straight dope

A week or so ago i posted a meme for which I’d been tagged. Read that here. As I said, seven were true, one was not. Here you go: 1 (feet diff. sizes)- true. But at least they’re not both left feet. 3 (mysterious half sister) – true. I need to do an entry on […]

A week or so ago i posted a meme for which I’d been tagged.

Read that here.

As I said, seven were true, one was not.

Here you go:

1 (feet diff. sizes)- true. But at least they’re not both left feet.

3 (mysterious half sister) – true. I need to do an entry on this whole tale someday. Mom, it turns out, was what you might call a wayward girl.

4 (enormous bong) – true. I should post a picture of this massive contraption. It’s from when I worked at Tower, and I used to bring home all manner of drug paraphernalia. It’s almost all gone now, but for some reason I can’t part with this thing, it’s too bizarre.

5 (celebrity encounters) – true. Heather later introduced herself to me (“Hi, I’m Heather”), as if I didn’t know that already.

6 (teenage girl/catholic church) – true. This is the one that seemed to get all the votes. I was a teenage boy at the time so it wasn’t quite as colorful as it sounded. Neither one of us was a catholic, and nether one of us was dressed as a schoolgirl.

7 (high on stolen weed) – true. The ‘rents were big stoners for a while there.

8 (cat claw) – true. When I was a kid, the pet door was in my bedroom. The cat came tearing into the house one morning (no idea what was chasing her), and went directly across my bed and across my face, leaving scars you can still see next to my eye. She left a little hunk of claw embedded in the wound, and since I never went to the doctor about it, it healed over leaving a tiny souvenir.

and the lie:

2 (bridesmaid blowjob) – true, but not for me. I was at the bar drinking with the husband (actually he was the fiancé I now recall), while my buddy (a drummer) went out to his truck with said bridemaid. This woman two years later said to me “I don’t like the way you hug, it’s too intimate”, which sort of shows where she drew the line on ‘intimate’.

The only one who got this right was Bitchy; she already rocks, but now she, you know, rocks even more.

Good tries, the rest of you people.

That’s when I reach for my revolver

Once I had my heroes Once I had my dreams But all of that is changed now They’ve turned things inside out The truth is not so comfortable, no And mother taught us patience The virtues of restraint And father taught us boundaries Beyond which we must go To find the secrets promised us, yeah […]

Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dreams
But all of that is changed now
They’ve turned things inside out
The truth is not so comfortable, no
And mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
And father taught us boundaries
Beyond which we must go
To find the secrets promised us, yeah
That’s when I reach for my revolver
That’s when it all gets blown away
That’s when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way
A friend of mine once told me
His one and only aim
To build a giant castle
And live inside his name
Cry and whispers sing in muted pain
That’s when I reach for my revolver
That’s when it all gets blown away
That’s when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way
Tonight the sky is empty
But that is nothing new
Its dead eyes look upon us
And they tell us we’re nothing but slaves
That’s when I reach for my revolver

My Revolver, Mission of Burma – play it.

outage

For reasons unknown, out webserver was down last night and this morning. Sorry about that, folks. I’ll try to identify why.

For reasons unknown, out webserver was down last night and this morning.

Sorry about that, folks. I’ll try to identify why.

A Forest in Winter

You think the 911/pot brownies thing was all about *bad drugs? Think again. This fuckin’ thing is about bad drugs. [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_3b_zp9a8Q] *when I say bad drugs, i of course mean good drugs. You know what i’m sayin.

You think the 911/pot brownies thing was all about *bad drugs?

Think again.

This fuckin’ thing is about bad drugs.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_3b_zp9a8Q]

*when I say bad drugs, i of course mean good drugs. You know what i’m sayin.

get thee thy jesusphone

Ok. It’s time. Go get your iPhone. I don’t get mine ’til late july (we get ours after you get yours – hell, I have the same philosophy in bed, so I can’t argue). And no, I can’t get you one, I can’t get me one, apart from the one-per-employee apple’s handing out as a […]

Ok. It’s time. Go get your iPhone.


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I don’t get mine ’til late july (we get ours after you get yours – hell, I have the same philosophy in bed, so I can’t argue). And no, I can’t get you one, I can’t get me one, apart from the one-per-employee apple’s handing out as a thanks for the incredible amount of work we’ve all been doing on this project.

If you manage to score one, let me know what you think. I still ain’t actually seen one in person, for all the hours I’ve put into getting the chips and boards out.

what’s the score of the red wings game – i think we’re dying…

One can add only three words to this. “What The Fuck” (I had to move this after the cut because for some reason it totally fucks my formatting in safari)

One can add only three words to this.

