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1.5.2k9
Man I need some time off. That must sound funny coming from a guy whose commute to work is approximately 10' from my bed to my computer. It's the truth nevertheless. I'm a busy mofo.
I got calls to make and calls to return. Emails to read, emails to write. Things to buy, things to sell. Things to pack and things to chuck. And on top of all this ... I got a cat's ass to shave and a lot of poop to clean up.
In breaking w/ traditio , we'll be skipping our regularly scheduled venue (Raub said that it's okay), and instead heading here:
Tonight - House of Shields.
Bow to it. 100 years old and still going strong. And if you need any more of a reason to go there, this is it.
Five TNSC meetings this month ... how many did YOU attend?
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Didja make'r blue?
1.4.2k9
Moonface ... er ... Ezzard woke us up this morning at 3 moanin' about something. My little wife applied a bottle to that screamin' maw and it didn't make a sound for another three hours. 6 am is still a kick-to-the-nuts for a guy that likes to sleep in until he's almost late for dailies. Then I remembered ... COFFEE!!!
If coffee and beer had a war and I had to pick a side, I'd be in big trouble, as they are two of the best things in the universe. (Moonface and my little wife are a couple others ... )
Yes, I remembered that I was a few minutes away from enjoying a delicious cup or ten. I ground up the last of my Peet's™ whole-bean Costa Rica and, as exciting as that was, remembered that my next bag is a new Peet's™ offering ... Sumatra Blue Barak or some kinda thing. Came in a cool blue-purple Peet's™ sac and everything. I have enjoyed each and every offering that Peet's™ has produced and trying this new one was a no-brainer.
It's 3pm, and you know what that means: Three O'Clock Coffee!! I'll be drinking my three-oh-oh and thinking of the Indonesian treat I'll be enjoying in the morning. I'll let ya know how she goes.
Tonight - Cantina SF.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Moonface ... er ... Ezzard woke us up this morning at 3 moanin' about something. My little wife applied a bottle to that screamin' maw and it didn't make a sound for another three hours. 6 am is still a kick-to-the-nuts for a guy that likes to sleep in until he's almost late for dailies. Then I remembered ... COFFEE!!!
If coffee and beer had a war and I had to pick a side, I'd be in big trouble, as they are two of the best things in the universe. (Moonface and my little wife are a couple others ... )
Yes, I remembered that I was a few minutes away from enjoying a delicious cup or ten. I ground up the last of my Peet's™ whole-bean Costa Rica and, as exciting as that was, remembered that my next bag is a new Peet's™ offering ... Sumatra Blue Barak or some kinda thing. Came in a cool blue-purple Peet's™ sac and everything. I have enjoyed each and every offering that Peet's™ has produced and trying this new one was a no-brainer.
It's 3pm, and you know what that means: Three O'Clock Coffee!! I'll be drinking my three-oh-oh and thinking of the Indonesian treat I'll be enjoying in the morning. I'll let ya know how she goes.
Tonight - Cantina SF.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
12 minutes to the LOOP
1.3.2k9
Thank Christ I don't drive in LA. Not only are the drivers distracted, most are terrible at driving. Most, despite a law prohibiting it, are on the frikkin' phone. Most are the only occupant in the car. I avoid driving in LA as much as possible, and I'm really, REALLY lucky that I can ride my bike to work.
When I did drive in LA, in 2006 for three months, I had a "reverse commute." Although it was still an average 32-minute trip - which to me is a lot - it woulda been a LOT worse had I been driving in a non-reverse commute. The side streets I take to and from work these days are usually a "solo commute," with no one driving down the streets I choose, except for the garbage, recycling and street cleaner trucks each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, respectively.
But guess what? In LA, if one thing happens, even sleepy side-streets become choked with cars. Much like my commute last night. Not sure what happened up on Lincoln Blvd (CA 1), but something big enough to close the goddamn street happened, and desperate commuters invaded my sleepy commute.
It's not unlike seeing a city bus full of passengers on a side street. I was on such a bus, one summer afternoon in my beloved Chicago. It was a 13 mile ride south to downtown from my apartment, and the bus chugged along Sheridan Avenue, following the lake shore, until a point when it entered Lake Shore Drive itself, for the haul onto Michigan Avenue, downtown. But at the time of the neighborhood incursion, we were way way up in my neighborhood, Rogers Park. Sheridan Road, southbound from Rogers Park, takes a left turn at the neighborhood called Edgewater. If one is on Sheridan and doesn't turn, one will find oneself on Broadway Street, which is what our bus driver did. It took less than a second for damn-near everyone on the crowded bus to moan and say out loud, "wrong way!!!" The bus driver must have shaken her head and figured that she'd haul through the neighborhood to hook back up with Sheridan Road, so after a block or two, she took the left down a narrow street.
