Nosey
11.5.2k7
Holiday airport security lines sure are fun. It's hilarious to see the people frantically putting their things in ziplock baggies then barging their way through the crowd to their former place in line. Everyone gets SO upset. And then there's the look that most people have on their face: I hope they don't single-me out! Not that there's any contraband (hopefully, yo) but just for the inconvenience of a "wanding." The line I got in the other day ran out of plastic bins just ahead of me. The jerks up there were to lamb-like to tell the sleepy TSA folks that they were out, so we stood there. And stood there. I started to say something when a guy with a cart made of PVC (non-metallic, sure, but looks like Fred Sanford made a bunch and sold'm to the gov't. Cheapy-as-hell) wheeled up a stack. It was funny to see the folks who had already taken off their shoes scurry their toes outta the way of them monster plastic wheels. Then it was funny to see the grrrrl who showed everyone her thong was way up her crack as she struggled taking off her UGGS. Seriously ... don't those things come off easy? (The UGGS, that is.)
Tonight - Homestead.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Another extra E.
11.3.2k7
What in the hell is the matter with us? I got jerks that cut you off in line for the loo then sucker-punch you for callin' them on it (happened to a pal). I got jerks that BY GOD will not stop at a stop sign even if they see you and see that you have no stop sign and thereby the right-of-way and call you a fuckn asshole for being there and going through the intersection. I have garbage men that pull down wires and bash gates off their tracks. I've got neighbors that abandon cars for months out in front of our place. And I got kids and their PE class across the street. This "physical education" is the biggest joke of them all.
The goddamn class meets at about the time I'm pulling on my socks. The part I see is the run around the smallish playground. Run. ha. It's a two horse race: The short, skinny black grrrrl who gets out of the gates fast, and the tall, lanky long-haired blonde grrrrl who catches her at turn two and doesn't look back. There are more kids in the class, you know, but they, uh, don't run. They walk. Slowly. They shuffle. They don't even try and don't look like they give a good goddamn. I had to take PE back in the day, and we had to run. Jump. Climb things and throw shit. Even the biggest, shortest, stupidest or slowest of us would give it a try. These children don't even try. It's sad. What would they do if they were being chased? The cops would catch them, that's what.
Tonight - Lucky 13.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.3.2k7
What in the hell is the matter with us? I got jerks that cut you off in line for the loo then sucker-punch you for callin' them on it (happened to a pal). I got jerks that BY GOD will not stop at a stop sign even if they see you and see that you have no stop sign and thereby the right-of-way and call you a fuckn asshole for being there and going through the intersection. I have garbage men that pull down wires and bash gates off their tracks. I've got neighbors that abandon cars for months out in front of our place. And I got kids and their PE class across the street. This "physical education" is the biggest joke of them all.
The goddamn class meets at about the time I'm pulling on my socks. The part I see is the run around the smallish playground. Run. ha. It's a two horse race: The short, skinny black grrrrl who gets out of the gates fast, and the tall, lanky long-haired blonde grrrrl who catches her at turn two and doesn't look back. There are more kids in the class, you know, but they, uh, don't run. They walk. Slowly. They shuffle. They don't even try and don't look like they give a good goddamn. I had to take PE back in the day, and we had to run. Jump. Climb things and throw shit. Even the biggest, shortest, stupidest or slowest of us would give it a try. These children don't even try. It's sad. What would they do if they were being chased? The cops would catch them, that's what.
Tonight - Lucky 13.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Charles Tillman
11.2.2k7
Ya may remember my post from a few weeks back listing the various things I see on my ride to work. I'm ever on the lookout for cars and other hazards, so it makes sense that I've got my eyes open. Open eyes this am revealed an ugly little poop-brown dog at the junction of an alley perp. to the street I was on. Approaching closer, I expected to see someone standing further down the alley - the ugly little dog's mommy or daddy. I saw neither. The ugly dog didn't look lost or scared or anything other than an unleashed dog out for a walk. "Where's yr ma?" I yelled to the dog as I passed. A block later I approached a young Asian lady in a robe and slippers. She was saying "EEE-NUFF !? !! ??" "EEENUFF!!" I got closer and found that she was in fact saying, "Pea-nut!! Pea-nut!" and looking around frantically.
