4.5.2kX
This Venue Announcement started as an email. Morphed into a website, then into a blog within a website, and now must change again. Because the Robots have day jobs, we've still not sorted out what we're going to do, now that Google (Blogger's big daddy) is turning off the ftp upload tap.
We will not fail you, though, and while Facebook is not the answer we're looking for, the Venue will from now on be mirrored there. Trusting most of you have Facebook accounts, go to this page and click "Like" and the micro rant w/ Venue information will appear in yr News Feed.
Tonight - TOSCA.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
All Good Things Come to an End
4.4.2kX
We're not talking about the Thursday Night Social Club, itself, but the fact that Blogger (the robot that disseminates the weekly missive) is no longer supporting FTP-based postings. Archaic, yes, but that's how this old-skool robot whirs.
That said we're in the midst of testing several options including new hosting and even Facebook™. We'll attempt a "soft launch" of it next week, and full launch come the first Thursday in May. Keep your eyes peeled for updates soon.
Until then, come on out and enjoy a cool, refreshing beverages w/ both your favorite robots and humans this evening. The always lovely (and sassy) Low-retta K Wilson visiting us from Nashville, and she requested her favorite watering-hole-away-from-home"
Tonight - The Homestead.
A week early, yes, but we're playing by Loretta's rules.
See you there!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
We're not talking about the Thursday Night Social Club, itself, but the fact that Blogger (the robot that disseminates the weekly missive) is no longer supporting FTP-based postings. Archaic, yes, but that's how this old-skool robot whirs.
That said we're in the midst of testing several options including new hosting and even Facebook™. We'll attempt a "soft launch" of it next week, and full launch come the first Thursday in May. Keep your eyes peeled for updates soon.
Until then, come on out and enjoy a cool, refreshing beverages w/ both your favorite robots and humans this evening. The always lovely (and sassy) Low-retta K Wilson visiting us from Nashville, and she requested her favorite watering-hole-away-from-home"
Tonight - The Homestead.
A week early, yes, but we're playing by Loretta's rules.
See you there!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Church Key
4.3.2kX
It's that time of year that I write the check I'm happiest to write: To my CPA! I got him almost 10 yrs ago when freelancing and he helped me sort out withholdings, deductions and such. Now with wife and baby, he's helping even more. I don't know what I'd do without him.
Kinda like the guys that drive beer trucks. WTF would we do if beer delivery went away? Would that Mexican bar on the corner start brewing its own ... uh ... brew? I bet it would suck. And what would the guys and gals that used to drive the trucks do? Hit the job hunt trail or hit the pipe? I hope the former ... we got enough pipers.
And like musicians that make rock-n-roll ... if that vine dried up, we'd be deprived of things like Revolting Cocks' new album, "Got Cock?" Man is it funny the lengths people have stretched the original "Got Milk?" campaign or what?
Fok! I'm late for 3 O'clock Coffee!! Find us on facebook!
Tonight - The Attic.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
It's that time of year that I write the check I'm happiest to write: To my CPA! I got him almost 10 yrs ago when freelancing and he helped me sort out withholdings, deductions and such. Now with wife and baby, he's helping even more. I don't know what I'd do without him.
Kinda like the guys that drive beer trucks. WTF would we do if beer delivery went away? Would that Mexican bar on the corner start brewing its own ... uh ... brew? I bet it would suck. And what would the guys and gals that used to drive the trucks do? Hit the job hunt trail or hit the pipe? I hope the former ... we got enough pipers.
And like musicians that make rock-n-roll ... if that vine dried up, we'd be deprived of things like Revolting Cocks' new album, "Got Cock?" Man is it funny the lengths people have stretched the original "Got Milk?" campaign or what?
Fok! I'm late for 3 O'clock Coffee!! Find us on facebook!
Tonight - The Attic.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 08, 2010
No Touch - Redux
4.2.2kX
When I was in my senior year of college, on Thursdays I had an afternoon class at the so-called "Lake Front" campus and an evening class 13 miles south at the downtown "Water Tower" campus. There was a dude named Dan that had both classes with me. He had a cool last name that I forget now but better still, he had a SHITBOX 1978 Olds Cutlass that despite being held together with duct tape and was nearly rusted out was FAST and chewed up southbound Lake Shore Drive like it was nothin' at all.
He gave me a ride downtown every week and on the way we'd swill coffee, smoke cigs and shoot the shit. He was a local suburbanite and had never been West of the Mississip. I blathered on about Idaho's Snake River Canyon, Washington's Snoqualmie Falls and Hollywood's Sunset Strip Hookers, many of whom tried to tempt me on my way to/from work at Tower Video that weird summer I lived in Hollywood. Dan was a big dude, a tough dude five-ten years older than me but my stories of The Wild West kept him enraptured the entire minute thirty-five it took to drive the 13 miles.
One Thursday Dan told me he was gonna have some pals over and grill meats for Da Bears game the following Sunday and invited me to come. Suburban Chicago kinda made me itch but he said Berkeley, Illinois was so goddang close to Chicago proper that it hardly felt like da suburbss. I figured I'd give it a go.
Following Dan's directions I got to Berkeley, Illinois and figured what he said was true: The place was closer to Chicago than O'Hare. Danny grilled up some fine meats, provided a cooler full of the good stuff and we ate the meats, drank the good stuff and watched Da Bears lose. His pals were good guys too. All of 'em were childhood friends of his and were his age - a little bit older than me. They all worked - Dan had worked with them but quit to go back to school - at the World Dryer Corporation, headquartered right there in Berkeley, Illinois. I said hot-fucking-damn! I knew Berkeley, Illinois meant something to me, it's where them hand dryers are made. Here are two micro-stories about the hand dryers made in Berkeley, Illinois:
Some models have a chrome nozzle that swivels. In grade school it was fun to swivel the nozzle to point up and then fill the nozzle with water. Then hit the button and laugh as electrified water sprayed all over the room. Ha!
