Working!
11.4.2k6
I was thinking about TRex this morning and I wheeled past a MonsterTruck parked on the street that hat tags: T REX. No lie.
I'm your groover.
Tonight - The Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Detonation
11.2.2k6
Man I wish it wasn't such a National scandal to like the French because lately I'm finding myself liking a lot of French things. No I ain't talking about POO-JOEs or Eiffel Towers. And I ain't even talking about Audrey Tatou, even though I think she's great. I'm talking about Frog mustard and Frog cheese. I got no problem with the former but I'm developing a prob with the latter. Read on and hold on to yr frikkin seats!
The brie that the Ralph's up the street sucks.
Tonight - Tony Nik's.
Feel the warm glow.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.2.2k6
Man I wish it wasn't such a National scandal to like the French because lately I'm finding myself liking a lot of French things. No I ain't talking about POO-JOEs or Eiffel Towers. And I ain't even talking about Audrey Tatou, even though I think she's great. I'm talking about Frog mustard and Frog cheese. I got no problem with the former but I'm developing a prob with the latter. Read on and hold on to yr frikkin seats!
The brie that the Ralph's up the street sucks.
Tonight - Tony Nik's.
Feel the warm glow.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Forty-six and two.
11.1.2k6
The joint where I now work is well-known for its visual effects work and its Halloween parties. I did not know the latter half of this statement until just recently, but I now know this is true because many, many people in- and outside the industry have asked if I went and how it was if I did.
I'll tell you how it was: It was fun and it was a blur. Pinch-hitting for me last week, Linkey-Loo Coordinator Alan J. Chimenti posted snaps of the costumes my little wife and I wore (I was the gorilla), so ya got an idea of how we looked.
This is the second time I've worn my gorilla suit (it would have been the third time if my aforementioned little wife had let me wear it at our wedding) and the thing is hot as I remember. Fur and rubber = hot. duh. It's hot and it's designed not with the drinker in mind, as it has no fly and the zip goes down only to my navel. I remembered that evacuating "rented" beer was a problem last Halloween so I used my pea brain and decided to skip beer and drink tequila instead, thus the fun blur. yay!
The party was pretty neat: It was circus-sideshow themed and had midway-like booths, fire eaters, trapeze artists, guys on stilts and churro carts. It had a great band that did several sets of blues and rock, and a really good DJ filling in the band breaks. There were three full bars and they didn't run out of anything except margarita mix. I helped them run out of marg mix.
I made it quite a long time before I needed to let some margs out, so when the inevitable happened, I made for the portapotty section outside in the parking lot. The lines weren't long and everyone was pretty ripped and friendly. Being new to the company, I figured that I wouldn't know most people, wouldn't recognize those if I did know them (costumes were mandatory) and that most of the night would be getting smashed with my little wife. This turned into an accurate prediction, but since I'm such a loudmouth, I did start up conversations with several people. Two of which were in line for the port-a-lets with us.
They were nice enough. They had been enjoying adult bevvys and were talkative. He was dressed in an executioner's costume (boots, black pants, no shirt and a black hood) and I forget what she was wearing. I stayed in costume the whole time. My gorilla head did not come off. Anyway, they asked us if we were married. Yes. How long? One year. They said they have been married nine years. Congrats. They said they have two children. Congrats. They said that the first two-three years really sucked but it got so much better so hang in there. Great. Thanks. They said they really loved being married. Okay. The first two-three years were hard but now it's all better. Okay, heard that. You two are so nice. Thanks.
It went on like this for a while.
Soon enough it was my turn for the john. I got in, took off my gorilla head, unzipped and took off gorilla suit to my waist, took care of biz and put everything back on. Then went back out.
My little wife was still talking to the executioner. His wife said to me, "you still have on your mask - I haven't seen your face." I told her that was an excellent observation. She said she wants to see my face. I said, "I'm a gorilla. You are seeing my face." She said she and her husband really like my wife and me. She wants to see my face. I said, "the costume stays on at the costume party." She said, "you're really funny. We like you." I knew what was coming. "We're swingers. We really like you." Uh huh. I asked if she worked here. She said no. I asked how she got in, as security was pretty tight. "Oh, we're friends of the trapeze artist." I said, "I'm ready for a drink! Come on, wife!" We said goodbye to the parking-lot, outhouse-line, swinger-pickup section. Good times.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Featuring: "Little Minsky's Burlesque.
