October 31, 2003
Go Green! Go White!
Showdown in Michigan!
Tomorrow's Michigan vs. Michigan State game is HUGE!
You're in our house this year. It's payback time.
On the banks of the Red Cedar
Is a school that's known to all;
Its specialty is winning,
And those Spartans play good ball;
Spartan teams are never beaten,
All through the games they fight;
Fight for the only colors,
Green and White.
Go right thru' for MSU,
Watch the points keep growing.
Spartan teams are bound to win,
They're fighting with a vim.
RAH! RAH! RAH!
See their team is weakening,
We're going to win this game.
Fight! Fight! Rah! Team, Fight!
Victory for MSU.
TGImp3Muuuhahahaha
Hey, it's Friday and it's Halloween! Click if you dare...
October 30, 2003
You Say Tomato
I've seen the "soda vs. pop (and those weirdo's who say "tonic")" survey before but Natalie over at Pickle Juice points us to a new survey that she found via Swirlspice. Don't miss her hilarious take on Minnesotanese.
Check out The Dialect Survey
As Arte Johnson would say "Verrrry Interesting...."
I always called cold cut sandwiches Grinders, but it seems that's a very east coast thing. Also - no questions about pasties? C'mon! And it's pronounced past-y not paste-y.
I'll take Animal Hodgepodge
For $1000 Alex...
Spikey! ...Woo-Hoo! (mpeg). Great Mercedes S-Class commercial.
You want fries with that?
Those crazy cats (windoze media)
Speaking of cats... apparently the missus wasn't kidding about evac plans in her comment last night. Look what greeted me on the fridge this morning... Yes, I know she lists 9 cats. For the record we do not own 9 cats. But in the event of an emergency we would save the semi-ferals if we could. Now after seeing the words "loose in the car" I am off to PetSmart today to buy a large crate. There will be no loose animals in the Jeep thankyewverymuch.
In other fire news:
Fires now threaten the high desert. Seems that things are moving away from us for the time being. Regardless, the Fishwrap household is confirming its evacuation plans (Plan A: Hello Phoenix!) and making sure our disaster kits (house and car) are up to date. You should too.
Another gorgeous fire related sunset last night...
October 29, 2003
Where in the world is PS?
Someone just emailed me and asked me where Palm Springs was in relation to the wildfires. I downloaded the satellite images and pointed out a few land marks.
Big Bear and Lake Arrowhead were both evacuated last night. Big Bear is about 30 miles as the crow flies. There are also several large fires burning to the south of us moving our way that are not on Tuesdays image.
PS Fire Watch 2003
Wind shift brings smoke, evacuees to valley
We had the most brilliant sunset last night as the smoke began to make it's way through the Beaumont Pass. And this morning there is a distinct haze over everything. My eyes burn a bit and my lungs can tell the air quality is rapidly declining.
While I was somewhat relieved to read the above article this morning, I have a problem with one of the quotes:
"Even if the fires came close to Palm Springs, it couldn’t make it over the mountains," he said. "There’s nothing for it to catch on to there."
In a word: Bullshit.
We had a major fire that ripped through the entire canyon about 3 years ago. Oh and let's not forget that there is a FOREST at the top of the mountain. Last time I checked, pine trees were still combustible. But maybe this weatherman knows something I don't. Check out the Tram Cam for a view of our valley obscured by smoke. Notice the trees? There's nothing for it to catch on to there my ass..
update: check out this composite radar image. That's all fire and smoke.
October 28, 2003
Here's a tip...
Never hire a crack whore to manage your website!
My brother has a band in FLA and I did a little website for them last year. But because I did it as a freebie, I couldn't really maintain it for them in the timely manner that they wanted. So they hired some groupie to keep the site updated.
First thing she did was take down the entire existing site and throw up the ugliest piece of crap "Under Construction" page. And that's the way it sat for the last 3 months.
My brother calls this afternoon and asks if I might restore the site to what it was prior to crack whore taking over. They were firing this chick and well, they could live with sporadic updates rather than no site whatsoever. Sure - no problem.
