5.4.2kX
We put together some old rants and new formats! We hope you like it as much as we do. Anyhoo!
Did y'all fill out yr US Census forms? We sure did! I answered the questions the day the form got to us. Sent it back well before the deadline. Why? It's my Constitutional duty, that's why! Another reason? OK! I didn't fill out the form in the Census of 1990 and I caught hell! Hell in the form of two hot grrrls showing up at my door. I was a 20-yr-old college nerd and I was chillin' one day at the apartment alone. A noc-noc came a'rappin' at the door and flinging it ope I came face-to-face with two hotties! Score! It continued: "Are you TNSC Robot?" I said, "gulp, yeh!" One of them said, "Do you live here?" I said gulp yeh again. The other one said, "Why haven't you filled out yr CENSUS FORM YOU FUCKER!!?!" I was ashamed. I was humbled. I did not score.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Asshat
5.3.2kX
Dunno if I told ya this one, so I'll tell ya now, and if it's a repeat, pls consider it merely a reminder, because I done had another brush with invisibility today!
Shortly after my Little Wife and I moved to HelL-A, we found it sometimes relaxing to ride bikes to the beach, lay out on towels, read mags and get some sun. Venice Beach has several dozen acres of wide-open beach, with many of the beach goers clustering by the water. We'd set up close to the water, but outside the cluster. We had vast sandy stretches all around us. Did it a couple times and it was fun.
One time we were laying there, reading mags, and I noticed a (really STOOPID) game of "Ultimate Frisbee" starting up about 1000 feet away. Yes, 1000 feet. Slowly but surely, the game got closer to us (I guess they had ever-moving scoring zones in this game - in most games I think they're fixed, as in football). So here we have us, on beach towels w/ a couple bikes nowhere near anyone else, and a stoopid game of ult.frisbee closing in. It got closer. And closer. Finally, when they were literally upon us (a missed pass landed on my foot), a lanky gal ran over, snagged the disc, wheeled and looked to pass but was covered by a player from the other team. This happened on top of us. I said, "You SEE us, don't you??" I don't know if she did, because she made her pass then bounded off. It was really weird.
I needn't remind you that, as a bicyclist, I'm used to a certain amount of invisibility, but not like the ulty frisbee game. I don't think anyone from either team saw us at all.
So I tell you that instance of invisibility because it happened again! I nearly got run over by a guy on a bike (who was on the goddamn sidewalk and crosswalk) when there was no way he couldn't have seen me. I was in the middle of an intersection. In the crosswalk. I see the burnout (I mentioned he was a total burnout tweaker, didn't I?) come off the sidewalk, into the crosswalk, and make a B-line for me. Sure, bikes are on collision-courses w/ people all the time, but they usually adjust and maneuver out of the way. This guy didn't. Not at the normal time. Or the last second. Or the last-last second. I dodged out of his way and yelled, "DOOOOOD!" and he snapped out of it, veered a little, said, "um saw .. " or some such shit. I called him a fuck head. He continued on. I couldn't believe it. It's not like I'm wearing camo or anything.
Tonight - House of Shields.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Dunno if I told ya this one, so I'll tell ya now, and if it's a repeat, pls consider it merely a reminder, because I done had another brush with invisibility today!
Shortly after my Little Wife and I moved to HelL-A, we found it sometimes relaxing to ride bikes to the beach, lay out on towels, read mags and get some sun. Venice Beach has several dozen acres of wide-open beach, with many of the beach goers clustering by the water. We'd set up close to the water, but outside the cluster. We had vast sandy stretches all around us. Did it a couple times and it was fun.
One time we were laying there, reading mags, and I noticed a (really STOOPID) game of "Ultimate Frisbee" starting up about 1000 feet away. Yes, 1000 feet. Slowly but surely, the game got closer to us (I guess they had ever-moving scoring zones in this game - in most games I think they're fixed, as in football). So here we have us, on beach towels w/ a couple bikes nowhere near anyone else, and a stoopid game of ult.frisbee closing in. It got closer. And closer. Finally, when they were literally upon us (a missed pass landed on my foot), a lanky gal ran over, snagged the disc, wheeled and looked to pass but was covered by a player from the other team. This happened on top of us. I said, "You SEE us, don't you??" I don't know if she did, because she made her pass then bounded off. It was really weird.
I needn't remind you that, as a bicyclist, I'm used to a certain amount of invisibility, but not like the ulty frisbee game. I don't think anyone from either team saw us at all.
