"Crackin' Walnuts"
5.5.2k7

It's an old saying of long-time TNSC list member Bob "Bobo" Roesler. And it bears reapeating - especially in my case.

Since last week's "Last-Thursday-of-the-Month" destination got pulled up to the 4th Thursday of the month, tonight we're heading to an "old standby":

Bacchus Kirk.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

And watch out for these:
















bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Dinetine
5.4.2k7

I'm stuck. I want to buy a sandblaster and blast the shit off some things. I got one thing I really need to sandblast and a few others I'd like to sandblast and still a few more that would merely be fun to sandblast. The reason I'm stuck is that if I'm going to buy an air compressor, I'd like to find one that would do double-duty as a paint sprayer too. Triple-duty as a tire pump. Quad-duty as an airhose. I can't find one and I'm stuck. I'm doubly stuck b/c if I did find one and tried to buy it, my little wife would say, "nofuckingway."

Tonight - Homestead.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Channel 9
5.3.2k7


I went and got me a breakfast burrito this morning. Kinda feeling the 1x vodka rocks, 1x vodka martini, 1x gin martini and ?x Miller Lites from last night, so despite the giant load of grilled food I ate last night, breakfast burrito was necessary. I hate to say that there isn't a cheap breakfast burrito that I've found close by, so I shelled out eight bucks. I stood around waiting what I thought to be an extra-long time before the gal handed me the sack containing the breakfast burrito. I said thanks and she said ... wait for it ... "no worries."

I first heard that expression from an Aussie. That's kinda natural, as the expression originated there. They don't say, "you're welcome" when someone thanks you, no, them Aussies say, "no worries, mate." Fine. I like regional expressions as much as the next guy. I have come to hate "no worries" as a response to "thank you" when spoken by an non-Australian. Here's why: I'm not fucking worried. I'm thankful. You say "no worries" to my "thank you" and you ain't Aussie, I take back my "thank you" and add "kiss my ass." Where in fuck does "thank you" mean I'm worried? Stupid. I'm going to exploit the stupidity of it by bastardizing it and saying "no fears" when someone says "thank you" to me. Worries, fears ... kinda related. We'll see how this idiot maneuver flys. I'll let ya know.



Tonight - The Knockout SF

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Bingo tonight! $5 cover after 10pm... so get in there early.
bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

This smack on head.
5.2.2k7

I got a fascination for birds so I took to feedin' them by hanging feeders in the back yard. Now, a ton of them little kittens (my word for the birds) are swarming. I have a pet store down the road and they sell a 15 lb. bag of seed for five bucks. That's a good deal. For the hummerkittens, I make their food on my stove: .25 sugar per 1.00 water. That is a better deal.
It took a while for the seed feeder to get noticed by the birds. I had a suet feeder there before, but I never saw a single bird despite the suet cakes disappearing - somebody was eating it. My little wife said, "it's prolly a rat." I said no way. The thing would have to be a frikkin' acrobat to get to this feeder. After several cakes disappeared, and nary a kitten spied eating, I retired the cake feeder and got the seed feeder. Then the kittens came flyin'.
I ducked out to fetch a cold beer from the cooler that was out back one night and there's a-rustlin' going on at the seed feeder. There was a kitten getting a late night snack. By kitten, I mean Siberian Hamster. By Siberian Hamster, I mean RAT. As foul as a real live vector hanging from your seed feeder in yr backyard might sound, I had technically been feeding this guy for weeks. He looked, well, great. Clean, fuzzy and with a shiny, healthy coat, he was a poster rat for his species. I told my wife about the encounter and she said, "ha. I was right." Then I asked if she wanted to see it. She said no fucking way. Then I insisted and she came out to see him. She agreed that he was indeed a good-looking Siberian Hamster if there ever was one.



Tonight - Club Deluxe.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Don't miss the burlesque show at Deluxe tonight!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

millet
5.1.2k7

Finishing a frikkin' movie is not like finishing making shelves. When yr about done making some shelves to put yr flowerpots, clothespins, BBQ gear, car wax, bike wheels and the rest of the junk you've got sitting around in the small backyard you have, the activity does not get MORE frenetic. It doesn't get busier. You might check the tightness of the screws one last time or tilt the thing to check that it's level, but you don't run around making a bill of materials, buying wood, primer, paint, sealant and screws, measuring, sawing, sanding, priming, painting, assembling, levelling and installing the goddamn thing. You check your work, then put the various shit in yr backyard on it.
Finishing a goddamn movie? In many ways you start from scratch until the last minute. It's stupid.

Tonight - La Rocca's Corner Tavern.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!