When I went into the directory, I found over 185 MB of her files. Nothing relating to the band - but entire websites for other bands, p0rn, mpegs, avi's... tons of stuff. But I didn't touch any of it, I just restored the bands website.
This chick flipped out. Fuh-lipped I tell you. She deleted all of the files I had just uploaded for the site and put a giant FUCK YOU on the home page.
So I deleted it. She put it back up. I deleted. And so on and so on... It was kind of fun actually. Then I started getting bored while I waited for the password to be reset... so I deleted all 180MBs of her stupid crap. Muuhhahahah.... Everything is back to normal now and she's locked out. Fuck me?
Uh, no. Fuck YOU very much. Now go suck your pipe and shut the hell up.
October 27, 2003
DeWalt is the Best Revenge
"I don't think my ex-wife was in the Black Market Beanie Trade but then again, I didn't know she was having an affair either! "
via Jaded Ju
Good Things Come...
To those who wait - or something like that.
Today is a great day. My good buddy and old friend Mopsa has made an incredible announcement!
She and her Lovely Partner are finally getting their kid! It's been such a long and emotional journey for them with many highs and lows. Now what was once a hope is a reality. It's time to reap the rewards of their strength and patience. I could not be happier for them! WooFuckingHoo!
Go congratulate them and help Mopsa decide what the kid should call her!
October 26, 2003
Ranting on Fires, Time and Strikes
The fires burning in San Bernardino and Rancho Cucamonga have me slightly on edge. Not that I fear the flames will reach us or that a similar fire could break out here, both entirely possible - no, I fear the smoke and ash.
When it comes, the smoke hits us like a blanket, choking daylight and breathable air from our normally clear blue skies. And then there's the ash. I remember the first summer we were here. With gale force sirocco winds, the smoke storm came in. You couldn't see more than three feet ahead, couldn't breathe and the following morning there was 1" layer of ash on everything. It was bizarre. Like something out of the movie "The Day After" (okay - I'm showing my age with that one. If you kids never saw that made for TV movie, it's probably laughable today, but back at the height of Reagan's Cold War it scared the living shit out of us!)
And this morning, though I am imagining it, I can smell it. The Santa Ana's are responsible in part for this tragedy and they blow East to West, so technically the smoke is headed for LA right now. Call me Cassandra but I'm sure the winds will shift and it's gonna be nasty. Good thing I have this left over plastic sheeting and duct tape. Bah!
As for this daylight savings bullshit. I don't mind it so much in the morning. I'm an early riser and it's nice to be able get up and make coffee with the sunrise as opposed to pitch dark. What I really hate about it are the evenings, which will consume the afternoons. Tonight the sun will set behind the mountain around 4:15 and come December it will be darkening around 3:30. I really fucking hate that.
Now, just few words about this goddamn grocery strike. Enough already! Figure it out! I hate Stater Bros. with a passion. It's the worst store I have ever had to shop at. I'm brand loyal and they don't carry 1/2 the stuff I normally buy. The store is just weird. Nothing makes sense in the layout. One half of the store goes East/West the other North/South. And it seems that you randomly place display obstacles or restocking pallets around every other corner. This makes shopping during a strike, when your customer numbers have tripled - and we're all racing around to get out of your pit of a store as quick as we can, a lot like playing Frogger. To the Brothers Stater I say "You suck."
I'm pro union but damn if they didn't pick a shitty time to do this. The strikers are seriously getting screwed. They're going on strike pay right before the holidays... Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Union Boss will still be able to afford a turkey but most of these folks who have been standing out in +100º all day long for 2+ weeks now are getting fucked. Royally. So to the powers that be I say... sit your fat asses down at the table and figure it out. I want my goddamn EAS bars!
October 24, 2003
TGImp3F
Hey! It's Friday! Now get the hell out of here and take a little trip, take a little trip with me...
Thelma is going to the gay classic auto show tomorrow night...
All my friends know the lowrider...
delinked!
It's Linktastic!
Hey look! They found Nemo!
via wrywriter
Who Sung It? Guess the song and artist based on the lyrics. I got 2 right I think...
