Robot brain done crashed. Until it's repaired, see you at the bar.
Tonight - Homestead.
Radiumites... see you there!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Hard Drive - FAIL
5.4.2kXI
Robot brain done crashed. Until it's repaired, see you at the bar.
Tonight - Homestead.
Radiumites... see you there!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Robot brain done crashed. Until it's repaired, see you at the bar.
Tonight - Homestead.
Radiumites... see you there!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Nobody's Fault but Mine
5.3.2kXI
Last week I had Google™ (well... Blogger™) to blame for the inability to post a VA. This week... it's all my fault.
Tonight: The House of Shields.
Drink like your grandfather used to!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Last week I had Google™ (well... Blogger™) to blame for the inability to post a VA. This week... it's all my fault.
Tonight: The House of Shields.
Drink like your grandfather used to!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Lemon.... drop.
5.1.2kXI
What do you think about camping food? Do you settle for dogs and beans or do you make elaborate camping meals ahead of time for reheating outdoors like my mother used to make? I'd love to go fancy like that but more often I snag a mess of dogs and brats, buns, beans and corn. 'course ya got bacon and eggs in the morning but dinner is cooked over flamin' logs.
I was campin' years ago when I was in college. A few us fucked off down Southern Illinois town called Carbondale. Home of Southern Illinois University and Marion Fed. Pen. Got Gotti? Marion does. Had Gacy. He dead now. Anyway, Carbondale is a wonderful place to camp. Took a newbie camper with us (or he took us as he had the wheels) and boy was he un-fun. Fucking complained about the cold, the scary night noises, the rocks we threw at him and on and on. One night we were roasting some smoky links squewered on sticks over the fire when this fuckwit allowed his link to fall off stick and into fire. He quickly snatched it out only to make like he was going to heave it into the brush. Another pal stopped his hand, "What do you think yr doing," he asked. "It fell. It's got ashes all over it," he replied. I said, "then what are you going to eat, dummy? That's all you get. Wipe off the ashes and cover with mustard. It will be fine." He resisted, but realized it WAS his only dinner and complied. No big deal: I've eaten floor food many times.
So fast fwd to about a week ago when I'm on the patio of this bar w/ this babe enjoying some afternoon sun and an icy-cold adult beverage. The barkeep and some of his helpful pals were BBQing burgers and dogs for the patrons. Real nice. Then barkeep whips a pan of marinating chicken breasts to the grill's work area, only to place it badly and have it D R O P it on the pavement. Marinade, chicken breasts and pan. Barkeep's pals howled with laughter while barkeep visibly held back a full-on rage. Thinking quickly I yelled, "FIVE SECOND RULE!!" and barkeep's pals laughed a confirmation. Barkeep winked at me and picked the chicken off the pavement, paper-towelled off the 'bits' and threw 'em where jebus intended marinated chicken breasts to be: On the grill.
We don't eat at that bar.
In keeping w/ the Linkey-Loo theme, we give you tonight's venue of choice:
Zeitgeist
Where you get all the Margarita goodness with only 1/4 of the Messicans. (I kid... I kid....)
Come and check out the new "facelift". I haven't visited in person, but tonight will be the night.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
What do you think about camping food? Do you settle for dogs and beans or do you make elaborate camping meals ahead of time for reheating outdoors like my mother used to make? I'd love to go fancy like that but more often I snag a mess of dogs and brats, buns, beans and corn. 'course ya got bacon and eggs in the morning but dinner is cooked over flamin' logs.
I was campin' years ago when I was in college. A few us fucked off down Southern Illinois town called Carbondale. Home of Southern Illinois University and Marion Fed. Pen. Got Gotti? Marion does. Had Gacy. He dead now. Anyway, Carbondale is a wonderful place to camp. Took a newbie camper with us (or he took us as he had the wheels) and boy was he un-fun. Fucking complained about the cold, the scary night noises, the rocks we threw at him and on and on. One night we were roasting some smoky links squewered on sticks over the fire when this fuckwit allowed his link to fall off stick and into fire. He quickly snatched it out only to make like he was going to heave it into the brush. Another pal stopped his hand, "What do you think yr doing," he asked. "It fell. It's got ashes all over it," he replied. I said, "then what are you going to eat, dummy? That's all you get. Wipe off the ashes and cover with mustard. It will be fine." He resisted, but realized it WAS his only dinner and complied. No big deal: I've eaten floor food many times.
So fast fwd to about a week ago when I'm on the patio of this bar w/ this babe enjoying some afternoon sun and an icy-cold adult beverage. The barkeep and some of his helpful pals were BBQing burgers and dogs for the patrons. Real nice. Then barkeep whips a pan of marinating chicken breasts to the grill's work area, only to place it badly and have it D R O P it on the pavement. Marinade, chicken breasts and pan. Barkeep's pals howled with laughter while barkeep visibly held back a full-on rage. Thinking quickly I yelled, "FIVE SECOND RULE!!" and barkeep's pals laughed a confirmation. Barkeep winked at me and picked the chicken off the pavement, paper-towelled off the 'bits' and threw 'em where jebus intended marinated chicken breasts to be: On the grill.
We don't eat at that bar.
In keeping w/ the Linkey-Loo theme, we give you tonight's venue of choice:
Zeitgeist
Where you get all the Margarita goodness with only 1/4 of the Messicans. (I kid... I kid....)
Come and check out the new "facelift". I haven't visited in person, but tonight will be the night.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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