Chicken Butt Redux

10.4.2kX

Goddamn I love Halloween. I love coming up with costumes and sitting down to sketch them out. I love trying to think of materials that would be good parts to the costume. I love trying to figure out where to buy the materials for parts. I love trying to figure out how to attach the parts. I eventually get around to the fact that the trombone is not a good thing to be for Halloween. Sure it would be cool, but it would be impossible to pull off. Them things are skinny and bent-up. Also impossible are the Hoover Dam costume (including a scaled Lake Mead), a ghost town and sadly, my favorite idea ever, an Iron Lung.
Going to a Halloween party that work is throwing this weekend. This is news because I finally work at a place that throws fuckin' parties. It's been years since the company I'm workin' at coughs up some cabbage for free booze, snacks and a DJ. Cool. A costume at this thing is stated on the invitation as mandatory.
So ... I got a costume and it is, as usual, TOP SECRET, but now that I got me a wife ... she knows. If you wanna know, hit her up for intel. I ain't sayin'.

Tonight - The Homestead.

And since my beloved Cubbies have not won a championship since 1908 (the same year that "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" debuted), come on out and watch the Gigantes whoop the TX Rump Rangers game #2!!!, Go Bears! Go 'Hawks!

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Torta

10.3.2kX

I'm thinking of getting some shit together to mod my gorilla suit into a gorilla Elvis costume. It seems like quite a stretch, as plenty of folks go as Elvis without the gorilla and can go pretty big. Also, how the hell do ya put sideburns on a frikkin' gorilla?

One time, in high school, we were hopped-up and driving to the bowling alley and we took a detour: We followed and honked at a guy for at least a half-hour. We did this because he had a "Honk if you Love Elvis" bumper sticker. I think we done scared him some.

Tonight - Kilowatt.

Buster Posey is a really stupid name.

