6.4.2015 (originally posted this meeting day, 2000)
Howdy folks. I was going through my CD's the other night and I found a
great blues compilation CD that I had totally forgotten about. I think I
lifted it from one of my neighbors a long time ago. All I got was the
CD and it had artwork all over it and - total bummer - no track names or
artists were identified. This totally sucks because there's some kick
butt songs. One has this woman singing about her man's foot getting
chopped off. Drag. This other dude's lady skips out on him and his dog
runs off. That's bluesy. I haven't listened for so long this other song
took me totally by surprise. I had to listen to it again to make sure I
heard it right, but on second listen it was the same. I couldn't believe
it. The parallels to the TNSC are scary! REALLY WEIRD. Here's the words
so you can see for yourself. Try to sing it - blues-style. The music's
your standard blues rhythm, guitar, drum. Foot tappin.' Low old-dude
voice. Use yer imagination:
Tonight you wan have fun
I'll tell you where you wa-na go
Said tonight you wan have you some fun
I'll tell you where you want to go
Jus you lissen up here fo 'while 'tell you
Ev'ry lil bit you need to know
Goin' out with bunch of folks tonight
Prob'ly have too much to drink
Goin' out with a bunch of friends tonight
Likely mess with the way I think
Sure to be a real smoky place
When you get home you gonna stink
Lotsa people goin be there
Rather than goin’ home to bed
Many people goin' be at that bar
The cheer will be widespread
Here's where I reveal to you where we're goin:
See you tonight at the Homestead
Old man Rosey ain't goin be there
No one drew him a map
Said ol man Rosey won't be showin' up
Ain't nobody drew him no map
Prolly jes go on home cross the bay
have him a little vodka-induced nap
So see the rest-ya at the bar tonight
We'll have a real wild time
Meet you a the bar tonight
Sure to be a really wild time
If'n you don't get home till real, real late
Ain't a bit of fault of mine.
See
what I mean? Whoa! Isn't that part about Rosey trippy? I mean, what a
coincidence! WE have a TNSC list member named Rosey who always needs a
map. Too bad he didn't sing about Lottery numbers. I'da had to play
them. So let's take a cue from an old bluesman and meet up at the the Homestead.
Contest: Pickin' and Grinnin'
Arts & Craft: WICKER!
Be nice to someone tonight: Bring 'em to the Thursday Night Social Club meeting. See you at the pre-arranged time
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
19.07 g/cc (REDUX)
6.3.2014 (originally posted this meeting day, 2001)
I sometimes wonder how I'm gonna buy the farm. Whether it's Old Man Ebola virus, or Old Man Earthquake or simply Old Man Father Time. I don't mope around all day thinking morbid thoughts, but every now and again I think of the inevitability of me kicking the bucket. It's strange, though: While one is helpless to avoid dying, one can do certain things to prolong life and keep one's mortality at bay. Some folks will say that, for example, quitting smoking will save your life. Sure. Others suggest that a healthy diet and regular exercise is the key to longevity. Why not? I got my own secret that I'm willing to share. I stay alive by avoiding them Cee-Ment Mixers. Those suckers cruise the streets at about a million miles per and with a load of concrete they can punch through a mountainside. Have you heard of depleted uranium? The Army uses it in the bullets they shoot from some of their planes. It's sorta radioactive and it's incredibly dense and with enough velocity it can penetrate armor-plating (read tanks) like butter. I figure cement mixers are kinda like depleted uranium bullets. There ain’t no stoppin’ them. I’m surprised there aren’t more of them wreckin’ into things around here. So you want some advice from me for long livin’ … you see a cement mixer – go the other way. You ought only to be watching its taillights disappear.
News: Jeremy, watch your step on the way to the bar. Don't reenact your trip-and-fall. Also, more mailing list testing. I’m getting slightly bored with it, but I’ll whip it soon. Construction has begun on the new TNSC site.
Tonight's Dramatic Reenactment: TonDramRe Office closed this week. Moving, you know.