I happened to have a window seat, and it being summer, and hot, the window was open wide. The bus came to a stop sign and stopped. Two kids who were drawing on the slate sidewalk with big pieces of chalk, looked up at the city bus, clearly out of place. They caught my stare and I said, loud: "We're lost!" The two kids, god bless them, did not hesitate to jump up, heave their chalk at us, give us the finger and yell, "FUCK YOOOUUUUUU" as they took off chasing us, as we had started moving again. Those little fuckers chased us for three blocks. I laughed my ass off the whole way downtown.
Tonight - Doc's Clock.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thank Christ I don't drive in LA. Not only are the drivers distracted, most are terrible at driving. Most, despite a law prohibiting it, are on the frikkin' phone. Most are the only occupant in the car. I avoid driving in LA as much as possible, and I'm really, REALLY lucky that I can ride my bike to work.
When I did drive in LA, in 2006 for three months, I had a "reverse commute." Although it was still an average 32-minute trip - which to me is a lot - it woulda been a LOT worse had I been driving in a non-reverse commute. The side streets I take to and from work these days are usually a "solo commute," with no one driving down the streets I choose, except for the garbage, recycling and street cleaner trucks each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, respectively.
But guess what? In LA, if one thing happens, even sleepy side-streets become choked with cars. Much like my commute last night. Not sure what happened up on Lincoln Blvd (CA 1), but something big enough to close the goddamn street happened, and desperate commuters invaded my sleepy commute.
It's not unlike seeing a city bus full of passengers on a side street. I was on such a bus, one summer afternoon in my beloved Chicago. It was a 13 mile ride south to downtown from my apartment, and the bus chugged along Sheridan Avenue, following the lake shore, until a point when it entered Lake Shore Drive itself, for the haul onto Michigan Avenue, downtown. But at the time of the neighborhood incursion, we were way way up in my neighborhood, Rogers Park. Sheridan Road, southbound from Rogers Park, takes a left turn at the neighborhood called Edgewater. If one is on Sheridan and doesn't turn, one will find oneself on Broadway Street, which is what our bus driver did. It took less than a second for damn-near everyone on the crowded bus to moan and say out loud, "wrong way!!!" The bus driver must have shaken her head and figured that she'd haul through the neighborhood to hook back up with Sheridan Road, so after a block or two, she took the left down a narrow street.
I happened to have a window seat, and it being summer, and hot, the window was open wide. The bus came to a stop sign and stopped. Two kids who were drawing on the slate sidewalk with big pieces of chalk, looked up at the city bus, clearly out of place. They caught my stare and I said, loud: "We're lost!" The two kids, god bless them, did not hesitate to jump up, heave their chalk at us, give us the finger and yell, "FUCK YOOOUUUUUU" as they took off chasing us, as we had started moving again. Those little fuckers chased us for three blocks. I laughed my ass off the whole way downtown.
Tonight - Doc's Clock.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Date
1.2.2k9
People who go apeshit for celebrities get me wondering: Why bother? They're bums! Well, most of 'em.
My little wife came home from the Whole Paycheck the other day and said, "that midget from "The Hobbit" was shopping with his bodyguard." I said, "Do you mean "Lord of the Rings?" She told me to eat it. I said, "Elijah Wood?" as I looked it up on the imdb. She said yeah. "I saw him at least three times throughout the store. I think he was stalking me." I said, "Who wouldn't?"
She said, "Who wouldn't what? Stalk me? The fuck is that supposed to mean?" "You are kinda stalkable. Stalk-worthy. It's not out of the question that someone would stalk you through Whole Paycheck. You know," I said. She said: "Are you on dope?"
DUH!
Tonight - Lone Palm.
Convenient large ashtrays out front. Trees grew outta'm over tha years.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
People who go apeshit for celebrities get me wondering: Why bother? They're bums! Well, most of 'em.
My little wife came home from the Whole Paycheck the other day and said, "that midget from "The Hobbit" was shopping with his bodyguard." I said, "Do you mean "Lord of the Rings?" She told me to eat it. I said, "Elijah Wood?" as I looked it up on the imdb. She said yeah. "I saw him at least three times throughout the store. I think he was stalking me." I said, "Who wouldn't?"
She said, "Who wouldn't what? Stalk me? The fuck is that supposed to mean?" "You are kinda stalkable. Stalk-worthy. It's not out of the question that someone would stalk you through Whole Paycheck. You know," I said. She said: "Are you on dope?"
DUH!
Tonight - Lone Palm.
Convenient large ashtrays out front. Trees grew outta'm over tha years.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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