Right.
3.4.2k5
I won't even tell you why I'm totally grossed-out but I am and I'm off my feed. I had been looking forward to breakfast and lunch today but now I'm more concerned with not straining something with my dry-heaves. So totally foul. I won't tell you how morbidly disgusted I am. I had a giant cup of coffee and donuts were provided by the workplace but I learned something and I upchucked both coffee and donut. I feel seasick. Goddang. I feel like a hangover after a three-day drunk. Oh wow. I love gory movies and disgusting bloody effects in them but real-life things like footage of medical procedures is icky to me ... until now. Now I think I could enjoy a hotdog while watching some liposuction or eyeball surgery ... because of what I learned. I won't share the horror with you. I won't! Okey, I will. This fruitcake I fight with at work told me that there are ladies that cook up and EAT their placenta after birthin' a baby. Like the animals do. 'Cept the mama goat won't cook up the stuff into a pizza-pie or a stew or a lasagna. There are real ladies that do cook it up. It's such a totally fucked story that I believe it.
Tonight - Eagle's Drift In.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Gotta drink so's I can eat.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
A 'quick' fella.
5.3.2k5
Safety has been on my mind since a few weeks back when this ittybitty earthquake woke me and one of the cats up. I have an "emergency kit" near the door with yr basic survive-until-the-choppers-get-here shit: A deluxe First Aid kit, heavy leather gloves (for removing shattered houses parts from neighbors), several pair of latex gloves (for you-know-what), Strike-anywhere matches, foil blankets, flashlights, radios, road flares, powerbars, boxed water, several pistols (various caliber) and roughly $500 in gold. Near the kit is more of the MadMax variety necessary items: Leather jacket, old jeans, couple t-shirts, boots, brass knuckles, knives, concussion grenades and a case of molitov cocktails. There's a HIS and HER setup, of course, ya can't rebuild civilization w/o yr gal.
Tonight - Annie's.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Upcoming venues: Aces, Crowbar, Spec's, Orbit and more! Stay tuned!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
5.3.2k5
Safety has been on my mind since a few weeks back when this ittybitty earthquake woke me and one of the cats up. I have an "emergency kit" near the door with yr basic survive-until-the-choppers-get-here shit: A deluxe First Aid kit, heavy leather gloves (for removing shattered houses parts from neighbors), several pair of latex gloves (for you-know-what), Strike-anywhere matches, foil blankets, flashlights, radios, road flares, powerbars, boxed water, several pistols (various caliber) and roughly $500 in gold. Near the kit is more of the MadMax variety necessary items: Leather jacket, old jeans, couple t-shirts, boots, brass knuckles, knives, concussion grenades and a case of molitov cocktails. There's a HIS and HER setup, of course, ya can't rebuild civilization w/o yr gal.
Tonight - Annie's.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Upcoming venues: Aces, Crowbar, Spec's, Orbit and more! Stay tuned!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 12, 2005
The little sneak!
5.2.2k5
If it were not for the deluxe lady I got my life would be sadly devoid of thrills these days and I know it. I can easily imagine my day-in, day-out if she weren't around to yell at me and it would be MONOTONY: Get up, go to work, come home, water lawn, have drinks, go to bed. Repeat M-F, throw in a few Cubs losses and that's it. yep!
Have discovered a small, almost insignificant treat that kinda rules, and I'm gonna have to remember it next time she's outta town.
A couple weeks back I told ya a couple storys about the Electric-aire restroom hand dryers. The storys aside, I got a love-hate relationship with them when I'm forced to use one. I hate that they take so goddamn long to dry one's hands, but I love the magic moment when the warm air so perfectly dries the last, minute amounts of water and leaves truly dry hands - not towelled, not 'moist' - dry. That's the only benefit of the hour it takes to use one them things.
So ... the thing that I've discovered that kinda rules is this: Lately, after washing my hands in the restroom at work, I paper towel-off the water, chuck the soggy nap into the trash - AND FINISH WITH THE ELECTRIC-AIRE. It's like cutting to the front of the beer line. It's like getting something for nothing. It's like having yr cake and eating it too.
Tonight - Hemlock Tavern.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Chicken balls.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
5.2.2k5
If it were not for the deluxe lady I got my life would be sadly devoid of thrills these days and I know it. I can easily imagine my day-in, day-out if she weren't around to yell at me and it would be MONOTONY: Get up, go to work, come home, water lawn, have drinks, go to bed. Repeat M-F, throw in a few Cubs losses and that's it. yep!
Have discovered a small, almost insignificant treat that kinda rules, and I'm gonna have to remember it next time she's outta town.