Drink-O-Meter. Bullshit. There's no way in hell that I've spent $119,658.20 on cocktails... uh, is there? ::scratching head::
Of course it's PC only but damn this pano-monitor looks cool.
Harder than it looks! Play Trick or Treat.
October 23, 2003
Email Clip of the Day
Backstory:
My business website mentions the design work I did several years ago for National Beverage (Shasta). I received this at my work address.
- To Whom It May Concern. This email is from: {deleted for privacy}
FULL NAME - HOME ADDRESS - HOME PHONE - CELL PHONE - EMAIL ADDRESS
I have been purchasing Diet Shasta Grapefruit drink at the Fort Bliss Army Base Commissary for several years. All of a sudden, it is gone from the shelves??? Where in El Paso, Tx can I find this beverage? At happy hour, I like it with a little Vodka. Or, can I order it by the case someplace? I will be waiting for you to repond."
Do I respond? I mean, I like Greyhounds too but I've never been to El Paso...
This Aint Your Uncle's Trailer
This is so fucking cool. For 55K Euro (about $65K) this groovy pad could be yours. Gorgeous. I totally want one as a guest house: LoftCube. For larger living, also see Modern Modular. There are some great well thought out innovations in pre-fab shelter. Makes me want to buy some land...
This poor cat has no dignity left. Just look at it! My cats would never allow me to shave their noses. And I'm stupid enough to try.
Tons of groovy Simpsons stuff Lard Lad
Build your own Bug with Bugselecta. I wish it had an export/send/save kinda thing.
Quad like Tetris, but different.
October 22, 2003
Tid Bits
I can't remember how I stumbled upon Witt and Wisdom but this post about Dr. Phil's new book cracked me up.
In Other News:
Yesterday, it was the cat. Today there's something seriously wrong with ME.
Everyday I have my coffee, read my paper and do the crossword outside at our patio table. This morning it was unusually chilly out so I went back in and put on a pair of jeans, cozy socks and a sweatshirt and enjoyed the crisp fall morning. My hands are still a little chilly even though I am back inside.
What's wrong with that you might ask? I just checked and it's 78º fucking degrees outside - and I think that's COLD! Brisk, sweater weather!
Seriously - that's not right. That's fucked up. 5 months of relentless +100º has warped my brain.
Update: I'm fairly certain that I accidently doubled up on the Zyban this morning. I am terribly, terribly alert and a bit shaky. I also have the occasional tingly crawling skin. I was so groggy when I got up at 5:30 I may have taken one then and forgot about it. Around 7:00 I thought I hadn't taken it yet so I took one then. Oh well, it only lasts 12 hours... Zip! Zing! Crash!
October 21, 2003
Børk Børk Børk!
Welcome to the Easily Amused Club.
Maybe it's just me (it's just you, MJ) but I've spent the last 15 minutes laughing my ass off at the Swedish Chef clips. OMG. I forgot how much I loved The Muppet Show - The Swedish Chef was always my favorite, especially when it involved the chicken.
Okay - I have to stop now.
Update: I just learned that the Swedish Chef has his own Google-a Seerch interface - listed under Google's Language Tools. I think that's going to be my offical google-a seerch page for a while. Via comments over at Presurfer
Sweet Bailey
There is something seriously wrong with this cat. 12 years we've had her and she has never before shown such intense interest in TAPE. She's actually trying to eat it. In fact, as I type this, she's just pulled a giant ball of it out of my trash can and is gnawing away. What does this mean? Does she have some kind of cellophane deficiency in her diet?!?
Tuesday Timewasters!
A Simple Game - Connect the dots. Remember this one? Easy right? Well just when you feel all smart go and try A Tricky Puzzle.
Incredibly complicated instructions for an extremely simple game. Start playing, you'll figure it out.. CU-Box
For you big time problem solvers this one should keep you busy for a while. My head hurts. Rubics Clock.
Now here's something to celebrate! Vodka turns 500.
This video (select nips.mpeg - 10MB Quicktime) is just wrong. Why would 5 inch opposable nips on a guy make me want to buy breath mints?
