Wife beater.
6.4.2k8
Since ranting a few weeks back about severely disliking non-professional internet reviews and comments of or about items, services, media and such, I've actually found myself reading more of them. Interesting to me is that I while some still irritate, some now amuse.
I've taken to really enjoying the kind of comment that starts with completely bullshit statement that has nothing to do with the issue at hand that instead attacks the other commentators. Here's an example: In a story about a former teacher that was convicted of planting threatening notes around a grade school for children and staff to find, many "regular folk" felt the urge to chime in and say, "what a sicko," and "I don't feel bad for her cuz she's a psycho" and the like. I've come to love the person that then chimes in with, "I guess you're all perfect and never made a mistake." I don't get where this urge to throw a mirror in people's faces and say, "yeah, well look at YOU, motherfucker, she may have derailed a train but you're not so great" comes from. What is it? Some Christian value? If so, I'm not sure Christian values are all that great.
Tonight - Homestead.
I removed the Rant Section because I think the engine died. It ain't there anymore at any rate.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Do you dig graves?
6.3.2k8
It's been more frequent than not lately that I write the Venue Announcement over my lunch break and so I'll dedicate this VA to lunch itself.
I have a couple favorite things to do for lunch. I like to take it as late as possible. I learned a long time ago that a late lunch makes the end of the day seem to come more quickly, so I generally don't eat until after 1pm, even later if possible.
I also like, scratch that, LOVE to have BFL. That, if you and I have never lunched together, stands for Breakfast For Lunch. Sure, people have been eating breakfast foods for lunch and even dinner for a meeeelion years, but have they held it in such reverence that they built it into an institution? I wouldn't think so.
Lastly, I love to ask Alan to find out what goes into a "Kari's Favorite" style sandwich when he rings me on his cell either on his way to or at Cafe Moda in SF. We went to Moda damn-near every day for years when we worked together at the sawmill, and if I wasn't having a tuna on sourdough or a large ceasar w/ extra bread, I was having a Kari's Favorite. It's truly delicious, and I remember exactly what goes in it but I ask Alan every time. I say it's to check and see if it's changed or if I've forgotten something, but really it's to irritate him. Don't tell him.
Anyway, all this talk about lunch has made me hungry. I'm afraid I don't have any Kari's Favorites, tuna sandys or ceasars today and I only grabbed a can of soup on the way out of the apartment as I was in a rush. I'm gonna crack it open and micro it in a minute. But I'm not so sure about this new flavor from the venerable Campbell's company.
I'll let ya know how it turns out.
Tonight - Knockout SF.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
6.3.2k8
It's been more frequent than not lately that I write the Venue Announcement over my lunch break and so I'll dedicate this VA to lunch itself.
I have a couple favorite things to do for lunch. I like to take it as late as possible. I learned a long time ago that a late lunch makes the end of the day seem to come more quickly, so I generally don't eat until after 1pm, even later if possible.
I also like, scratch that, LOVE to have BFL. That, if you and I have never lunched together, stands for Breakfast For Lunch. Sure, people have been eating breakfast foods for lunch and even dinner for a meeeelion years, but have they held it in such reverence that they built it into an institution? I wouldn't think so.
Lastly, I love to ask Alan to find out what goes into a "Kari's Favorite" style sandwich when he rings me on his cell either on his way to or at Cafe Moda in SF. We went to Moda damn-near every day for years when we worked together at the sawmill, and if I wasn't having a tuna on sourdough or a large ceasar w/ extra bread, I was having a Kari's Favorite. It's truly delicious, and I remember exactly what goes in it but I ask Alan every time. I say it's to check and see if it's changed or if I've forgotten something, but really it's to irritate him. Don't tell him.
Anyway, all this talk about lunch has made me hungry. I'm afraid I don't have any Kari's Favorites, tuna sandys or ceasars today and I only grabbed a can of soup on the way out of the apartment as I was in a rush. I'm gonna crack it open and micro it in a minute. But I'm not so sure about this new flavor from the venerable Campbell's company.
I'll let ya know how it turns out.
Tonight - Knockout SF.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Old Man Hunger
6.2.2k8
I got a weakness for birds and have found a way to feed a flock of sparrows, a group of finches, a pair of doves and occasionally a couple of crows. There's a ledge of sorts outside the window of my office (which is actually the western wall of the room), and the glass is mirrored primarily for insulation and secondarily for privacy. There's not really anyone milling about in the fenced, secure carpark beyond the glass, so there's not a real need for privacy, but the mirror does provide a nice bird blind so the birds come right up to the glass and feed, water and bathe themselves ... all inches away from my chair.
I first put the seeds out several months ago and the sparrows found them right away. Back then I had a pile on the ledge and a pile on the ground. After witnessing a fuzzy little mouse helping himself to seeds from the ground pile, I curbed that and only put seeds on the ledge. Then I got a dish for a large clay pot and filled it with water for a low-profile bird bath. Soon the sparrows took to that too.
After a while, a pair of doves came and have since come every day. I also noticed that there was a large group of finches in the carpark on the other side of this building, so I began to put out sunflower seeds to lure them over (they frikkin' LOVE sunflower seeds). Sure enough, they found them and are now regular customers.