“What The Fuck”

(I had to move this after the cut because for some reason it totally fucks my formatting in safari)

Read more “what’s the score of the red wings game – i think we’re dying…”

straight 8

Ok, i got tagged on this one (lifts shirt to show indecipherable spray-paint marking). I don’t usually respond to the tag kinda meme (nor dares neither), but a meme that came from susie bright, in which she tagged two of my very favorite girl-sex-bloggers (bitchy and chelsea) is simply hard to say no to. Or […]

Ok, i got tagged on this one (lifts shirt to show indecipherable spray-paint marking).

I don’t usually respond to the tag kinda meme (nor dares neither), but a meme that came from susie bright, in which she tagged two of my very favorite girl-sex-bloggers (bitchy and chelsea) is simply hard to say no to.

Or maybe it’s just that BJ and CG are both impossible to say no to.

In any case, here are the rules:

1. Post these rules before you present the facts.
2. Start with eight random facts/habits about yourself.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

But the game seems to have taken on ‘6. …and then change the rules’.

So I’m gonna flip CG’s meme and give you seven true, and one not. See if you can pick the one.

1) My feet are different sizes; really different sizes. I care just barely wear a pair of shoes, and one’s always too big or two small.

2) I once got a blowjob from one of the bridemaids at a wedding, while her husband was inside drinking shots with my friends.

3) I have a half sister I didn’t know about until I was in my 20s. I kind of wish I’d met her without knowing who she was so – well, you can finish that story for yourself.

4) Despite the fact that I don’t smoke pot, I still own a bong that is made up of roughly eight feet of plexiglass tubing and five feet of rubber hose.

5) I’ve bought drinks for Todd Rundgren, talked about tropical fish with Tom Waits, and almost saw Heather Locklear get pantsed by her daughter.

6) I once fucked a teenage girl in a catholic church.

7) The first time I got high it was weed I’d stolen from my parents.

8) I have a hunk of cat claw embedded in my left cheek.

Have fun. I won’t tag anyone else but if you steal, steal well.

get that German slut from the kitchens, will you?

I just, finally got around to watching the second season of Rome (at least the first episode of it). I’d forgotten how brilliant this show is. Five, maybe ten minutes in, I was right back there, and by the end, I was Titus fuckin’ Pullo, savage, bloody, unbeaten, enemies at my feet. This show makes […]

I just, finally got around to watching the second season of Rome (at least the first episode of it).

I’d forgotten how brilliant this show is. Five, maybe ten minutes in, I was right back there, and by the end, I was Titus fuckin’ Pullo, savage, bloody, unbeaten, enemies at my feet.

This show makes me want to snarl and roar and swing a sword.

God dammit, where’s my slave girl, my wine skin, my blood-spattered tunic. I’m ready. Get me a goddamned time machine. This man isn’t just a character like I want to write; in my head, he’s the character I am. To steal a quote from an entirely different place, I had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century.

I should have been a roman. I should have lived in a time when you were invited to an orgy, not a cocktail party. Where you wake up and send for a slave girl (“Go get that German slut from the kitchens, will you?”, as Atia says), where you can solve a problem by spilling blood. Fuck therapy, let’s try killing.

That world makes sense to me. Far, far more than does this one.

I can’t wait to delve further into this season; though as with Sopranos and Deadwood, I think I’ve resisted the watching because I don’t want it to end. Such things need, emotionally if not dramatically, to run off into the horizon. I do not want them finite, even if they’re better for ending before we’re ready.

Pullo can’t die. Ever. The curtain may fall on him, but he must remain, bloodied, but unbroken. Rome may fall, emperors may die by the knife or the sword, but Pullo needs to stand at the end. He’s just that kind of character.

come together

Because when you’re at the end of your rope you should always play Spiritualized at maximum volume: [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-BeDy1FtJs] I’m not kidding now, maximum volume, until your brain bleeds. The odd thing about this video is that J spaceman is standing up and facing the audience. Normally he’s nowhere near this interactive.

Because when you’re at the end of your rope you should always play Spiritualized at maximum volume:

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-BeDy1FtJs]

I’m not kidding now, maximum volume, until your brain bleeds.

The odd thing about this video is that J spaceman is standing up and facing the audience. Normally he’s nowhere near this interactive.

stupid internet.

I’m havin’ a shitload a problems with persistent, cached routes, PLUS I accidently published one of my other blogs over this site (pilot error – bad cut-n-paste (which I just typo’d cunt-n-paste as usual). If yer havin’ a less than stellar experience here, well, I guess it’s that. Or just the usual less-than-stellar experience, but […]

I’m havin’ a shitload a problems with persistent, cached routes, PLUS I accidently published one of my other blogs over this site (pilot error – bad cut-n-paste (which I just typo’d cunt-n-paste as usual).

If yer havin’ a less than stellar experience here, well, I guess it’s that. Or just the usual less-than-stellar experience, but for that I can’t blame the stupid internet.