The Swedish Chef says "Hey luuk, I'fe-a gut my oovn vebseete-a!"
I've been hyp-mo-tized!
October 20, 2003
Weekend Report
I had a pretty quiet weekend actually. Well, except for the requisite Friday Night Party Train. This time we were joined by Oddgirl and her girl. I think they enjoyed themselves - they definitely went the distance with us!
We started out at Lyons English Grill/Pub which, like Banducci's, is a bit of a time warp. We commandeered the entire cocktail lounge by amassing 14 low red vinyl club chairs on wheels around 3 tiny cocktail tables. I think the size of our group intimidated the waitress. Poor thing. She had to write everything down. Itchyrae and MJS are back from their world tour 2003 and it was great to see them. They were sorely missed.
No evening at Lyons would be complete without a visit from Marvyn the Magician. Seeing we had some fresh meat at the table he swooped and did his schtick. Which in all fairness is pretty good. Oddgirl and her girl, despite looking a wee bit frightened at first, got into the act and Erb fell prey to Marvyns disappearing money trick, which he pockets as his tip.
From Lyons we made a swing through The Erbs place for a drink then we went on to Spikes for dinner.
Dinner (if you could call it that) was a major disappointment. Spikes recently opened up where Coffee Dot Com (yes that's what it was called) used to be. Robt. had lunch there and apparently is was pretty good. Dinner on the other hand... Lord. That was the worst meal I'd had in some time. The "menu" was a scribbled on piece of paper not-so fresh off the inkjet and the entree selection was extremely limited.
The waiter (a great guy we know from another restaurant) recommended that I try the "maple" dressing for my salad but after tasting it, I called him over and whispered in his ear "Antonio, this is quite possibly the most vile thing on the planet... please remove my plate." which he did with a smile and an apology.
Seeing as I'm on Atkins at the moment, I opted for the meatloaf, which it turns out was actually venison meatloaf. I think mine still had his antlers. Apparently I was wrong about the dressing. Venison meatloaf is definitely the most vile thing on the planet.
Thank god for the company and the drinks! Despite everyone having a disappointing dining experience we had a great time as always.
The rest of my weekend was spent on the couch. My back is killing me. My sciatica is acting up again. Damn, this means I'm going to have to miss cheerleading practice again.
October 17, 2003
TGImp3F
Hey! It's Friday! It's American Heat Weekend here in Palm Springs so... Get on your bikes and ride!
F.B.G.'s you make the rockin' world go round.
delinked!
Ai Carumba!
Well now that baseball season is over, I can focus on other sports, mainly college football and the MSU Spartans. Never fear dear reader - While I may have succumbed to baseball fever the past few weeks, I won't tire you with any more sports talk for a while.
Yesterday we made another run for the border to refill the medicine cabinet. This time we chose to go to Mexicali as opposed to the previous Los Algadones.
Mexicali is more of an urban center. Very industrial and from what we saw of it, not pleasant in the least. It was dirty and gritty and seedy. There are no traffic rules and the beggars were scary, even for this hardened city girl. While I felt safe enough to go out on my own a few times, it was never far from my companions and I certainly wouldn't dream of doing it at night. I didn't take a lot of pictures of the city because I didn't care to advertise my camera.
We didn't dawdle too much - it was more of a hit and run trip this time. We opted to buy day insurance in Calexico so that we could drive across the border as opposed to the park and walk method. This allowed for a much easier return crossing than my prior dork fest (they kept me in the back seat and told me to keep my mouth shut!) The guard just asked about our citizenship and took a quick peek into the rear of the SUV and we were in California again. I am amazed at how easy it is to enter the country. Yes, I'm white and blonde, but really - they don't even ask for identification.
We took a more scenic route home and took a tour through Brawley and Imperial. There are some great 50's motels still standing. I really need to do a little reseach about that area - it's fascinating.
Further up the road we came upon Holly Sugar and could not believe that was actually sugar piled up behind the plant so we pulled in to investigate. The guy told us it was actually lime which is a by-product of refining sugar and they sell the lime off for big bucks. Who knew?!