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

TRANSCRIPT

10.2.2kX

(17:36:51) TNSC Robot: You should quit.
(18:00:45) Linkey-Loo Robot: why?
(18:00:58) Linkey-Loo Robot: I bailed at 3:30
(18:01:00) TNSC Robot: Oh ... you know.
(18:01:01) TNSC Robot: ?
(18:01:05) TNSC Robot: Home?
(18:01:17) Linkey-Loo Robot: well, took underground to Emabrcadero
(18:01:23) TNSC Robot: You dik!
(18:01:30) Linkey-Loo Robot: walked down to see the Queen Mary 2 at pier 23
(18:01:37) TNSC Robot: I wish I'da gone home.
(18:01:44) Linkey-Loo Robot: walked up Greenwich steps to Coit tower
(18:01:49) Linkey-Loo Robot: back down Filbert steps
(18:01:54) TNSC Robot: I think I'll fry up some chicken.
(18:02:04) Linkey-Loo Robot: down Embarcadero for a quick G&T at the HiDive
(18:02:11) Linkey-Loo Robot: down to the train
(18:02:11) TNSC Robot: Filbert, Coitus ... you perv.
(18:02:15) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHA
(18:02:16) TNSC Robot: he
(18:02:45) Linkey-Loo Robot: grabbed a Boddingtons at the station (2.75 / widget can - not bad)
(18:02:53) Linkey-Loo Robot: next train was direct to SSF
(18:02:58) Linkey-Loo Robot: walked hom
(18:02:59) Linkey-Loo Robot: e
(18:03:14) Linkey-Loo Robot: did you say "chicken"?!?
(18:03:23) TNSC Robot: yeh
(18:03:29) TNSC Robot: I love me some chicken.
(18:03:29) Linkey-Loo Robot: whoa!
(18:03:34) Linkey-Loo Robot: who doesn't
(18:03:57) TNSC Robot: Only a rooster can get a better piece of chicken than me tonight.
(18:04:02) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHAHA
(18:04:05) TNSC Robot: Or mebbe I'll have a porkchop.
(18:04:07) TNSC Robot: hmmm.
(18:04:14) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh!
(18:04:20) Linkey-Loo Robot: you're all over the map!
(18:04:32) TNSC Robot: I got pankow breadcrumbs ...
(18:04:47) TNSC Robot: Pankow, cayenne, egg wash ... garlic powder ...
(18:04:56) TNSC Robot: I'm thinkin' ho-made shakenbake.
(18:04:59) Linkey-Loo Robot: dag
(18:05:06) TNSC Robot: I can't fry up chicky tonight ...
(18:05:14) TNSC Robot: Gotta marinate that bird.
(18:05:16) Linkey-Loo Robot: it needs a day to brine
(18:05:17) Linkey-Loo Robot: word
(18:05:26) TNSC Robot: Dude ...
(18:05:44) TNSC Robot: Tim couldn't ship a case of OldStyle in time for the game ...
(18:05:50) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh man...
(18:05:56) TNSC Robot: He sent 2 dozen Old Style coozies.
(18:06:01) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHAHAHA
(18:06:09) TNSC Robot: Of course UPS fucked it up and I got 'm today.
(18:06:10) TNSC Robot: So ...
(18:06:14) TNSC Robot: How many ya want?
(18:06:16) Linkey-Loo Robot: that's your calling card, right there
(18:06:26) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh, just 1 for me
(18:06:36) Linkey-Loo Robot: I'll get it in person in a few weeks
(18:06:41) TNSC Robot: ok
(18:06:44) Linkey-Loo Robot: I may be down there next week
(18:06:47) TNSC Robot: I'll bring 'em.
(18:06:54) Linkey-Loo Robot: but for sure the week after, and the week after that
(18:06:59) TNSC Robot: You goin' to Tucson on Sunday w/ us?
(18:07:04) TNSC Robot: To the museum?
(18:07:08) Linkey-Loo Robot: don't think so
(18:07:13) Linkey-Loo Robot: don't know flight yet
(18:07:18) TNSC Robot: "Sonora desert museum"
(18:07:19) Linkey-Loo Robot: actually, will book tonight
(18:07:26) Linkey-Loo Robot: I need to talk to Jer
(18:07:27) Linkey-Loo Robot: don
(18:07:37) Linkey-Loo Robot: 't know if he can do the "friends and family"
(18:07:45) Linkey-Loo Robot: cuz it's so packed that weekend
(18:07:54) TNSC Robot: oh fok!
(18:08:10) Linkey-Loo Robot: we have some other places lined up, just in case
(18:08:41) Linkey-Loo Robot: I get the next 2 days off, I think
(18:08:48) Linkey-Loo Robot: wooooo-hoooooo!
(18:08:52) TNSC Robot: oh really
(18:08:57) TNSC Robot: Dude ...
(18:09:05) TNSC Robot: Is this a bad parto LA?
(18:09:08) Linkey-Loo Robot: well, being that I've been doing 70 hr weeks
(18:09:18) Linkey-Loo Robot: huh?
(18:09:21) Linkey-Loo Robot: where you're at?
(18:09:23) Linkey-Loo Robot: DD?
(18:09:26) TNSC Robot: http://www.google.com/maps?q=957+N+La+Brea+Ave,+Inglewood,+CA+90302&ie=UTF8&z=13&ll=34.056499,-118.356743&spn=0.114344,0.267448&om=1
(18:09:30) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh
(18:09:57) Linkey-Loo Robot: If it has "Ingle" in it, it is
(18:10:46) Linkey-Loo Robot: that's right next to Hawthorne
(18:10:57) Linkey-Loo Robot: (but it IS by Hollywood Park)
(18:11:27) TNSC Robot: whut is Hawthorne?
(18:11:35) Linkey-Loo Robot: ---
(18:11:38) TNSC Robot: If ya wanna know ...
(18:11:43) Linkey-Loo Robot: it's kitty-corner to Compton
(18:11:57) TNSC Robot: This is the locatio of the closest Popeye's chicken 'n biscuits.
(18:12:04) Linkey-Loo Robot: ---
(18:12:07) TNSC Robot: yep
(18:12:24) TNSC Robot: Good chow, that Poopeye's.
(18:12:24) Linkey-Loo Robot: if you're jonsing for Popeyes... don't do it
(18:12:29) TNSC Robot: why?
