Beer Bong

2.2.2k9

One thousand bloggers have blogged about cell phone etiquette and the lack thereof. I'm not going to bark about any of those tired subjects, but I will bring up a cell-related behavior I've noticed about many people: Some people answer the phone with an inquisitive "hello?" even though their phone's caller ID reveals the caller's identity. Why? Why do people do this?

Is it a holdover from simpler times when the rotary phone and its real ringer rang and it was anyone's guess whether it was Aunt Jenny or that fucker selling time-shares? I can't imagine it being anything but that. My smarty-pants phone even displays a picture of the caller, so even if I'm bleary-eyed, I know it's Linkey-Loo Robot calling me with Tonight's Venue (I'll get to that in a minute). My phone rings, it's Linkey-Loo Robot, I answer and say, "Hey, Linkey-Loo." Not, "Hello? Who is calling, please?" No.

Look ... even when the phone rings with someone not in its address book, I don't answer it with an interrogative ... I know it's that fucker selling refinanced mortgages, so I say, "State your business, and make it good," or "If you're calling about a mortgage, I'm a renter," or "This better be good." More often, though, I decline from answering.

So ... if you're one of the few who's not in my address book ... you can always find me here if ya need me.

Tonight - Lucky 13.

You lucky devils!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Can your pussy do the dog?

2.1.2k9

I had a great Venue Announcement ready to go about sneaking into the bus depot across the street and gender-bending their ice sculptures with some ironic adds here and take-aways there, only to be emotionally, spiritually, psychically and physically derailed by the sad, sad news that one of my rock heroes, Lux Interior of The Cramps, has died. It took the VA right away from me. Console one another at the bar. Rub up against the rock stars that will be there tonight. Stick out your can.

Tonight - Homestead.


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Here:
1.5.2k9

Man I need some time off. That must sound funny coming from a guy whose commute to work is approximately 10' from my bed to my computer. It's the truth nevertheless. I'm a busy mofo.

I got calls to make and calls to return. Emails to read, emails to write. Things to buy, things to sell. Things to pack and things to chuck. And on top of all this ... I got a cat's ass to shave and a lot of poop to clean up.

In breaking w/ traditio , we'll be skipping our regularly scheduled venue (Raub said that it's okay), and instead heading here:

Tonight - House of Shields.

Bow to it. 100 years old and still going strong. And if you need any more of a reason to go there, this is it.

Five TNSC meetings this month ... how many did YOU attend?

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Didja make'r blue?

1.4.2k9

Moonface ... er ... Ezzard woke us up this morning at 3 moanin' about something. My little wife applied a bottle to that screamin' maw and it didn't make a sound for another three hours. 6 am is still a kick-to-the-nuts for a guy that likes to sleep in until he's almost late for dailies. Then I remembered ... COFFEE!!!

If coffee and beer had a war and I had to pick a side, I'd be in big trouble, as they are two of the best things in the universe. (Moonface and my little wife are a couple others ... )

Yes, I remembered that I was a few minutes away from enjoying a delicious cup or ten. I ground up the last of my Peet's™ whole-bean Costa Rica and, as exciting as that was, remembered that my next bag is a new Peet's™ offering ... Sumatra Blue Barak or some kinda thing. Came in a cool blue-purple Peet's™ sac and everything. I have enjoyed each and every offering that Peet's™ has produced and trying this new one was a no-brainer.

It's 3pm, and you know what that means: Three O'Clock Coffee!! I'll be drinking my three-oh-oh and thinking of the Indonesian treat I'll be enjoying in the morning. I'll let ya know how she goes.

Tonight - Cantina SF.



bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!