Tonight's Singled-out List Member: Mary Haring. Say hi to Mary tonight.
Porn Title of the Week: I Cream of Genie Ha!
Oh Lordy. I want to see each and every one of you at the venue tonight. I have an important question for you. Oh and bring your pals. I know I will. See you there! bye-ee!
Tonight - Doc's Clock. (cash only)
Just what the Doctor ordered!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I sometimes wonder how I'm gonna buy the farm. Whether it's Old Man Ebola virus, or Old Man Earthquake or simply Old Man Father Time. I don't mope around all day thinking morbid thoughts, but every now and again I think of the inevitability of me kicking the bucket. It's strange, though: While one is helpless to avoid dying, one can do certain things to prolong life and keep one's mortality at bay. Some folks will say that, for example, quitting smoking will save your life. Sure. Others suggest that a healthy diet and regular exercise is the key to longevity. Why not? I got my own secret that I'm willing to share. I stay alive by avoiding them Cee-Ment Mixers. Those suckers cruise the streets at about a million miles per and with a load of concrete they can punch through a mountainside. Have you heard of depleted uranium? The Army uses it in the bullets they shoot from some of their planes. It's sorta radioactive and it's incredibly dense and with enough velocity it can penetrate armor-plating (read tanks) like butter. I figure cement mixers are kinda like depleted uranium bullets. There ain’t no stoppin’ them. I’m surprised there aren’t more of them wreckin’ into things around here. So you want some advice from me for long livin’ … you see a cement mixer – go the other way. You ought only to be watching its taillights disappear.
News: Jeremy, watch your step on the way to the bar. Don't reenact your trip-and-fall. Also, more mailing list testing. I’m getting slightly bored with it, but I’ll whip it soon. Construction has begun on the new TNSC site.
Tonight's Dramatic Reenactment: TonDramRe Office closed this week. Moving, you know.
Tonight's Singled-out List Member: Mary Haring. Say hi to Mary tonight.
Porn Title of the Week: I Cream of Genie Ha!
Oh Lordy. I want to see each and every one of you at the venue tonight. I have an important question for you. Oh and bring your pals. I know I will. See you there! bye-ee!
Tonight - Doc's Clock. (cash only)
Just what the Doctor ordered!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Do you dig graves? (REDUX)
6.2.2015 (originally posted this meeting day, 2008)
It's been more frequent than not lately that I write the Venue Announcement over my lunch break and so I'll dedicate this VA to lunch itself.
I have a couple favorite things to do for lunch. I like to take it as late as possible. I learned a long time ago that a late lunch makes the end of the day seem to come more quickly, so I generally don't eat until after 1pm, even later if possible.
I also like, scratch that, LOVE to have BFL. That, if you and I have never lunched together, stands for Breakfast For Lunch. Sure, people have been eating breakfast foods for lunch and even dinner for a meeeelion years, but have they held it in such reverence that they built it into an institution? I wouldn't think so.
Lastly, I love to ask Alan to find out what goes into a "Kari's Favorite" style sandwich when he rings me on his cell either on his way to or at Cafe Moda in SF. We went to Moda damn-near every day for years when we worked together at the sawmill, and if I wasn't having a tuna on sourdough or a large ceasar w/ extra bread, I was having a Kari's Favorite. It's truly delicious, and I remember exactly what goes in it but I ask Alan every time. I say it's to check and see if it's changed or if I've forgotten something, but really it's to irritate him. Don't tell him.
Anyway, all this talk about lunch has made me hungry. I'm afraid I don't have any Kari's Favorites, tuna sandys or ceasars today and I only grabbed a can of soup on the way out of the apartment as I was in a rush. I'm gonna crack it open and micro it in a minute. But I'm not so sure about this new flavor from the venerable Campbell's company.
I'll let ya know how it turns out.
Tonight - Sutter Station Tavern (hanging with the riff-raff)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
It's been more frequent than not lately that I write the Venue Announcement over my lunch break and so I'll dedicate this VA to lunch itself.