Our route home took us up on the west shore of the Salton Sea and we decided that despite the hell that was the Swamp Cooler on our last go-round, we could not make this entire trip without a Cerveza Experience so we swung into a little joint called Capt'n Jims.
The place was actually cool. The bar and restrooms were clean and the folks were extraordinarily friendly. Mostly retirees/bikers (I know - wrap your brain around that one) who live out there but they were fun and happy to see some new faces. It was obvious that this is their hang out and I fear I took Peg's seat, though she didn't complain. I might even go back for the Hawg Roast!
Next trip? Tiauana...
October 16, 2003
October 15, 2003
Now that's baseball!
It doesn't get much better that this!
Now if you've been keeping up with the rest of the class - I have a little bet going with LA. Top of the 7th all tied up with 2 on and 2 outs. The go ahead on third - I wish I could see her face right about now...
Shake Rattle and Roll!
Man, I would not want to be that guy today at the office. What a maroon. Whether the interference had anything to do with the cartwheeling ball of flames that was the Cubs in the eighth, I do know that it changed the whole feel of the game and he should be investigating body guard services right about now.
Had a blast watching the game at the Beerhunter last night with my buddy oddgirl and her lovely partner A. who are in town for a weeks vacation. Technically I did bring my camera with me but I spaced and left it in the glove box. Probably just as well. We don't need a permanent record of us scarfing down a bucket of wings (more napkins please!) and a few pitchers of beer. Better left in memory.
When I got home we had a little 3.4 shaker. Nothing major but enough to make you freeze for a second. I was walking out of the kitchen at the time so I heard it more than felt it. Kind of like a big truck going by and hitting a pothole. I like the little ones. The big ones? During baseball? Uh - no thanks.
October 14, 2003
Links here!
Getcher red hot links here!
Fun and Games
HoverBump
Buggy Bop Jungle Air Hockey
Bored, bored, bored! My best was 5 in a row.
Butt or Boobs? Tricky.. I scored 8 out of 10.
Video time!
Tidy Up!
thanks staz!
Random
100 scariest movie scenes and other fun stuff over at Retrocrush.
In other news:
I spent the better part of yesterday knee deep in "some assembly required" after Ikea delivered my new office furniture. I now have a raging case of carpel tunnel from that goddamn little allen wrench. What's so hard about using one type of screw for everything? Some of the hardware requires a flat head, some a phillips but of course the giant screw from hell, I have to use the little bastard allen wrench... It's a conspiracy...
In sporting news, the Red Sox tied it up. The knuckleball is a pisser isn't it? I'm getting thirsty already... Unfortunately I can't watch the game today, but I am going to hook up with my buddy oddgirl for Cubs, beer and burgers tonight. Must remember to bring the camera.
October 13, 2003
Weekend Update
Itchyrae and MJS have been busy traveling the world with stops in Dubai (which I keep calling Abu Dhabi for some reason) and soaking up some R&R (as if they don't get any of that here) in the Maldives. I'm not ashamed to admit it - I don't have a fucking clue where that is... We expect their return this weekend. I wouldn't want them to get big heads and think that the social circuit came to a screeching halt in their absence so here's the breakdown of the past few days.
Thursday night we had cocktails at my cousins house to welcome Karen back to her desert home. I found it slightly difficult to appear engaged in conversation while watching the baseball game over someone's shoulder, but I think I managed okay.
Friday night Chris and Peter had folks over for a housewarming at their new pad. And then we all went out for thai at Peerya which was excellent as always - except for the hideous lighting. Why are all really good thai places lit up like a goddamn hospital? Food = great. Third degree burns from the fluorescent lighting = bad.
Saturday night we double booked. We started off early with a 6:00 stop at John and Steves, my cousins former neighbors. During the nickel tour of the house, the missus leans over and whispers to me "when you get a chance, check out the ashtray on that far table." Of course I cranked my head around to look and let out a gasp. It was none other than THE Alien Space Craft from Hell ashtray. There can be only one.
