4.4.2017 (first posted this week 2002)
Have a listen to what I ate the other day:
A sack of Cheerios.
A sack of lemon cookies.
A sack of peanut butter sandwich (it was a small sandwich-sized sack).
Another sack of peanut butter sandwich.
A sack of sunflower seeds.
A sack of Cholula-flavored tater chips.
Sixteen cups of coffee.
And a Coke.
Sounds to me like I got a super “sack and coffee” diet going.
I bet yer all jealous. Too bad for you.
Tonight - The Homestead.
(Welcome to the end of the month)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
LA Dodgers
4.3.2017
Oh hi.
I mostly bike to work, but sometimes I drive the Jeep the two or so miles. I recently drove because it's Ezzy's spring break and he's in camp at the park in our neighborhood. The park is between work and where we live, so I dropped him off and kept on going.
It happens that the drive from the park to work is the very route I take when biking. It winds through the back streets of Venice Beach and crosses the two big streets at sleepy side streets (with traffic signals, natch.)
So on this drive though the neighborhood, I encountered a car that turned off a street in front of me and I observed that this guy didn't stop at his stop sign. He didn't slow and if he looked at the oncoming traffic (me), I didn't see him do so. If you witness driving like this, it's memorable. Where one should stop, one doesn't. I'm not talking of the "California (rolling) Stop." This guy didn't slow. He just made a right turn. And what's more is that I've observed drivers doing this a lot lately. I don't know if there's something in the air, but people are not stopping at stop signs.
So I'm behind this guy now and a bit down the road he slows and stops. He doesn't pull over or signal or even hit his hazard blinkers. He just slows and stops. I slow and stop behind him and since I'm not in a hurry, wait. He sits there with his foot on the brake for a few seconds. Then, without looking, releases the brake and hits the gas. Ho hum. Just gonna stop for a sec.
Later (and mind you, this is a 3.4 mile trip though side streets), another car turns in front of me without stopping for their stop sign. Then another guy is stopped in the middle of the road when I come upon him. I go around him and a guy turns right in front of me without slowing for his stop sign, then slows to a stop in the middle of the road. I pull up behind him and toot the horn, cuz I've had enough hi jinks for the morning.
Sure enough, the next guy I'm behind pulls to the stop sign and lingers. He's not waiting for anyone to cross. He's not yielding for a pedestrian. Just as I'm about to toot for him to fuckin' go, he goes. Jeez.
So I pull up to the stop. I stop. As I'm stopping, the grey Dodge to my left BLASTS his horn at me. Yes, I get it, it's your turn. At that point I was finished with turkeys driving cars and I didn't need a BLAST from his grey Dodge boat horn. So since my window was down and my patience was gone, I totally flipped him off - full arm extension to boot - and loudly said while looking right at his "it's MY turn to go-face," "FUCK YOU!!" His face changed to looking confused and slightly hurt and I-should-be-pissed as he continued through the intersection. I thought the whole thing was hilarious, so I laughed.
I laughed the remaining way to work, and only had to dodge one more car that stopped in the middle of the road for no obvious reason.
Tonight - Dovré Club (**CASH ONLY**)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Oh hi.
I mostly bike to work, but sometimes I drive the Jeep the two or so miles. I recently drove because it's Ezzy's spring break and he's in camp at the park in our neighborhood. The park is between work and where we live, so I dropped him off and kept on going.
It happens that the drive from the park to work is the very route I take when biking. It winds through the back streets of Venice Beach and crosses the two big streets at sleepy side streets (with traffic signals, natch.)
So on this drive though the neighborhood, I encountered a car that turned off a street in front of me and I observed that this guy didn't stop at his stop sign. He didn't slow and if he looked at the oncoming traffic (me), I didn't see him do so. If you witness driving like this, it's memorable. Where one should stop, one doesn't. I'm not talking of the "California (rolling) Stop." This guy didn't slow. He just made a right turn. And what's more is that I've observed drivers doing this a lot lately. I don't know if there's something in the air, but people are not stopping at stop signs.
So I'm behind this guy now and a bit down the road he slows and stops. He doesn't pull over or signal or even hit his hazard blinkers. He just slows and stops. I slow and stop behind him and since I'm not in a hurry, wait. He sits there with his foot on the brake for a few seconds. Then, without looking, releases the brake and hits the gas. Ho hum. Just gonna stop for a sec.
Later (and mind you, this is a 3.4 mile trip though side streets), another car turns in front of me without stopping for their stop sign. Then another guy is stopped in the middle of the road when I come upon him. I go around him and a guy turns right in front of me without slowing for his stop sign, then slows to a stop in the middle of the road. I pull up behind him and toot the horn, cuz I've had enough hi jinks for the morning.
Sure enough, the next guy I'm behind pulls to the stop sign and lingers. He's not waiting for anyone to cross. He's not yielding for a pedestrian. Just as I'm about to toot for him to fuckin' go, he goes. Jeez.
So I pull up to the stop. I stop. As I'm stopping, the grey Dodge to my left BLASTS his horn at me. Yes, I get it, it's your turn. At that point I was finished with turkeys driving cars and I didn't need a BLAST from his grey Dodge boat horn. So since my window was down and my patience was gone, I totally flipped him off - full arm extension to boot - and loudly said while looking right at his "it's MY turn to go-face," "FUCK YOU!!" His face changed to looking confused and slightly hurt and I-should-be-pissed as he continued through the intersection. I thought the whole thing was hilarious, so I laughed.
I laughed the remaining way to work, and only had to dodge one more car that stopped in the middle of the road for no obvious reason.
Tonight - Dovré Club (**CASH ONLY**)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Chain-chain-change! (REDUX)
4.2.2017 (first posted this week 2003)
Here's some things!
