Jesus!
3.4.2k9
Wasn't too long ago I vowed to stop throwin' out food. I'd try harder to cook what I bought, then eat what I cooked. It ain't workin' out exactly as I had planned. Really good lookin' tomatoes find their way home with me from the store and a while later find their moldy butts in my trashcan. Same with luncheon meats, breads, cheeses and all variety of fruit and veg. Sucks. I hate the hell outta wasting foods. Funny how that bag o' chips and icy Coors Lights will get voted into Dinner Office when a perfectly good Deluxe Salad candidate get's Al Gored.
Tonight: Homestead.
Try to: Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Treat them to the TNSC HQ's hospitality. I know I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Ventana
3.3.2k9
One or two of you might have heard that the Chicago Cubs are considering alternate sites for their future Spring Training home. Alternate to Mesa, Arizona's Hohokam Park, run by the Mesa Hohokam tribe of, uh, Hohokams.
I go to Spring Training every year (just went: It was great! Thanks!) and I for one (?) really dig the old-timey feel of Hohokam. I also like parking in the lot owned by the white-haired lady w/ the moustache. I like the freakin-49er prospector-looking old dude hawking tickets by the canal (I think he pans the canal for ’em). I also REALLY like making fun of Mesa – what a dump! I kid Mesa. Not really. Dump.
Anyway … I would be very unhappy. And not in the way our Cubs usually make me unhappy.
Tonight - Hemlock Tavern.
Jeremy? Hemlock? hint hint
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
One or two of you might have heard that the Chicago Cubs are considering alternate sites for their future Spring Training home. Alternate to Mesa, Arizona's Hohokam Park, run by the Mesa Hohokam tribe of, uh, Hohokams.
I go to Spring Training every year (just went: It was great! Thanks!) and I for one (?) really dig the old-timey feel of Hohokam. I also like parking in the lot owned by the white-haired lady w/ the moustache. I like the freakin-49er prospector-looking old dude hawking tickets by the canal (I think he pans the canal for ’em). I also REALLY like making fun of Mesa – what a dump! I kid Mesa. Not really. Dump.
Anyway … I would be very unhappy. And not in the way our Cubs usually make me unhappy.
Tonight - Hemlock Tavern.
Jeremy? Hemlock? hint hint
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Stretch
3.2.2k9
I got to read some of a letter from St. John to the Phillipians in front of a bunch of sad peeps yesterday. The planet Earth lost a good man and we said goodbye to him. RIP James Francis Herold III.
Here's one of the myriad stories of him:
We were in Phoenix for some event in 1998 or so, and we were taking the edge off something at a watering hole near the hotels we were staying at.
Jimi, for reasons we didn't know then and now will never know, wore a construction helmet festooned with decals of SAC/NORAD's 90th Strategic Missle Wing. Where and why he got it are also lost to the ages.
He was, as usual, very gregarious and convivial that night. He approached every table and offered greetings and salutations.
He saluted and toasted all, but when it came time for clinkeys, he'd bow his protected cranium and offer up his helmet for cheers. Steins, highball glasses, beer cans, beer bottles, knuckles and the like would clunk, clink, clank, clang, peal and thunk. All would laugh.
That was our man. That was our Jimi.
We have one meeelion great memories of him. The only thing that sucks is that there will be no more coming.
... but there's a lot in the tank. We love you, brother.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Five buck-cover for them minsky peelers burlesque gals tonight. Go.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I got to read some of a letter from St. John to the Phillipians in front of a bunch of sad peeps yesterday. The planet Earth lost a good man and we said goodbye to him. RIP James Francis Herold III.
Here's one of the myriad stories of him:
We were in Phoenix for some event in 1998 or so, and we were taking the edge off something at a watering hole near the hotels we were staying at.
Jimi, for reasons we didn't know then and now will never know, wore a construction helmet festooned with decals of SAC/NORAD's 90th Strategic Missle Wing. Where and why he got it are also lost to the ages.
He was, as usual, very gregarious and convivial that night. He approached every table and offered greetings and salutations.
He saluted and toasted all, but when it came time for clinkeys, he'd bow his protected cranium and offer up his helmet for cheers. Steins, highball glasses, beer cans, beer bottles, knuckles and the like would clunk, clink, clank, clang, peal and thunk. All would laugh.
That was our man. That was our Jimi.
We have one meeelion great memories of him. The only thing that sucks is that there will be no more coming.
... but there's a lot in the tank. We love you, brother.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
Five buck-cover for them minsky peelers burlesque gals tonight. Go.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Smoke the world.
3.1.2k9
The world's a mess, it's in my Venue Announcemt! Wow but Lee Lee the Musical Bee and I had a goooooood time at HOB on the Sunset Strip with our old pals Helmet and Fu Manchu last night! What were you puppies and kitties up to?
Go get bleu cheese-covered fries here!
Tonight - Irish Bank.
citysearch blows
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
The world's a mess, it's in my Venue Announcemt! Wow but Lee Lee the Musical Bee and I had a goooooood time at HOB on the Sunset Strip with our old pals Helmet and Fu Manchu last night! What were you puppies and kitties up to?
Go get bleu cheese-covered fries here!
Tonight - Irish Bank.
citysearch blows
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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