I've had to take a stand, however, and forbid pigeons from joining the fun. One pigeon will bring another. Then another and soon they will be swarming the place. That's when the cars in the carpark get shit all over and the complaints start and my little oasis is closed by management. I'm gonna try to keep that from happening by discriminating against that goddamn pigeon. Sad but true: The pigeon is the thomeless of the bird world.
Tonight - The EL RIO.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
6.2.2k8
I got a weakness for birds and have found a way to feed a flock of sparrows, a group of finches, a pair of doves and occasionally a couple of crows. There's a ledge of sorts outside the window of my office (which is actually the western wall of the room), and the glass is mirrored primarily for insulation and secondarily for privacy. There's not really anyone milling about in the fenced, secure carpark beyond the glass, so there's not a real need for privacy, but the mirror does provide a nice bird blind so the birds come right up to the glass and feed, water and bathe themselves ... all inches away from my chair.
I first put the seeds out several months ago and the sparrows found them right away. Back then I had a pile on the ledge and a pile on the ground. After witnessing a fuzzy little mouse helping himself to seeds from the ground pile, I curbed that and only put seeds on the ledge. Then I got a dish for a large clay pot and filled it with water for a low-profile bird bath. Soon the sparrows took to that too.
After a while, a pair of doves came and have since come every day. I also noticed that there was a large group of finches in the carpark on the other side of this building, so I began to put out sunflower seeds to lure them over (they frikkin' LOVE sunflower seeds). Sure enough, they found them and are now regular customers.
I've had to take a stand, however, and forbid pigeons from joining the fun. One pigeon will bring another. Then another and soon they will be swarming the place. That's when the cars in the carpark get shit all over and the complaints start and my little oasis is closed by management. I'm gonna try to keep that from happening by discriminating against that goddamn pigeon. Sad but true: The pigeon is the thomeless of the bird world.
Tonight - The EL RIO.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Just do it.
6.1.2k8
I'm listening to one of my iTunes libraries appropriately known as "Crazy iTunes" and a track by Flossie & the Unicorns comes up randomly. The track is called "Free Guitar Lessons For Animals" and it's just as nutty as you'd think by the band's name and the track's title. F&tU are very loosly a band in normal terms, as they're run by an artist who's a puppet-show maven and the album, "LMNOP," could easily be the soundtrack to a really great, whacked-out puppet show.
So as I often do, I google F&tU to read a bit about them. No surprise that the Amazon page selling the album comes up. I click on it and begin to read the "reviews." Oh man.
I wish that 90% of the people who feel compelled to review everything under the sun would, um, fucking NOT. Opinions are like ... oh you know the rest. Seriously, though, a non-professional review of a juicer ("thing did not frikkin' JUICE too good") might come in handy, and a fan's review of the new Ween release ("better than "Chocolate and Cheese"") might be worth looking into for oneself, but the reviews of "LMNOP" were not handy or helpful. Rather, they pissed me off.
A few of my least fav: "I could have made this record. Literally. At least twenty of the little sound effects used here can be found on my Casio keyboard ... " Uh ... then shut up and make it, buttwipe. "I can honestly say this is the worst music I have ever listened to in my entire life. My 3 year old brother could make better music than this." Uh ... lighten up and change it. Yr not being forced to listen to it, are you? And especially: "i thought that this had something to do with the unicorns ..." Do yr frikkin' homework, stupid.
I'm the kinda guy that flicks the song off if it sucks. I don't pen hate mail. Who has the time? Just sayin' ...
Tonight - ARGUS Lounge.
And from the wise souls on the intertubes ...
Sage words, indeed.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
6.1.2k8
I'm listening to one of my iTunes libraries appropriately known as "Crazy iTunes" and a track by Flossie & the Unicorns comes up randomly. The track is called "Free Guitar Lessons For Animals" and it's just as nutty as you'd think by the band's name and the track's title. F&tU are very loosly a band in normal terms, as they're run by an artist who's a puppet-show maven and the album, "LMNOP," could easily be the soundtrack to a really great, whacked-out puppet show.
So as I often do, I google F&tU to read a bit about them. No surprise that the Amazon page selling the album comes up. I click on it and begin to read the "reviews." Oh man.
I wish that 90% of the people who feel compelled to review everything under the sun would, um, fucking NOT. Opinions are like ... oh you know the rest. Seriously, though, a non-professional review of a juicer ("thing did not frikkin' JUICE too good") might come in handy, and a fan's review of the new Ween release ("better than "Chocolate and Cheese"") might be worth looking into for oneself, but the reviews of "LMNOP" were not handy or helpful. Rather, they pissed me off.
A few of my least fav: "I could have made this record. Literally. At least twenty of the little sound effects used here can be found on my Casio keyboard ... " Uh ... then shut up and make it, buttwipe. "I can honestly say this is the worst music I have ever listened to in my entire life. My 3 year old brother could make better music than this." Uh ... lighten up and change it. Yr not being forced to listen to it, are you? And especially: "i thought that this had something to do with the unicorns ..." Do yr frikkin' homework, stupid.
I'm the kinda guy that flicks the song off if it sucks. I don't pen hate mail. Who has the time? Just sayin' ...
Tonight - ARGUS Lounge.
And from the wise souls on the intertubes ...
Sage words, indeed.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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