How to describe it? It's 2 feet in diameter and divided into three sections. The design motif dates it to circa 1968. It's the hugest, most hideous, ridiculous thing you have ever seen. And it was a housewarming gift to us when we first moved here. When we finally got rid of it sadly parted with it at our garage sale this summer, I thought it would be gone for good. No such luck. When we asked the guys where they got it, they told us they walked into a vintage store downtown and said "that's the hugest, most hideous, ridiculous thing we have ever seen - we simply must have it!" And so it lives - it all its ugly glory!
We then headed cross town for a little soiree James was hosting for Karen and her parents who had just arrived here for their first visit to the desert. James lives up on the Mesa and the moon rise was simply stunning. Good friends, music and drink. A few of us stopped off at Estrella for a nightcap. A wonderful evening as always.
The weekend was topped off by a Sun. BBQ at John and Dougs house with a fun and eclectic mix of people. Excellent "build your own" kabobs, cold beer and full contact shuffle board out back. I had never played shuffle board other than the table ones you find in bars. This was totally different. I almost got my butt whipped by that precocious 9 year old girl, but my competitive spirit came out and I rallied for a comeback at the end. Sorry kid.
So there you have it. Season appears to be coming into full swing. Hurry home safe boys - wouldn't want you to miss another moment of PS good times! We're all set for Bocci Ball at your house next weekend. Hope you don't mind :)
October 12, 2003
What's Shakin' Bacon?
Mmm Bacon. Nothing smells better than breakfast cooking on a Sunday morning.
But here's the thing ... I can't stop nibbling! I discovered this morning that no matter how many slices of bacon I cook, at any given moment there are never more than three slices on the paper towel. What is that? Like Keplers 4th Law or something?
And when I'm done cooking the bacon ... you can forget about the eggs, I'm full. It's time to crack a beer, turn the game on and sneak in a nap...
October 10, 2003
TGImp3F
Hey! It's Friday... Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy. Who got the only sweetest thing in the world?
Who got the hooch?
Nice Kitty
Hot off the presses according to very reliable sources:
Tigers don't kill people, big hair does.
thanks staz!
Math is hard. Play Pearls Before Swine.
More from Russia: Prison Tattoos
This is kind of hypnotic - click the dots Gravilux
Pocket Arnold soundboard.
Random: doorsteps
Email Clip of the Day?
or Unclear on the Spam Scam Concept Award Winner?
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October 09, 2003
Alive and Kicking
Despite my request for someone to kill me, no one has stepped up for the job. So I'm still here working like a dog, which is good.
I've had zero zippo nada moment to cultivate any groovy linkage for you, my timewasting wierd ass shit loving friends of mine. Hopefully things will simmah down now for a bit. I sold one of the Jeeps yesterday and with this wad-o-cash burning a hole in my pocket, today I am off to lovely West Covina to drop a little buck at Ikea for some new office funishings. If I have to be at this desk all day, the least I can do is make unboring.
Later Gaters
October 07, 2003
Endless Carnival
I'll try and make this brief.
We all know what today is. While I would like to think it's the grand finale to the three ring circus - trust me it 'aint.
I urge you to VOTE NO on the recall. Who you vote to replace Davis, should the recall go through, I don't really care. There's not a good egg in the bunch. It's going to be the lesser of 135 evils for me...
No matter the outcome (which we probably won't know for days/weeks) this special election sets a very very bad precedent. Yes, consider the concept of a recall a mandate for change but also, know that if the recall goes through, it means anyone with a million bucks can screw up the nations most populous state for 6 months and end up costing the taxpayers over $66 MILLION dollars. That's our money goddamn it. Not to mention that ever since Gore v. Bush, it's a given that there will be lawsuits. How much is that going to cost us? Mark my words. Elections as we knew them are forever changed. I'm voting no on power grabs. I urge you to do the same.
Whatever you decide - just get out there and vote damn it.
October 06, 2003
Cold Beer and Remote Control
Okay sports fans - and away we go!
It was a hell of a weekend. Saturday at my cousins I watched my MSU Spartans kick some Indiana ass. And then gloated as U of M got it stuffed to them in the final 5 by Iowa. As you do. God I hate U of M with a passion. They're going down in a cart wheeling ball of flames.
