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8.4.2k8
The weather is funky down here in LA by the beach. I coulda sworn it was rainy weather last night but I knew that was impossible as it never rains here in these months. We DID have some cool lightning a week or so ago - there was a big storm out over the bay/ocean and it was so high up we could see it pretty clearly. It was so damn far away, one could chug-a-lug a Miller High Life™ and open another between the time of the lightning and the thunder.
One time many years ago, a pal and I took some "medicine" and went to look for a high (get it) spot to watch a lightening storm in the desert hick-town I grew up in. We found a church. The place was lousy with churches. We scaled a fence, climbed a wall and I gave her a boost to get on the actual roof of the thing. You guessed it ... we got as close to the highest spot on the roof - the cross - to watch lightning. Shut up ... we were medicated. So as I was boosting her up, she somehow dug her bare foot (roger that: bare feet to boot) into a vent pipe of some sort and began bleeding all over the church roof. We had fun and wiped her bloody foot all over and in the process, got blood all over ourselves. The rain, accompanying the lightning storm and light till now, began to harden as the storm intensified and got closer. We took a clue and got down and went back to the party we had left. We walked in and, soaking wet and covered - literally - with blood, gave our pals a fright. Curious to us was that while our pals liked to fuck shit up, they didn't find it kinda cool and fun to look like Carrie after the prom. They made us clean up.
The gal and I ain't pals anymore, in case yr wondering. I'm friends with the rest of that groop still, though.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The Penguin.
8.3.2k8
Ya never know just by meeting a nice couple of folks whether they truly are a nice couple of folks or actually a couple of jerks with filthy mouths and bad attitudes.
I wheeled up to the casa several months ago and there were a couple of people milling about with a clipboard not far away. They asked if I lived there as they walked closer. "Mebbe," I said, "whatcha wanna know for?" They said they owned the house right over there (pointing toward a boarded-up junker) and said they were fighting City Hall about the property line and whether they could build out and rehab the place. I said Hi and told 'em I rented. They poked their clipboard into my chest and asked me to sign their petition that told City Hall that their neighbors felt at ease with their building plans. I said, "I'll sign, on the condition that you chop down that dead tree and turn out to be good neighbors." They agreed, and declared they liked good neighbors themselves.
So a few weeks back they showed up with a chainsaw and a jackhammer and chopped down the tree and tore up the concrete. They waved hi and later flagged me down. "Whose cars are all these?" they asked, gesturing to the myriad cars parked in our area. I actually knew about most of them and told them. "Them two trucks are that guy's (pointing to the neighbor at the corner); that truck, that car and that other car are my upstairs neighbors'; those two SUVs are my other neighbors'; and I don't know whose Jeep™ that is." They nodded and said, "ok. What about that camper?" I said, "that's my father-in-law's, what about all this, you work for Parking and Traffic or something?" "No," they said, "just wondering."
Turns out they were wondering because they have a bunch of cars, campers and boats themselves and have since deposited every single one of them in the prime spots. To sit and moulder. Also, I'm really happy to find out that they swear and yell very loudly while rehabbing the house. In the past I wouldn't mind, but I got a kid now and I don't need him hearing that from them: I want him to hear it from ME and learn the proper way to swear.
Tonight - 500 Club.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
8.3.2k8
Ya never know just by meeting a nice couple of folks whether they truly are a nice couple of folks or actually a couple of jerks with filthy mouths and bad attitudes.
I wheeled up to the casa several months ago and there were a couple of people milling about with a clipboard not far away. They asked if I lived there as they walked closer. "Mebbe," I said, "whatcha wanna know for?" They said they owned the house right over there (pointing toward a boarded-up junker) and said they were fighting City Hall about the property line and whether they could build out and rehab the place. I said Hi and told 'em I rented. They poked their clipboard into my chest and asked me to sign their petition that told City Hall that their neighbors felt at ease with their building plans. I said, "I'll sign, on the condition that you chop down that dead tree and turn out to be good neighbors." They agreed, and declared they liked good neighbors themselves.