A couple weeks back I told ya a couple storys about the Electric-aire restroom hand dryers. The storys aside, I got a love-hate relationship with them when I'm forced to use one. I hate that they take so goddamn long to dry one's hands, but I love the magic moment when the warm air so perfectly dries the last, minute amounts of water and leaves truly dry hands - not towelled, not 'moist' - dry. That's the only benefit of the hour it takes to use one them things.
So ... the thing that I've discovered that kinda rules is this: Lately, after washing my hands in the restroom at work, I paper towel-off the water, chuck the soggy nap into the trash - AND FINISH WITH THE ELECTRIC-AIRE. It's like cutting to the front of the beer line. It's like getting something for nothing. It's like having yr cake and eating it too.
Tonight - Hemlock Tavern.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Chicken balls.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Lemon
5.1.2k5
What do you think about camping food? Do you settle for dogs and beans or do you make elaborate camping meals ahead of time for reheating outdoors like my mother used to make? I'd love to go fancy like that but more often I snag a mess of dogs and brats, buns, beans and corn. 'course ya got bacon and eggs in the morning but dinner is cooked over flamin' logs.
I was campin' years ago when I was in college. A few us fucked off down Southern Illinois town called Carbondale. Home of Southern Illinois University and Marion Fed. Pen. Got Gotti? Marion does. Had Gacy. He dead now. Anyway, Carbondale is a wonderful place to camp. Took a newbie camper with us (or he took us as he had the wheels) and boy was he un-fun. Fucking complained about the cold, the scary night noises, the rocks we threw at him and on and on. One night we were roasting some smoky links squewered on sticks over the fire when this fuckwit allowed his link to fall off stick and into fire. He quickly snatched it out only to make like he was going to heave it into the brush. Another pal stopped his hand, "What do you think yr doing," he asked. "It fell. It's got ashes all over it," he replied. I said, "then what are you going to eat, dummy? That's all you get. Wipe off the ashes and cover with mustard. It will be fine." He resisted, but realized it WAS his only dinner and complied. No big deal: I've eaten floor food many times.
So fast fwd to about a week ago when I'm on the patio of this bar w/ this babe enjoying some afternoon sun and an icy-cold adult beverage. The barkeep and some of his helpful pals were BBQing burgers and dogs for the patrons. Real nice. Then barkeep whips a pan of marinating chicken breasts to the grill's work area, only to place it badly and have it D R O P it on the pavement. Marinade, chicken breasts and pan. Barkeep's pals howled with laughter while barkeep visibly held back a full-on rage. Thinking quickly I yelled, "FIVE SECOND RULE!!" and barkeep's pals laughed a confirmation. Barkeep winked at me and picked the chicken off the pavement, paper-towelled off the 'bits' and threw 'em where jebus intended marinated chicken breasts to be: On the grill.
We don't eat at this bar.
Tonight - House of Shields.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
5.1.2k5
What do you think about camping food? Do you settle for dogs and beans or do you make elaborate camping meals ahead of time for reheating outdoors like my mother used to make? I'd love to go fancy like that but more often I snag a mess of dogs and brats, buns, beans and corn. 'course ya got bacon and eggs in the morning but dinner is cooked over flamin' logs.
I was campin' years ago when I was in college. A few us fucked off down Southern Illinois town called Carbondale. Home of Southern Illinois University and Marion Fed. Pen. Got Gotti? Marion does. Had Gacy. He dead now. Anyway, Carbondale is a wonderful place to camp. Took a newbie camper with us (or he took us as he had the wheels) and boy was he un-fun. Fucking complained about the cold, the scary night noises, the rocks we threw at him and on and on. One night we were roasting some smoky links squewered on sticks over the fire when this fuckwit allowed his link to fall off stick and into fire. He quickly snatched it out only to make like he was going to heave it into the brush. Another pal stopped his hand, "What do you think yr doing," he asked. "It fell. It's got ashes all over it," he replied. I said, "then what are you going to eat, dummy? That's all you get. Wipe off the ashes and cover with mustard. It will be fine." He resisted, but realized it WAS his only dinner and complied. No big deal: I've eaten floor food many times.
So fast fwd to about a week ago when I'm on the patio of this bar w/ this babe enjoying some afternoon sun and an icy-cold adult beverage. The barkeep and some of his helpful pals were BBQing burgers and dogs for the patrons. Real nice. Then barkeep whips a pan of marinating chicken breasts to the grill's work area, only to place it badly and have it D R O P it on the pavement. Marinade, chicken breasts and pan. Barkeep's pals howled with laughter while barkeep visibly held back a full-on rage. Thinking quickly I yelled, "FIVE SECOND RULE!!" and barkeep's pals laughed a confirmation. Barkeep winked at me and picked the chicken off the pavement, paper-towelled off the 'bits' and threw 'em where jebus intended marinated chicken breasts to be: On the grill.
We don't eat at this bar.
Tonight - House of Shields.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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