(18:12:35) Linkey-Loo Robot: taking your life into your own hands
(18:12:42) TNSC Robot: c'mon!
(18:12:47) Linkey-Loo Robot: is it a drive-thru?
(18:12:52) TNSC Robot: Jump on 90 to 405 ...
(18:13:06) TNSC Robot: exit Cintenellaer
(18:13:12) TNSC Robot: Uturn ...
(18:13:19) TNSC Robot: Home in a jiffy w/ no stiffy.
(18:13:26) Linkey-Loo Robot: ok
(18:13:40) TNSC Robot: Just some biscuitz
(18:13:43) TNSC Robot: mmm
(18:13:46) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHAHA
(18:13:50) Linkey-Loo Robot: you sound like Julie
(18:13:59) Linkey-Loo Robot: she makes Popeye's runs all the time at work
(18:15:58) TNSC Robot: fuk yes
(18:16:12) TNSC Robot: Them frisco Popeye's were easy to get to.
(18:16:16) Linkey-Loo Robot: yeah
(18:16:18) TNSC Robot: ---
(18:16:26) Linkey-Loo Robot: not on Missio .
(18:16:32) TNSC Robot: yep
(18:16:45) TNSC Robot: Dox Clox and no-blax Poopeye's.
(18:16:48) TNSC Robot: ha ha ha
(18:17:00) Linkey-Loo Robot: yep
(18:17:07) Linkey-Loo Robot: match made in heaven
(18:17:13) TNSC Robot: That should be our band name.
(18:17:19) Linkey-Loo Robot: except when it reaches your colon
(18:17:30) TNSC Robot: Doc Clox and the noblax Poopeye's.
(18:17:35) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHA
(18:17:38) Linkey-Loo Robot: you're weird
(18:17:42) TNSC Robot: First single?
(18:18:01) TNSC Robot: Me 'n Dingus run from our wives.
(18:18:04) Linkey-Loo Robot: "buttered bizzcut"
(18:18:20) Linkey-Loo Robot: run in fear
(18:18:31) TNSC Robot: CD? Freelunch is for dillholes.
(18:18:37) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHAHA
(18:18:51) TNSC Robot: indie record label?
(18:19:00) Linkey-Loo Robot: wet-nap?
(18:19:03) TNSC Robot: ok
(18:19:09) TNSC Robot: Music publishing co.?
(18:19:14) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh.....
(18:19:16) Linkey-Loo Robot: um.....
(18:19:24) TNSC Robot: fantom Phartknockerz.
(18:19:28) Linkey-Loo Robot: "tastes like chicken"?
(18:19:31) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh
(18:19:33) Linkey-Loo Robot: that works, too
(18:19:56) TNSC Robot: Taste like Chicken and the fantom phartknocker.
(18:20:03) TNSC Robot: Yes, okay.
(18:20:08) Linkey-Loo Robot: get home
(18:20:16) Linkey-Loo Robot: Maltese Falcon is on at 6:30
(18:20:17) TNSC Robot: no shit shirley
(18:20:25) TNSC Robot: Que chanel?
(18:20:28) Linkey-Loo Robot: TCM
(18:20:35) Linkey-Loo Robot: "Turner Classic Movies"
(18:20:42) TNSC Robot: Sidney Greenstreet and the Popeye's runners.
(18:20:51) Linkey-Loo Robot: hey, does BL3 still live in Aussie?
(18:20:53) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHAHA
(18:20:57) Linkey-Loo Robot: Sideny
(18:20:58) TNSC Robot: er ...
(18:21:00) TNSC Robot: mebbe
(18:21:13) TNSC Robot: I think he's on the boat w/ them Van Beethovers.
(18:21:15) Linkey-Loo Robot: NOBODY knows Sidney Greestreet
(18:21:28) TNSC Robot: Sid Greasestreet
(18:21:32) TNSC Robot: My pen name.
(18:21:35) Linkey-Loo Robot: that was awesome!
(18:21:37) TNSC Robot: From now onney.
(18:21:40) Linkey-Loo Robot: ok
(18:21:52) Linkey-Loo Robot: fried chicken comes full circle
(18:22:04) TNSC Robot: Sid Grease and the Mexicali Beerrun Teens.
(18:22:17) Linkey-Loo Robot: are you rendering, or just bored?
(18:22:21) TNSC Robot: stiff
(18:22:34) Linkey-Loo Robot: wow
(18:25:02) TNSC Robot: Big Greasepop and the Highland Park Commie Soccer Mommies.
(18:25:08) Linkey-Loo Robot: HAHAHAHA
(18:25:23) Linkey-Loo Robot: http://www.southparkstudios.com/
(18:25:26) TNSC Robot: The Nurses and Greasy Big's tour barge.
(18:26:05) TNSC Robot: Case o' Juice and The redlight idle parkers.
(18:26:06) Linkey-Loo Robot: Cartman feels your pain
(18:26:22) Linkey-Loo Robot: where are you coming up with these?
(18:26:40) TNSC Robot: The Unused Turn Signals w/ special grease pal Idiot Man.
(18:26:47) TNSC Robot: Dunno.
(18:26:53) Linkey-Loo Robot: ok.... now you're losing it
(18:27:03) TNSC Robot: The Dunnos and the Jelly Donuts.
(18:27:10) Linkey-Loo Robot: click
(18:27:11) Linkey-Loo Robot: the
(18:27:12) Linkey-Loo Robot: link
(18:27:17) TNSC Robot: On
(18:27:20) TNSC Robot: Leenux
(18:27:25) TNSC Robot: No audi A4
(18:27:27) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh yeah
(18:27:34) Linkey-Loo Robot: nevermind
(18:28:18) TNSC Robot: EllaFitz and the Toungey Cheek Lungs.
(18:28:30) Linkey-Loo Robot: whoa!
(18:28:44) Linkey-Loo Robot: that's downright odd
(18:29:20) TNSC Robot: Chocolate Toothpop and the Masters of My Dognuts.
(18:29:30) TNSC Robot: World Tour
(18:29:34) Linkey-Loo Robot: um... no
(18:29:37) Linkey-Loo Robot: good try
(18:29:43) Linkey-Loo Robot: save it for the VA
(18:30:03) TNSC Robot: Jelly Dognut and No-so-Married Men
(18:30:20) Linkey-Loo Robot: your avatar is so serious
(18:30:24) Linkey-Loo Robot: i just noticed
(18:30:38) Linkey-Loo Robot: a contemplative simian
(18:31:44) TNSC Robot: He's not serious, he's plugd-up.
(18:32:37) Linkey-Loo Robot: oh


