Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Critchmas En Spiritu

Man I love vacation. Yesterday I spent the whole day noodling around YouTube. I started out on somebody’s blog watching a clip. Then I searched witches/brujas. This progressed to ghosts, paranormal, UFO footage, cryptozoology and mysterious humanoids. I ended up with EMO boys kissing and gay porn. Sweet.

Today it’s been Bond films. “The Man With The Golden Gun” and “You Only Live Twice”. Sweet.

Since I made a ton of soups (3 quarts each) I don’t have to cook much, though I think I will anyway today.
I made a variation of my creamy potato leek soup with lots more dill and with broccoli as well. Then I made up a sesame chicken vegetable dal, which is weird as hell, but really quite good.

I think I’ll meander on down to the corner store and see what looks good. I haven’t done any XMas shopping yet. I don’t have no kind of spirit. But I know a couple things I’m going to pick up, think I’ll give the convalescent and the Dad a good book. I got a good local one at a local store recently so I guess I’ll see you this weekend UBU. Think Local!

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Drinkin’ a pina colada at Trader Vic’s

Ok this had to be said. But you white boys in this sideburn/chops fest that has been going on for 10 years or so, just get over it. You know what it makes me think of? It makes me think of the young 19th century foppish sons of the ruling class who had little responsibility, way to much time on their hands, and a burning knowledge of their manifest destiny and their eventual rise to ruler ship by dint of their class.

It makes me think of Quentin Collins. If you don’t know he was a fictional character but he was a greasy, smarmy, craven, aristocrat who got his just desserts by being turned into a rotten not cool, werewolf.

And those alleged beards. Soul patches and those long, skinny ones with braids and/or bands? Guk.

To me it’s like someone with a big tattoo on their face or neck asking me to trust them with something important. Unless I know you SO well that it’s absolutely apparent that that is pretty much one of your only lapses in judgment I’m gonna assume you have pretty bad judgment or are pretty immature and untested.

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