At the gym I dutifully go to 3x times a day ... um ... at the gym in the men's locker room, near the shower there's a wall with 4x World Dryer hand dryers on the wall. Three right next to each other in a row and one roughly two feet beneath the dryer on the far right of the row. I wondered if that one was for midgets and thought that wwas a nice thing to provide those little fuckers when I WITNESSED this dude come out of the shower and blow-dry his NADS with it. Long as I live I never want to see anything like that again.
Tonight - Club Deluxe for Little Minsky's Burrrrlesque.
$5 cover. Show starts at 10pm, but get there early for a prime locatio !
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
When I was in my senior year of college, on Thursdays I had an afternoon class at the so-called "Lake Front" campus and an evening class 13 miles south at the downtown "Water Tower" campus. There was a dude named Dan that had both classes with me. He had a cool last name that I forget now but better still, he had a SHITBOX 1978 Olds Cutlass that despite being held together with duct tape and was nearly rusted out was FAST and chewed up southbound Lake Shore Drive like it was nothin' at all.
He gave me a ride downtown every week and on the way we'd swill coffee, smoke cigs and shoot the shit. He was a local suburbanite and had never been West of the Mississip. I blathered on about Idaho's Snake River Canyon, Washington's Snoqualmie Falls and Hollywood's Sunset Strip Hookers, many of whom tried to tempt me on my way to/from work at Tower Video that weird summer I lived in Hollywood. Dan was a big dude, a tough dude five-ten years older than me but my stories of The Wild West kept him enraptured the entire minute thirty-five it took to drive the 13 miles.
One Thursday Dan told me he was gonna have some pals over and grill meats for Da Bears game the following Sunday and invited me to come. Suburban Chicago kinda made me itch but he said Berkeley, Illinois was so goddang close to Chicago proper that it hardly felt like da suburbss. I figured I'd give it a go.
Following Dan's directions I got to Berkeley, Illinois and figured what he said was true: The place was closer to Chicago than O'Hare. Danny grilled up some fine meats, provided a cooler full of the good stuff and we ate the meats, drank the good stuff and watched Da Bears lose. His pals were good guys too. All of 'em were childhood friends of his and were his age - a little bit older than me. They all worked - Dan had worked with them but quit to go back to school - at the World Dryer Corporation, headquartered right there in Berkeley, Illinois. I said hot-fucking-damn! I knew Berkeley, Illinois meant something to me, it's where them hand dryers are made. Here are two micro-stories about the hand dryers made in Berkeley, Illinois:
Some models have a chrome nozzle that swivels. In grade school it was fun to swivel the nozzle to point up and then fill the nozzle with water. Then hit the button and laugh as electrified water sprayed all over the room. Ha!
At the gym I dutifully go to 3x times a day ... um ... at the gym in the men's locker room, near the shower there's a wall with 4x World Dryer hand dryers on the wall. Three right next to each other in a row and one roughly two feet beneath the dryer on the far right of the row. I wondered if that one was for midgets and thought that wwas a nice thing to provide those little fuckers when I WITNESSED this dude come out of the shower and blow-dry his NADS with it. Long as I live I never want to see anything like that again.
Tonight - Club Deluxe for Little Minsky's Burrrrlesque.
$5 cover. Show starts at 10pm, but get there early for a prime locatio !
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Nice Dualie!
4.1.2kX
Missed last week's meeting because I was on the holiday road w/ my little family. Okay ... it was the vacation road but my annual Cactus League Spring Training trip sure seems like a holiday.
On the road I got off to a hot start in the Nice Dualie! game, scoring the Daily Dualie (the first of the day), followed by a beautiful red dualie for a total of four points.
From there it was downhill. My little wife absolutely pwned my the rest of the way, scoring dualie after dualie after dualie. I played it off for a while as, "I'm driving," but soon I had no excuses. She even MISidentified a dualie (for a 2-point penalty) only to score a red dualie (for 2 points) only three seconds later. Damn!
I did score in the campsite: A grey dualie towing a Fifth Wheel crept slowly toward the exit and, with my baby boy in my arms, I approached. The driver had his window down and less than ten feet separated us. I said, loudly, "Nice Dualie!" to him. He looked at me and said, "Huh?" I repeated, loudly, "Nice Dualie!" He drove off.
Tonight - Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Missed last week's meeting because I was on the holiday road w/ my little family. Okay ... it was the vacation road but my annual Cactus League Spring Training trip sure seems like a holiday.
On the road I got off to a hot start in the Nice Dualie! game, scoring the Daily Dualie (the first of the day), followed by a beautiful red dualie for a total of four points.
From there it was downhill. My little wife absolutely pwned my the rest of the way, scoring dualie after dualie after dualie. I played it off for a while as, "I'm driving," but soon I had no excuses. She even MISidentified a dualie (for a 2-point penalty) only to score a red dualie (for 2 points) only three seconds later. Damn!
I did score in the campsite: A grey dualie towing a Fifth Wheel crept slowly toward the exit and, with my baby boy in my arms, I approached. The driver had his window down and less than ten feet separated us. I said, loudly, "Nice Dualie!" to him. He looked at me and said, "Huh?" I repeated, loudly, "Nice Dualie!" He drove off.
Tonight - Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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