So a few weeks back they showed up with a chainsaw and a jackhammer and chopped down the tree and tore up the concrete. They waved hi and later flagged me down. "Whose cars are all these?" they asked, gesturing to the myriad cars parked in our area. I actually knew about most of them and told them. "Them two trucks are that guy's (pointing to the neighbor at the corner); that truck, that car and that other car are my upstairs neighbors'; those two SUVs are my other neighbors'; and I don't know whose Jeep™ that is." They nodded and said, "ok. What about that camper?" I said, "that's my father-in-law's, what about all this, you work for Parking and Traffic or something?" "No," they said, "just wondering."
Turns out they were wondering because they have a bunch of cars, campers and boats themselves and have since deposited every single one of them in the prime spots. To sit and moulder. Also, I'm really happy to find out that they swear and yell very loudly while rehabbing the house. In the past I wouldn't mind, but I got a kid now and I don't need him hearing that from them: I want him to hear it from ME and learn the proper way to swear.
Tonight - 500 Club.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Great Tits
8.2.2k8
Since I'm not creative today, I'm going to have to leave this lame-ass Venue Announcement. For all of the new people that are receiving this, I apologize. But NEXT week... it'll be just like the old days. I may even throw in a "Historical Reenactment"!
Stay tuned. But until then, Enjoy:
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Show starts at 10pm. $5 cover for more entertainment than you can shake a tassel at!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
8.2.2k8
Since I'm not creative today, I'm going to have to leave this lame-ass Venue Announcement. For all of the new people that are receiving this, I apologize. But NEXT week... it'll be just like the old days. I may even throw in a "Historical Reenactment"!
Stay tuned. But until then, Enjoy:
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Show starts at 10pm. $5 cover for more entertainment than you can shake a tassel at!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Oh fishy fishy fish.
8.1.2k8
I'm going greener every goddamn day, yo. I recycle everything. I bike everywhere and I bring my own goddang grocery bags to Ralph's. I'm so enthusiastic about it I whip myself into some pretty sticky dilemmas:
If I have a paper napkin at the office, should I get one from the burrito truck or leave it for another yokel? Would me taking one from the wagon deprive another and therefore make the truck guy order more, the napkin guy make more, the forest guy deforest more and so on? I know yr supposed to re-use cloth napkins whenever possible, but what when it's not possible?
Should I buy every coffee mug I see at yard sales and donate them to the coffee shop so they can hand 'em out free instead of in paper cups? The typical paper cup lasts for one drink and is pitched. If on the OFF CHANCE I get a paper cup, I reuse that sucker until the glue delaminates. I usually carry a variety of ceramic cups with me. Ceramic cups and Thermoses™, bitches.
Tonight - Edinburgh Castle.
Ye Olde Chelsea and yesterday's Examiner call, yo!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
8.1.2k8
I'm going greener every goddamn day, yo. I recycle everything. I bike everywhere and I bring my own goddang grocery bags to Ralph's. I'm so enthusiastic about it I whip myself into some pretty sticky dilemmas:
If I have a paper napkin at the office, should I get one from the burrito truck or leave it for another yokel? Would me taking one from the wagon deprive another and therefore make the truck guy order more, the napkin guy make more, the forest guy deforest more and so on? I know yr supposed to re-use cloth napkins whenever possible, but what when it's not possible?
Should I buy every coffee mug I see at yard sales and donate them to the coffee shop so they can hand 'em out free instead of in paper cups? The typical paper cup lasts for one drink and is pitched. If on the OFF CHANCE I get a paper cup, I reuse that sucker until the glue delaminates. I usually carry a variety of ceramic cups with me. Ceramic cups and Thermoses™, bitches.
Tonight - Edinburgh Castle.
Ye Olde Chelsea and yesterday's Examiner call, yo!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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