Tonight - THE El Rio. Outdoor patio. Joe Gore in the front room. $5 cover after 8 for some other event, so get yourselves out there early and enjoy one of those "rare" SF nights!

And I didn't say "go giants" last week. AC did. (and the Giants DID go, didn't they?)

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

10.1.2kX

Since about May, when the Cubs flatlined, baseball has been pretty uninteresting to me. But the start of the postseason, which I can feel in my bones, is upon us, and just now on the iTunes a Liz Phair song came on. It was off her decent WHITECHOCOLATESPACEEGG record and the song, and the feel of baseball in me bones reminded me of a funny story.

Several of us were in my sister's red car, appropriately named "Super Honda." We were rolling into Candlestick suckass Park for a Cubs @ Giants game. The stupid parking lot there had miles of chainlink and only a few openings. Bishop jockeyed Super Honda into a line that was about ten cars back from the entrance. As she got in queue, a black lady "usher" of sorts, who had the longest goddamn gussied-up fingernails I'd ever seen, started wagging one of them menacingly at us.

"No no no! No cuts! Git outta line," she scolded. She had an orange vest and some patches and ID badges hanging off it, so she had some authority, but we were not intimidated. Especially Bishop. She was having none of it.

"Cuts? What are you talking about? We're in traffic: It's called a 'merge,' not 'cuts.' Besides, where does it say anywhere, 'no merging,' or, excuse me, 'no cuts?' Huh? Tell me that. Where's this rule posted?" She was on a tear.

"The people behind you been waiting. You can't cut in there," the attendant said.

"The people behind me let me merge, ma'am," Bishop said.

"No. Git outta line. You ain't going through," the attendant said. She remained obstinate.

"So where am I supposed to go," Bishop asked, "How do we get in?"

"Go up around there," said the attendant, pointing a fingernail toward the outer ring of cars, "go up around there and go to the next entrance."

"Up around there, eh?" Bishop asked, pointing to where the attendant pointed, "go up around there?"

"Yes."

"Okay!" Bishop said, and GUNNED IT toward the verboten entrance!"

As Bishop had stopped Super Honda to get yelled at, all the cars in front of us made it to and through the entrance. Bishop saw her chance and went for it. Fingernails was aghast! "Hey! HEY!! No, no, no! Get ... Hey!!" she yelled as she kinda jogged toward us.

Those of us in the car were surprised too. It was hilarious and we howled with laughter.

Tonight - Lucky 13.

Go Giants!!!


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!