I hate Florida.
9.4.2k7

Waded into the express lane at the Ralph's yesterday w/ a cart full of junk. Didn't notice the sign until it was too late, then, when the cashier brought it to my attention, I didn't care.

Is that wrong?


Tonight - Homestead.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Too much choice.
9.3.2k7

I think we as a society have gotten carried away making rules about damn-near everything. There's a rule about where you can walk yr dog, when he has to be leashed; there's a rule for who can buy smokes and where you can smoke 'em; there's a rule that ya have to be this tall to ride this 'coaster. No parking. Tow away. No spitting. Be kind to our neighbors. Keep off the grass. Fok! What happened to freedom??? I seen this sign this morning on the entrance to the garage next to work:



My god. No standing on yr motorcycle in this garage. They're taking away our rights!!

Tonight - The Knockout SF.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Featured tonight at Knockout:

Bingo!

Hank Williams' birthday celebration

Karaoke w/ a live back-up band providing the Hank Williams soundtrack

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

30
9.2.2k7

I'd say that this is The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, as both the Chicago Cubs and the Chicago Bears - two of my favorite things - are in action at the same time. I'd say that, except that the Cubs are giving me heartburn and the Bears are giving me heartache. Cubs squeaking out wins by turning unbelieveable game-ending double plays as the tying run crosses the plate in the bottom of the ninth. Bears turning the ball over four times in a game and losing my favorite Bear to a season-ending injury at the same time. I swear ... why can't being a Cubs fan or a Bears fan EVER be easy???


Tonight - The El Rio.

Brazilian/Funk entertainment provided by Nobody from Ipanema. Come on out early to avoid the cover and get your ass-shakin' on!!

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Portia
9.1.2k7

It came time to get some new furniture, I guess because of a cross between the cat having destroyed the couch and chair and my wife having it up to here with the TV stand being a wire Metro Rack™ on casters. We started by looking at catalogs. I liked an item but my wife hated it. We repeated this three-four times and I gave up. She continued to look at every catalog she could find. Didn't like anything. She looked online and didn't find anything. She went to showrooms, sometimes dragging me along, but couldn't find anything.

She was about to give up, and I suggested she take a break from her hunt and go camping with me. She agreed and we went. Our destination was up the coast to Big Sur, California. One stop along the way was San Simeon, home to the decadent Hearst Castle. If you don't know of it, it's newspaper tycoon Wm. Randolph Hearst's giant "fuck you" to poverty, taste, discretion, restraint and humility. It's an unbelievable fortress of plundered artifacts from Old Europe, the Middle East, the Far East and the former Spanish Empire. I had seen "Citizen Kane" and immediately recognized the Hearst Castle as Xanadu from that picture. Crazy. I hated the entire joint except for the gardens and the indoor pool. I did notice a gleam in my wife's eye that tells me she has an idea.

I was right. Before I knew it, my wife had researched the area church closings, attended the auctions and bought pews, tables, benches, wall coverings, stained-glass windows and such. She started buying items from synagog and mosques, too. And hell, I'm as secular as they get, but the collection she modestly assembled, seemed to work well. The cats liked them too.

Soon enough, though, the "new" furniture killed our social life, especially the myriad parties we throw. You see, unbeknown to us, most of our friends are Satanists, and one look at the religious icons and ceremonial furniture sent them packing, never to return. Bummer.

Tonight - Edinburgh Castle.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!