So I tell you that instance of invisibility because it happened again! I nearly got run over by a guy on a bike (who was on the goddamn sidewalk and crosswalk) when there was no way he couldn't have seen me. I was in the middle of an intersection. In the crosswalk. I see the burnout (I mentioned he was a total burnout tweaker, didn't I?) come off the sidewalk, into the crosswalk, and make a B-line for me. Sure, bikes are on collision-courses w/ people all the time, but they usually adjust and maneuver out of the way. This guy didn't. Not at the normal time. Or the last second. Or the last-last second. I dodged out of his way and yelled, "DOOOOOD!" and he snapped out of it, veered a little, said, "um saw .. " or some such shit. I called him a fuck head. He continued on. I couldn't believe it. It's not like I'm wearing camo or anything.
Tonight - House of Shields.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
BOF 1
5.2.2kX
Begin the Boring Old Fart era! It's official! I've got nothing to say but boring, stupid stuff. If yr saying, "That's been the drill from the beginning," well, I'll accept that. If I amused one person (Alan), that's enough. But I'm afraid it's BOF from now on. Witness:
I bought a bike seat for Ez! It's one that mounts on the back of a bike, so instead of putting it on Chuck, I snagged my old, beloved, CroMoly Gary Fisher "Aquila" hard-tail off the wall and set it up. I took it for a spin and the shifter for the rear derailleur didn't work. I feared that the derailleur failed (it's been on its last gear for a while), and it took the shifter with it. Plus the front wheel was out of true, so a trip for a tune up was necessary. I didn't like the place I got Chuck tuned, so I tried a new place. I liked it a lot. The mech did try to tell me that the shifter and the derailleur were two separate pieces and one not working did not mean they were both broken. I told him that I realized that, but to please give the derailleur a close inspection.
The bike's back. All is well. We ride Saturday. And Sunday. And forever.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
And them temptresses from Little Minsky's Burlesque will be peelin' it tonight, too, so come on out!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Begin the Boring Old Fart era! It's official! I've got nothing to say but boring, stupid stuff. If yr saying, "That's been the drill from the beginning," well, I'll accept that. If I amused one person (Alan), that's enough. But I'm afraid it's BOF from now on. Witness:
I bought a bike seat for Ez! It's one that mounts on the back of a bike, so instead of putting it on Chuck, I snagged my old, beloved, CroMoly Gary Fisher "Aquila" hard-tail off the wall and set it up. I took it for a spin and the shifter for the rear derailleur didn't work. I feared that the derailleur failed (it's been on its last gear for a while), and it took the shifter with it. Plus the front wheel was out of true, so a trip for a tune up was necessary. I didn't like the place I got Chuck tuned, so I tried a new place. I liked it a lot. The mech did try to tell me that the shifter and the derailleur were two separate pieces and one not working did not mean they were both broken. I told him that I realized that, but to please give the derailleur a close inspection.
The bike's back. All is well. We ride Saturday. And Sunday. And forever.
Tonight - Club Deluxe.
And them temptresses from Little Minsky's Burlesque will be peelin' it tonight, too, so come on out!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Texas Radio and the big beets
5.1.2kX
"5 to 1," baby, also known as Hola Blogger!
Instead of Doors lyrics refs, I should pepper this bullshit post w/ Wm. Shakespeare quotes, as the abandonment of ftp publishing by the mighty Blogger was, indeed, much ado about shit. Here we are, still on Blogger.
So, to celebrate, you can dramatically re-enact last week's sad, sad meeting, with everyone standing around weeping about TNSC's changes, farewell to Blogger and such, when someone (Alan) can gleefully announce that, no, all is well and the changes are all under-the-hood.
Tonight - TOSCA.
Seriously! Re-enact last week! I'm sending you to the same place!! Alt. reason for sending you to same place: We were having SO much fun last week that we didn't have a chance to finish! Additionally, there are to be performances by "Mr. Lucky and the Cocktail Party" (featuring Ralph Carney) and the Ramshackle Romeos! And all this fun for exactly NO cover!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
"5 to 1," baby, also known as Hola Blogger!
Instead of Doors lyrics refs, I should pepper this bullshit post w/ Wm. Shakespeare quotes, as the abandonment of ftp publishing by the mighty Blogger was, indeed, much ado about shit. Here we are, still on Blogger.
So, to celebrate, you can dramatically re-enact last week's sad, sad meeting, with everyone standing around weeping about TNSC's changes, farewell to Blogger and such, when someone (Alan) can gleefully announce that, no, all is well and the changes are all under-the-hood.
Tonight - TOSCA.
Seriously! Re-enact last week! I'm sending you to the same place!! Alt. reason for sending you to same place: We were having SO much fun last week that we didn't have a chance to finish! Additionally, there are to be performances by "Mr. Lucky and the Cocktail Party" (featuring Ralph Carney) and the Ramshackle Romeos! And all this fun for exactly NO cover!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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