4.5.2k9
I like guacamole but it doesn't like me. I'm kinda allergic to avocado, ya see. It's a crying shame, to be sure, but I can think of two or three things that would suck a lot more if I were allergic to them. Beer, coffee, bacon, Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce, among others.
I'm gearing up to construct a seven-layer Mexi dip, in honor of our southern amigos who've to the H1N1. Like many Mexi specials, a traditional seven-layer dip has guac as one of the layers. Not my dip. I pondered a while on the matter of a worthy substitution. Diced tomatoes? Nah. Onion? Nope. I got refried beans (1), crema (2), diced green chiles (3), jalapeno (4), salsa (5), shredded chee (6), sliced onion (7) ... waitaminute ... I got seven already. Sans guac. Who the fok made up this dumb recipe? Why is it known as "seven-layer" dip when seven layers makes up the core of the thing? I haven't even gotten to the crumbled bacon and chorizo layer.
Happy Uno de Mayo tomorrow.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Like to steal. Here's yr bill.
4.4.2k9
I beg you to go to Spec's.
I would if I could. I'm a Barbie Doll but I've got brains!
Tonight - Spec's.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I beg you to go to Spec's.
I would if I could. I'm a Barbie Doll but I've got brains!
Tonight - Spec's.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Alternative Ulster
4.3.2k9
I was once at the mercy of a Buzzkill. The Buzzkill was a licensed vehicle operator when I was just a wee robot. The Buzzkill would not let me or the other wee robots operate the tapedeck in his vehicle. The Buzzkill listened only to Scorpions Live and a tape of Stiff Little Fingers singles his brother made him. Thank Christ for his brother.
Tonight - ElixirSF.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I was once at the mercy of a Buzzkill. The Buzzkill was a licensed vehicle operator when I was just a wee robot. The Buzzkill would not let me or the other wee robots operate the tapedeck in his vehicle. The Buzzkill listened only to Scorpions Live and a tape of Stiff Little Fingers singles his brother made him. Thank Christ for his brother.
Tonight - ElixirSF.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 09, 2009
A Mule Eating Garlic.
4.2.2k9
I told several of you that I'd let you know how my sentinel chickens worked out. It was great, for a while. The little gals would let me know when the UPS guy was coming and whether he carried a package that needed a signature, so I could scoot home in time to meet him. They alerted me that the sprinklers were fixin' to come on and I dashed out to snag my solar hotdog cooker so it didn't get soaked and rust. They also got pretty good about knowing when Ez was going to burp just air opposed to spitting up his chow. They were great. I highly recommend you try them.
Problem, and I have to admit it, is that we live next door to gypsies. How could living next door to gypsies be a problem, you ask? Up till recently, I'd have been unable to tell you one good reason why it would be a problem living next door to gypsies, but now I can give you one. They "ate" several of my sentinel chickens. I wheeled up to the apartment and smelled delicious cooking meat - as one usually does when one lives next door to gypsies - but I became alarmed when only part of my flock flocked to me. "055," ""147" and "Beth" didn't come. I thought they were angry with me for chastising them when they didn't alert me that the parking jerks were coming to tow the boat of filth (so I could watch and cheer), but that wasn't it. No, they were on their way to lining the stomachs of our gypsy neighbors.
So I had to turn them back in. I told the service a marmot got in their cage and smoked a couple of them. All in all, though, they were great. Ez and I loved them. My little wife? Not so much. She only liked "Beth."
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I told several of you that I'd let you know how my sentinel chickens worked out. It was great, for a while. The little gals would let me know when the UPS guy was coming and whether he carried a package that needed a signature, so I could scoot home in time to meet him. They alerted me that the sprinklers were fixin' to come on and I dashed out to snag my solar hotdog cooker so it didn't get soaked and rust. They also got pretty good about knowing when Ez was going to burp just air opposed to spitting up his chow. They were great. I highly recommend you try them.
Problem, and I have to admit it, is that we live next door to gypsies. How could living next door to gypsies be a problem, you ask? Up till recently, I'd have been unable to tell you one good reason why it would be a problem living next door to gypsies, but now I can give you one. They "ate" several of my sentinel chickens. I wheeled up to the apartment and smelled delicious cooking meat - as one usually does when one lives next door to gypsies - but I became alarmed when only part of my flock flocked to me. "055," ""147" and "Beth" didn't come. I thought they were angry with me for chastising them when they didn't alert me that the parking jerks were coming to tow the boat of filth (so I could watch and cheer), but that wasn't it. No, they were on their way to lining the stomachs of our gypsy neighbors.
So I had to turn them back in. I told the service a marmot got in their cage and smoked a couple of them. All in all, though, they were great. Ez and I loved them. My little wife? Not so much. She only liked "Beth."
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Eatin' Dust.
4.1.2k9
If yr in the market for a car and you didn't buy before yesterday yr gonna get hit with the new registratio fee. Hop to it no more: Yr gonna pay even more for yr new ride. Man, I love fees. My favorite is the "convenience fee" that goddamn ticketmaster puts on its transactio s. It certainly IS convenient to snag tix on the intertubes from the comfort of my own home, but it ain't worth near the cost of the tix themselves.
I learned a while back to MAKE IT CONVENIENT to swing past the box office and procure tix ... do this by scheduling a trip to the Amoeba record store! There's a constant gravitatio-al pull from that store anyway ... why not submit to it every time there's an act at HOB or da Music Box you wanna see?
In other money news, the vendy that was randomly eating an extra quarter from me began flashing and blinking its internal lightbulb. I peered in to watch it explode (protective glass between it and me) only to be disappointed, as it didn't blow. I shrugged and chucked in two quarters and punched Q for a 45¢ sac of Chili-Chee Fritos®. My nickel clunked into the coin return and I stopped. It clunked. It usually clinks. I dug in and hauled out a handful of quarters, dimes and my nickel. Woo hoo. Old Man Vendy paid ME 6 bucks in quarters to snack a sac of Chili-Chee®. Day started right.
Tonight - Bacchus Kirk.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
If yr in the market for a car and you didn't buy before yesterday yr gonna get hit with the new registratio fee. Hop to it no more: Yr gonna pay even more for yr new ride. Man, I love fees. My favorite is the "convenience fee" that goddamn ticketmaster puts on its transactio s. It certainly IS convenient to snag tix on the intertubes from the comfort of my own home, but it ain't worth near the cost of the tix themselves.
I learned a while back to MAKE IT CONVENIENT to swing past the box office and procure tix ... do this by scheduling a trip to the Amoeba record store! There's a constant gravitatio-al pull from that store anyway ... why not submit to it every time there's an act at HOB or da Music Box you wanna see?
In other money news, the vendy that was randomly eating an extra quarter from me began flashing and blinking its internal lightbulb. I peered in to watch it explode (protective glass between it and me) only to be disappointed, as it didn't blow. I shrugged and chucked in two quarters and punched Q for a 45¢ sac of Chili-Chee Fritos®. My nickel clunked into the coin return and I stopped. It clunked. It usually clinks. I dug in and hauled out a handful of quarters, dimes and my nickel. Woo hoo. Old Man Vendy paid ME 6 bucks in quarters to snack a sac of Chili-Chee®. Day started right.
Tonight - Bacchus Kirk.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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