I said, "You lookin' for a little brown dog?" She said yes.
"It's down the block past that chain-link and the alley," I said, and turned around to indicate further by pointing to where I saw the ugly little dog. She looked where I was pointing. "Down there?" she asked. "Yeah, right there ... wait ... there he is!" I said. The dog stepped out from behind the fence. "That ugly brown dog? Is that what you saw?" she asked, "that's not Peanut." I thought 1 lost dog +1 frantic owner equaled 1 happy reunion. Nope. All it equaled was another morning in the 'hood.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
By popular TNSC demand, it's the burlesque gals again tonight. $5 gets you in. More fun than you can shake a tassel at!!!
Show starts at 9pm. Get to the Haight early, dine, record shop, and get to the Deluxe.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.2.2k7
Ya may remember my post from a few weeks back listing the various things I see on my ride to work. I'm ever on the lookout for cars and other hazards, so it makes sense that I've got my eyes open. Open eyes this am revealed an ugly little poop-brown dog at the junction of an alley perp. to the street I was on. Approaching closer, I expected to see someone standing further down the alley - the ugly little dog's mommy or daddy. I saw neither. The ugly dog didn't look lost or scared or anything other than an unleashed dog out for a walk. "Where's yr ma?" I yelled to the dog as I passed. A block later I approached a young Asian lady in a robe and slippers. She was saying "EEE-NUFF !? !! ??" "EEENUFF!!" I got closer and found that she was in fact saying, "Pea-nut!! Pea-nut!" and looking around frantically.
I said, "You lookin' for a little brown dog?" She said yes.
"It's down the block past that chain-link and the alley," I said, and turned around to indicate further by pointing to where I saw the ugly little dog. She looked where I was pointing. "Down there?" she asked. "Yeah, right there ... wait ... there he is!" I said. The dog stepped out from behind the fence. "That ugly brown dog? Is that what you saw?" she asked, "that's not Peanut." I thought 1 lost dog +1 frantic owner equaled 1 happy reunion. Nope. All it equaled was another morning in the 'hood.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
By popular TNSC demand, it's the burlesque gals again tonight. $5 gets you in. More fun than you can shake a tassel at!!!
Show starts at 9pm. Get to the Haight early, dine, record shop, and get to the Deluxe.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
1990s
11.2.2k7
I've mentioned the skin-crawling voice of the Principal of the school across the street coming across the PA and sending chills through my body in this forum once or twice before. I heard him again this morning. It's garbled, and what he's saying is almost indecipherable, but any person ever having gone to elementary school would identify it immediately. It's the voice of ruthless authority. It's the voice of endless, soulless admonishments. It's the cruel voice of punishment.
The brute began again on the PA this morning but cut it short - his was replaced with a different voice: A voice of enthusiasm, of hard work and confidence. I turned off the NPR morning show playing on the radio and listened. I caught just a little bit of, "my name is Taylor Brittany Hannah Ashley Alyssa Kayla Brianna Montgomery, and I'm running for Class Vice-President. My goals for the Spring Semester include insuring adequate supplies of chocolate pudding in the cafeteria, longer recesses, renovated tether-ball courts and more field-trips." I had heard enough! I know now who has my vote come Election Day!!
Tonight - The Orbit Room.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.2.2k7
I've mentioned the skin-crawling voice of the Principal of the school across the street coming across the PA and sending chills through my body in this forum once or twice before. I heard him again this morning. It's garbled, and what he's saying is almost indecipherable, but any person ever having gone to elementary school would identify it immediately. It's the voice of ruthless authority. It's the voice of endless, soulless admonishments. It's the cruel voice of punishment.
The brute began again on the PA this morning but cut it short - his was replaced with a different voice: A voice of enthusiasm, of hard work and confidence. I turned off the NPR morning show playing on the radio and listened. I caught just a little bit of, "my name is Taylor Brittany Hannah Ashley Alyssa Kayla Brianna Montgomery, and I'm running for Class Vice-President. My goals for the Spring Semester include insuring adequate supplies of chocolate pudding in the cafeteria, longer recesses, renovated tether-ball courts and more field-trips." I had heard enough! I know now who has my vote come Election Day!!
Tonight - The Orbit Room.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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