I called this fucking bitch I know a "big fat androgynous hoggy with a turtleneck ass." I think that is a.) true; and b.) funny.
I got a lot of things goin' on this month. So damn many I needa get my Palm Pilot up and running. There's a dead monkey on it now. That sucker stinks.
Boy did I stay out late last night.
Spongebob is cool. Silly.
Moss was in the paper yesterday.
I'm considering a second Emergen-C today.
Moving again. Got calls to make.
I like being sneaky. Yesterday I was sneaky.
Birthday party for Miss Delp and Mister Lennon this Sunday the 13th. It's gonna be at Great America. Robot is prolly gonna puke from them coasters.
Tonight - Club Deluxe (**CASH ONLY**)
Burlesque by Little Minsky's / featuring Mr. Lucky.
Nominal cover charge / show at 10pm
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Here's some things!
I called this fucking bitch I know a "big fat androgynous hoggy with a turtleneck ass." I think that is a.) true; and b.) funny.
I got a lot of things goin' on this month. So damn many I needa get my Palm Pilot up and running. There's a dead monkey on it now. That sucker stinks.
Boy did I stay out late last night.
Spongebob is cool. Silly.
Moss was in the paper yesterday.
I'm considering a second Emergen-C today.
Moving again. Got calls to make.
I like being sneaky. Yesterday I was sneaky.
Birthday party for Miss Delp and Mister Lennon this Sunday the 13th. It's gonna be at Great America. Robot is prolly gonna puke from them coasters.
Tonight - Club Deluxe (**CASH ONLY**)
Burlesque by Little Minsky's / featuring Mr. Lucky.
Nominal cover charge / show at 10pm
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, April 06, 2017
Vernon (REDUX)
4.1.2017 (first posted this week 2007
I was riding my bike home the other night when I came across a couple teenage grrrrls throwing a pair of sneaks with the laces tied together up toward the telephone wire between two poles at an intersection. They had two or three shots at it as I approached, two getting close, but none staying up. I slowed. I said, "you know what that is supposed to mean, don't you?" They said no. They said it's supposed to look cool. I said, circling the intersection, "in some neighborhoods it means that there's a drug dealer nearby. It's a signal for people looking to score dope." They said they didn't know that. They were doing it for fun. I said, "now you know," and turned back toward home.
Mid-turn I noticed a guy on a motocross bike coming my way and I yielded for him. "Thanks," he said. I said, "sure." Then, "hey, you ride this street often?" He said yes, that he lived right up there, and pointed up there. I said, "how do you like the buttwipes that don't stop for the stop signs, you notice this street is pretty bad?" He said hell yes. He doesn't take the signs for granted that anyone will stop at them. I appreciated his attention and figured he's noticed what I noticed: That no one stops for the signs. I said, "good man. Gotta be careful around here." He said he always was. I said cheers and cranked home. The next second I heard a crash - not unlike a guy on a motocross guy wrecking. I looked back and indeed he had gone down. I turned around and rode up to him. A sixty-something black woman crossing the street toward him "Holy shit, dude, you okay?" He said yeah. "What happened," I asked. "I tried to bunny-hop the curb and I ate it. Damn." I asked him if he was really okay as he futzed with the chain on his bike. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for stopping." Then the black lady, who was passing, said, "there will come a time when you find yourself too old to try such things. They don't work out so well."
I stopped my bike and looked her square in the eyes. She stopped, turned toward me, put a fist on her hip and returned the look. I asked her, "what else we gotta stop doing when we get older?" She looked at me for a second, then said, gravely, "Honey, I tell you what all you gotta stop doin', you gonna be VERRRRY sad."
Tonight - Lucky Horseshoe (new venue - by request - CASH ONLY)
Special performance by Mr. Lucky and the Cocktail Party (possible small cover charge)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I was riding my bike home the other night when I came across a couple teenage grrrrls throwing a pair of sneaks with the laces tied together up toward the telephone wire between two poles at an intersection. They had two or three shots at it as I approached, two getting close, but none staying up. I slowed. I said, "you know what that is supposed to mean, don't you?" They said no. They said it's supposed to look cool. I said, circling the intersection, "in some neighborhoods it means that there's a drug dealer nearby. It's a signal for people looking to score dope." They said they didn't know that. They were doing it for fun. I said, "now you know," and turned back toward home.
Mid-turn I noticed a guy on a motocross bike coming my way and I yielded for him. "Thanks," he said. I said, "sure." Then, "hey, you ride this street often?" He said yes, that he lived right up there, and pointed up there. I said, "how do you like the buttwipes that don't stop for the stop signs, you notice this street is pretty bad?" He said hell yes. He doesn't take the signs for granted that anyone will stop at them. I appreciated his attention and figured he's noticed what I noticed: That no one stops for the signs. I said, "good man. Gotta be careful around here." He said he always was. I said cheers and cranked home. The next second I heard a crash - not unlike a guy on a motocross guy wrecking. I looked back and indeed he had gone down. I turned around and rode up to him. A sixty-something black woman crossing the street toward him "Holy shit, dude, you okay?" He said yeah. "What happened," I asked. "I tried to bunny-hop the curb and I ate it. Damn." I asked him if he was really okay as he futzed with the chain on his bike. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for stopping." Then the black lady, who was passing, said, "there will come a time when you find yourself too old to try such things. They don't work out so well."
I stopped my bike and looked her square in the eyes. She stopped, turned toward me, put a fist on her hip and returned the look. I asked her, "what else we gotta stop doing when we get older?" She looked at me for a second, then said, gravely, "Honey, I tell you what all you gotta stop doin', you gonna be VERRRRY sad."
Tonight - Lucky Horseshoe (new venue - by request - CASH ONLY)
Special performance by Mr. Lucky and the Cocktail Party (possible small cover charge)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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