But moments later in a jaw dropping play at the plate my Giants were robbed - ROBBED I tell ya! By the Marlins!?! The friggin' wildcard team! Giants on top all year and to perform so poorly. I was crushed. But there was no crying because there's no crying in baseball - BUT there was a hell of a lot of foul four letter screaming and much forehead smacking. Unbelievable.
Yesterday I planted my ass in my living room for a full day. The 49ers barely eked one past the Lions in what was probably the worst football I've seen played in quite some time. Fuck Terrell Owens and his big fat mouth. He's such an ass. He didn't even reach for what might have been a touchdown pass. He'd better shut the hell up now or I'm going to have to go up there... But they won. An ugly win is still a win and that's what counts.
I then flipped over to the Red Sox pulling it out to go to game 5. I don't have any fingernails left for tonight damn it! Much rejoicing and dancing. The Twins? Well, sorry Minnesota fans - but ya had to see that one coming didn't ya?
Then there's The Cubs. The mother fucking Cubs... Now there's something to celebrate. Sweet!
Solonor is right. Red Sox vs. Cubs = Armageddon. Prepare for the rapture folks.
October 03, 2003
TGImp3F
I'd like to dedicate this weeks mp3 to the Erb. Because it can't happen two weekends in a row... can it?
I'm buried under work. It's a crunch time kinda Friday. Have a most excellent weekend and Go Giants! Go Spartans!
October 01, 2003
Procrastination - I know it can wait.
Check out my new iPod! Sorta...
What am I DOING? Instead of actually finishing the work here in front of me that will earn the money to buy a real fucking iPod, I'm busying myself printing a picture of one, cutting it out of paper and gluing it together.... then taking a picture of it, uploading it and posting to the 'ol blog-a-roo.
That proves it... I'm definitely in denial about tomorrows deadline... Definitely, definitely in denial.
LOTR ROTK
Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King trailer is now online. Sweet!
Juuuust a bit outside.
I've stayed away from making too many baseball posts this summer but before we get too deep into the playoffs, I feel it's my duty and obligation to give you the official Fishwrap World Series Prediction:
Giants vs. Red Sox
(yes, you read that right, the Boston Red Sox)
Giants win in 6
WooHoo! Barry finally gets his ring - for dad.
Good God! In Queer Years, that's 187!
After last nights post, I'm sure some of you are wondering "MJ? Didn't you just celebrate your anniversary a few months ago?" Yes, oh observant one, we did. And when Dargie asks "How long have you two been together?" It's really a two part answer.
The missus and I celebrate 2 anniversaries. (double the risk, twice the presents!)
The first anniversary is a mutually selected "pre-marriage" date. Every couple has one - gay or straight, but since us gay folk CAN'T get married, most of us tend to not-so-randomly pick a date to celebrate as an "anniversary." Some might pick the day they "knew" or the day they moved in together, but more people than are probably willing to admit usually celebrate what is known as the "First Fuck" anniversary. Which for most gay men and the missus and me, happened to be the day we met.
A second anniversary is celebrated if you've had a wedding, commitment ceremony, holy union rite, tofu potluck, sage smudging, birkenstock goddess praising whatever - THING. This is formally referred to as ... I have no idea what you call it.
"The day we spent a lot of fucking money and had the time of our lives?"
"The best damn party we've ever thrown?"
"The day we promised to each other and 150 people and God that we would never give up and then got drunk, danced and had a blast until 4:00am?"
Or maybe just "Our Wedding Day."
Anyway, long story short - July 5th, 2003 marked 12 years since the day we met and didn't get out of bed for 48 hours. Yesterday marked 8 years since the most beautiful and memorable day of my life (also known as the best damn party we've ever thrown!).
And when we, as lesbians, are able to get legally married, we're going to do it all over again. As Irving Berlin wrote: "I want BIG wedding in a BIG church!" But we've agreed that it must be on July 5th or Sept. 30th because there's no way in hell we can remember 3 anniversaries!
