Last Dance

12.3.2014

The robot wife and I were riding out the current storms by candlelight a few nights ago, dabbling with the Ouija™ board, (as we tend to do from time to time) when we received a very clear message from beyond... from the disco diva herself, Donna Summer.  I shit you not.

The planchette flew furiously across the letters and clearly let us know that it was again time for TNSC honorary founding member Mathias Genser's birthday!!  Mrs. Robot and I sat mesmerized as our arms were mysteriously pulled back and forth across the board as Donna reminisced about Mat's time in New York City in the heady 1970's during Disco era's rise (and subsequent fall.)  Mat saw, and apparently snorted, it all.  We couldn't believe what we were reading!!  But found photographic evidence to prove it!!  (click to enlarge)

Donna continued on and implored all TNSC members to come on out tonight and make sure Mat is fêted for who he is, and all that he's accomplished.  Especially escaping the disco era with his good reputation (and septum) clearly intact.

She also reminded me that is the last official TNSC meeting for 2014 due to by-laws regarding Thursday nights clearly colliding with holidays.  A draft through the window quickly extinguished the candle, and, just like that, our connection with her was gone.

So do what Donna would have wanted us to do.  Come on out and raise a birthday toast to Mathias!!

Tonight - The Orbit Room   (as all things revolve around Mat)

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

East End Boys, West Bend Grrrrls. (REDUX)

12.2.2014

So, what ... are you going to move from place to place, city to city, state to state and haul around all them "fringe" appliances thinkin' YEH some day I am gonna make me some waffles on this waffle-iron my dear Auntie Myrtle gave me five Christmases ago and I used once? I AM going to get a bunch of carrots, celery, radishes, cilantro and what and use this JUICER I bought a fuckin' million years ago and used for a week? I, for one, am NOT going to move again and bring along them things if I don't be usin' them. So ... junk them? eBay? Craigslist? I got an idea! USE THEM! Justify their presence in yr home. Make it worth finding a box for them next time you call the moving co. to haul yr shit to yr new digs.

I was under the kitchen sink counting spiders the other day and spied my espresso machine. I thought, well shee-it. When's the last time I enjoyed a deluxe coffee at home? Took it out, cleaned it up, got some Peet's 'spresso and voila! RIGHT NOW I'm working on #3 homemade Americano. This weekend I'm gonna fire-up the Breadmaker. Last night I used the mixer and made some cookies. I challenge every one of you lovely List Members: Dust off that rarely-used appliance and use it. Fire me an email and lemme know what you cooked, juiced, fried, grilled, steamed or whatever. A prize will be awarded for the most esoteric submission. I alone will be the Judge. Bribes, as always, will be accepted.

Submit your cookery here.

Though I wouldn't suggest leaving one's house on a dark and stormy night such as this, if you are so inclined, come on out for a Dark & Stormy!!

Tonight - Lone Palm.  SF's coziest inclement weather bar.

Great turnout last week. If you missed it, you suck!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Def Leppard (REDUX)

12.1.2014

(an oldie-but goodie TNSC venue announcement from this day, 14 years ago)

All things considered, I suppose I'm a bit of a kleptomaniac; I love fire. I was ... wait. Kleptomaniac? It's not kleptomaniac. Nymphomaniac. That's it. Nympho- ... what the hell is going here? It's not klepto, it's not nympho. It's ... dang it ... I can't think what ... whataminute! I got it! PYROMANIAC! P-Y-R-O-M-A-N-I-A-C. Right! I'm a bit of a PYRO-maniac because I love fire. I don't like setting things on fire, mind you, (except for a pyramid of Kingsford™ briquettes!) but I'm fascinated by the sight of "all things ablaze!" Alan was just staring out the window and I looked where he was looking. Some dude across the street had a torch and he was dicking around with roof tar. Spittin' fire, burnin' tar, outside, beautiful morning – what a life! I sure would like a job that had somethin' to do with fire other than corny names for special effects software from Canada. I would love it if we could have a fire in a 55 gallon oil barrel and have it out by the coffee machine. Think about it: Wake up, ride to work, get a coffee and stand around the flaming barrel jawing with coworkers. Sounds pretty sweet. The only thing better would be: Sleep in, stay home, drink a pot of coffee and do nothing until you're damn good and ready. And when you're damn good and ready, why not go here tonight:

Tonight - The Homestead

"Why there?" you may ask.  "It's not the last Thursday of the month!!" 

One - because the last Thursday of the last 2 months of 2014 are occupied by holidays.

Two - because the TNSC founding robot is in town and that's where he's called the meeting.  If any of you have never met him, come on out and do so in person.  If you have met him before, you know that you'll be there.



bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!