeks back so we go again. Learn yr lesson!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Making Plans for Nigel.
3.1.2k5
The "Boys of Summer" have finally arrived - and I don't mean 1980's Don Henley. True, Summer is several months away (hell, Spring hasn't officially "sprung" yet), but yet many folks are flocking South to warmer climates, seeking beer, Polish Sausages, and, of course, Baseball. One of those fortunate few happens to be our beloved TNSC Robot. The only UNFORTUNATE thing is that he's there to see the Chicago Cubs. When will their fans ever learn? Granted, you can get a delicious "Old Style" served right at your seat in the venerable Wrigley Field. Mmmmmm......beeeeeeeeeeeer. And in true San Francisco Giants form, at the time of this posting, they've blown their early lead. But I digress. On to my true task here:
So stepping up to the "TNSC Venue Annoucement Whell", I spin........and.............the destination for this evening is............... Doc's Clock!!!! Where everyone always has a "good time"!!!! Urgh....that was bad.
Please join us in a round of well-wishing for several out-of-town (and out-of-country) guests who will be departing again for the "Great White North". Don't forget your mittens.
Spot the reference!
See you there.
Linkey-Loo Robot -
AJC
3.1.2k5
The "Boys of Summer" have finally arrived - and I don't mean 1980's Don Henley. True, Summer is several months away (hell, Spring hasn't officially "sprung" yet), but yet many folks are flocking South to warmer climates, seeking beer, Polish Sausages, and, of course, Baseball. One of those fortunate few happens to be our beloved TNSC Robot. The only UNFORTUNATE thing is that he's there to see the Chicago Cubs. When will their fans ever learn? Granted, you can get a delicious "Old Style" served right at your seat in the venerable Wrigley Field. Mmmmmm......beeeeeeeeeeeer. And in true San Francisco Giants form, at the time of this posting, they've blown their early lead. But I digress. On to my true task here:
So stepping up to the "TNSC Venue Annoucement Whell", I spin........and.............the destination for this evening is............... Doc's Clock!!!! Where everyone always has a "good time"!!!! Urgh....that was bad.
Please join us in a round of well-wishing for several out-of-town (and out-of-country) guests who will be departing again for the "Great White North". Don't forget your mittens.
Spot the reference!
See you there.
Linkey-Loo Robot -
AJC
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