Get there before 9p to avoid the paltry $5 cover that you could drink instead.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.1.2k6
The joint where I now work is well-known for its visual effects work and its Halloween parties. I did not know the latter half of this statement until just recently, but I now know this is true because many, many people in- and outside the industry have asked if I went and how it was if I did.
I'll tell you how it was: It was fun and it was a blur. Pinch-hitting for me last week, Linkey-Loo Coordinator Alan J. Chimenti posted snaps of the costumes my little wife and I wore (I was the gorilla), so ya got an idea of how we looked.
This is the second time I've worn my gorilla suit (it would have been the third time if my aforementioned little wife had let me wear it at our wedding) and the thing is hot as I remember. Fur and rubber = hot. duh. It's hot and it's designed not with the drinker in mind, as it has no fly and the zip goes down only to my navel. I remembered that evacuating "rented" beer was a problem last Halloween so I used my pea brain and decided to skip beer and drink tequila instead, thus the fun blur. yay!
The party was pretty neat: It was circus-sideshow themed and had midway-like booths, fire eaters, trapeze artists, guys on stilts and churro carts. It had a great band that did several sets of blues and rock, and a really good DJ filling in the band breaks. There were three full bars and they didn't run out of anything except margarita mix. I helped them run out of marg mix.
I made it quite a long time before I needed to let some margs out, so when the inevitable happened, I made for the portapotty section outside in the parking lot. The lines weren't long and everyone was pretty ripped and friendly. Being new to the company, I figured that I wouldn't know most people, wouldn't recognize those if I did know them (costumes were mandatory) and that most of the night would be getting smashed with my little wife. This turned into an accurate prediction, but since I'm such a loudmouth, I did start up conversations with several people. Two of which were in line for the port-a-lets with us.
They were nice enough. They had been enjoying adult bevvys and were talkative. He was dressed in an executioner's costume (boots, black pants, no shirt and a black hood) and I forget what she was wearing. I stayed in costume the whole time. My gorilla head did not come off. Anyway, they asked us if we were married. Yes. How long? One year. They said they have been married nine years. Congrats. They said they have two children. Congrats. They said that the first two-three years really sucked but it got so much better so hang in there. Great. Thanks. They said they really loved being married. Okay. The first two-three years were hard but now it's all better. Okay, heard that. You two are so nice. Thanks.
It went on like this for a while.
Soon enough it was my turn for the john. I got in, took off my gorilla head, unzipped and took off gorilla suit to my waist, took care of biz and put everything back on. Then went back out.
My little wife was still talking to the executioner. His wife said to me, "you still have on your mask - I haven't seen your face." I told her that was an excellent observation. She said she wants to see my face. I said, "I'm a gorilla. You are seeing my face." She said she and her husband really like my wife and me. She wants to see my face. I said, "the costume stays on at the costume party." She said, "you're really funny. We like you." I knew what was coming. "We're swingers. We really like you." Uh huh. I asked if she worked here. She said no. I asked how she got in, as security was pretty tight. "Oh, we're friends of the trapeze artist." I said, "I'm ready for a drink! Come on, wife!" We said goodbye to the parking-lot, outhouse-line, swinger-pickup section. Good times.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Featuring: "Little Minsky's Burlesque.
Get there before 9p to avoid the paltry $5 cover that you could drink instead.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Daily Grind
11.1.2k6
So, now that I live in Lohse Angeleez I have access to the greatest arsenal of Halloween costumes.
I rest my case:
Isn't that the gosh darn cutest organ grinder you've ever seen?!?
Tonight - The Knockout
3223 Missio St
San Francisco, CA 94110 (the OTHER side of Army/Ceasar Chavez)
Join the gang for "Bingotopia" starting at 7pm. Win fabulous prizes. Hear great music. Don't miss it!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.1.2k6
So, now that I live in Lohse Angeleez I have access to the greatest arsenal of Halloween costumes.
I rest my case:
Isn't that the gosh darn cutest organ grinder you've ever seen?!?
Tonight - The Knockout
3223 Missio St
San Francisco, CA 94110 (the OTHER side of Army/Ceasar Chavez)
Join the gang for "Bingotopia" starting at 7pm. Win fabulous prizes. Hear great music. Don't miss it!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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