I have a couple favorite things to do for lunch. I like to take it as late as possible. I learned a long time ago that a late lunch makes the end of the day seem to come more quickly, so I generally don't eat until after 1pm, even later if possible.
I also like, scratch that, LOVE to have BFL. That, if you and I have never lunched together, stands for Breakfast For Lunch. Sure, people have been eating breakfast foods for lunch and even dinner for a meeeelion years, but have they held it in such reverence that they built it into an institution? I wouldn't think so.
Lastly, I love to ask Alan to find out what goes into a "Kari's Favorite" style sandwich when he rings me on his cell either on his way to or at Cafe Moda in SF. We went to Moda damn-near every day for years when we worked together at the sawmill, and if I wasn't having a tuna on sourdough or a large ceasar w/ extra bread, I was having a Kari's Favorite. It's truly delicious, and I remember exactly what goes in it but I ask Alan every time. I say it's to check and see if it's changed or if I've forgotten something, but really it's to irritate him. Don't tell him.
Anyway, all this talk about lunch has made me hungry. I'm afraid I don't have any Kari's Favorites, tuna sandys or ceasars today and I only grabbed a can of soup on the way out of the apartment as I was in a rush. I'm gonna crack it open and micro it in a minute. But I'm not so sure about this new flavor from the venerable Campbell's company.
I'll let ya know how it turns out.
Tonight - Sutter Station Tavern (hanging with the riff-raff)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 04, 2015
Dingus II (REDUX)
6.1.2015 (originally posted this meeting day, 2005)
Which of the following statements is true?
A. I quit swearing
B. I quit drinking
C. I started going to church
D. I root for the Giants
E. I quit smoking
Let's consider each option:
"A. I quit swearing." If you know anything about me, you know that I love to swear. I mean I really love it. I love putting together new swear-words by cramming old ones together. "Shitass buttpuppy." If I were guessing truth I would rule this one out.
"B. I quit drinking." Let's see ... Republicans. War. Republicans. Garden pests. Republicans. Traffic. Republicans. Shitty baseball teams. Republicans ... if there weren't reasons to drink in the first place, there's always "drinking sure is fun." Nope.
"C. I started going to church." If 'church' means 'bar' I'd question whether I ever stopped going. But since 'church' is 'church' and I have no time, energy or rational, emotional or logical commitment to organized religion, it too is out.
"D. I root for the Giants" My corpse will rise from the grave and root for whatever team is playing the Giants. Least likely of all.
"E. I quit smoking" Guess that's the only one left. Since all the others are out, it must be true. Also submitted as evidence is the extra fifty bucks I got in my pocket from not buying smokes for a month. So far so good.
Tonight - 500 Club (a TNSC favorite)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Which of the following statements is true?
A. I quit swearing
B. I quit drinking
C. I started going to church
D. I root for the Giants
E. I quit smoking
Let's consider each option:
"A. I quit swearing." If you know anything about me, you know that I love to swear. I mean I really love it. I love putting together new swear-words by cramming old ones together. "Shitass buttpuppy." If I were guessing truth I would rule this one out.
"B. I quit drinking." Let's see ... Republicans. War. Republicans. Garden pests. Republicans. Traffic. Republicans. Shitty baseball teams. Republicans ... if there weren't reasons to drink in the first place, there's always "drinking sure is fun." Nope.
"C. I started going to church." If 'church' means 'bar' I'd question whether I ever stopped going. But since 'church' is 'church' and I have no time, energy or rational, emotional or logical commitment to organized religion, it too is out.
"D. I root for the Giants" My corpse will rise from the grave and root for whatever team is playing the Giants. Least likely of all.
"E. I quit smoking" Guess that's the only one left. Since all the others are out, it must be true. Also submitted as evidence is the extra fifty bucks I got in my pocket from not buying smokes for a month. So far so good.
Tonight - 500 Club (a TNSC favorite)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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