To frass about.
There will be many, many of these postlies coming up so please bear with me. I will do my best to break it down into bite-sized portions. To be discussed:
1) "What's Done in the Dark"
2) Gigging a costume party for adults
3) Cruising
4) Easter, and I'm still here.
5) 15 years, where does the time go?
I think that covers most topics.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
That was either the bravest things, or dumbest things
I have ever agreed to.
Jellybean's daughter is getting hitched, and being the dutiful father he really wants to do the whole (coughcough archaic coughcough) "Dad shoulder's the majority of the cost of the wedding". His cryptic dry erase messages notwithstanding, the most recent was a dooze:
"M- Talk to me, re: June 6th Wedding"
Turns out his daughter, the lil' minx, was talking about hosting the groom's/rehearsal dinner- In her one bedroom Uptown apartment. Sooooo...he wanted to know if they could have it at my place.
Sure. No problem. Close to 30 people? No worries. Just keep the little kids away from my toys* and we'll be fine.
My question is- How is the man that gets panicky when he is in a crowd, and will decline parties if they are over 10 people (Heck, asking to even have a party is usually grounds for discussion and he'll spit the bit until the wee hours when all are hopefully gone) Well what in the heck is he gonna do? And should I spit the bit?
Fahk. Now it's time to finish up those dang pesky projects. Faaaaaahhk.
*If you're thinking that by "Toys" I'm talking about p0rn and my Pl@@@yb0y collection, you would not be mistaken.
Jellybean's daughter is getting hitched, and being the dutiful father he really wants to do the whole (coughcough archaic coughcough) "Dad shoulder's the majority of the cost of the wedding". His cryptic dry erase messages notwithstanding, the most recent was a dooze:
"M- Talk to me, re: June 6th Wedding"
Turns out his daughter, the lil' minx, was talking about hosting the groom's/rehearsal dinner- In her one bedroom Uptown apartment. Sooooo...he wanted to know if they could have it at my place.
Sure. No problem. Close to 30 people? No worries. Just keep the little kids away from my toys* and we'll be fine.
My question is- How is the man that gets panicky when he is in a crowd, and will decline parties if they are over 10 people (Heck, asking to even have a party is usually grounds for discussion and he'll spit the bit until the wee hours when all are hopefully gone) Well what in the heck is he gonna do? And should I spit the bit?
Fahk. Now it's time to finish up those dang pesky projects. Faaaaaahhk.
*If you're thinking that by "Toys" I'm talking about p0rn and my Pl@@@yb0y collection, you would not be mistaken.
One more from the grouch couch- Oscar's
So this year I was a good boy and was actually able to see 4 out of the 5 Best Picture candidates. (And really, truthfully? They coulda been a little more even-fielded, you know? Where are the meaty roles/movies for women?) I also will say I agreed with 90% of those winners across the board (And yo- If you haven't seen "Once" you have no soul. We whooped when it won. That is a lovely little film and I guarantee you'll want the soundtrack.) "Atonement" got the ax, but I'll probably rent the dumb thing so I feel a little more complete. (Green dress yadda and long beautiful tracking shot yadda. I just. I just don't feel it, Keira. I like my woman with a bit o' mutton on'em, luv. And with more than two facial expression's)
"Michael Clayton"- Really, really good. Really. Tom Wilkinson and Tilda Swinton's performances alone will make the movie. And good old George...well he's starting to grow on me. Admittedly I thought he was pulling a Caruso when he started doing movies, but he done good. ****
"Juno"- Quirky. Lot's of heart. Great soundtrack. Great peripheral characters (I'm talking about you, Miss Garnfleck. And you, Mr. "Not Playing J.Jonah Jameson but that's okay". And Allison Janney? You make me swoon) Like I said before, these people were all given really fleshed out characters to play with and they make it work. It just didn't seem "real" to me. There was just some dialogue that made me think twice. (Would, a precocious pregnant 16 year old use the term "Thundercat's are go" when technically she wouldn't have even been born early enough to appreciate them, and they pretty much get nil by way of syndication? I'm just sayin')
***
"There Will Be Blood"-See previous post. Pretty to watch. Interesting soundtrack. Fascinating look at the oil industry from a historical perspective. I thought that DDD was great, as he almost always delivers in every film he does. (I'm waiting for the sequel to "My Left Foot" called "Back to the Foot...ure" F#ck that was so much funnier in my head) There were two glaring things that kept me from saying that the shrink wrap on the DVD won't even be on the floor before I get it in the player was that lousy, over the top and unneccessarily violent ending (Dude. You won. You did it. And in the grossest possible fashion. What you did wasn't even insult to injury. It was just f#cking nuts. Which you weren't.)
And that EMO kid from "Little Miss Frasshine".
Okay, so the story spans what...20 plus years? And There's DDD looking all cirrhosised and old and basically a "real" version of what we assume happens to people consumed by the Dark Side of the Force. And emo shows up all dapper...with pimples. Kid didn't look like he could sport a pube much less facial hair. Heck, when he went to fix himself a drink I had half a mind to ask him for some ID. And? (And this is really trivial. The ending would have sucked either way) And? Kid? When you're in a bowling alley, and you came in through a great big open area? And you run towards the pins? You are exercising logic that borders on re-ray. Dumbass.
**1/2...Points off for bad endings...Points awarded for DDD's killer 'stache and giving me a pop culture phrase that I can apply to any beverage I'm consuming. "I'm gonna drink that Bloody Mary I'm gon' drink it up!"
"No Country for Old Men"- Easily IMHO the best film of the lot. Stark. Panic inducing. The use of ambient sound. The most realized antagonist since Hannibal Lecter...in the first movie. The best ensemble. (No love for TLJ, academy? Or Carla Jean? Heck, even Woodrow McCheers did a pretty good job) Heck, even the ending which caused so much controversy with moviegoers and critics didn't phase me. And as for pop culture phrasology, don't even THINK that Moda is tired of hearing "Llewellen? Whut's in thayut sah-chul?"
****
Additional must see's- "Once" and "Into the Wild"
"Michael Clayton"- Really, really good. Really. Tom Wilkinson and Tilda Swinton's performances alone will make the movie. And good old George...well he's starting to grow on me. Admittedly I thought he was pulling a Caruso when he started doing movies, but he done good. ****
"Juno"- Quirky. Lot's of heart. Great soundtrack. Great peripheral characters (I'm talking about you, Miss Garnfleck. And you, Mr. "Not Playing J.Jonah Jameson but that's okay". And Allison Janney? You make me swoon) Like I said before, these people were all given really fleshed out characters to play with and they make it work. It just didn't seem "real" to me. There was just some dialogue that made me think twice. (Would, a precocious pregnant 16 year old use the term "Thundercat's are go" when technically she wouldn't have even been born early enough to appreciate them, and they pretty much get nil by way of syndication? I'm just sayin')
***
"There Will Be Blood"-See previous post. Pretty to watch. Interesting soundtrack. Fascinating look at the oil industry from a historical perspective. I thought that DDD was great, as he almost always delivers in every film he does. (I'm waiting for the sequel to "My Left Foot" called "Back to the Foot...ure" F#ck that was so much funnier in my head) There were two glaring things that kept me from saying that the shrink wrap on the DVD won't even be on the floor before I get it in the player was that lousy, over the top and unneccessarily violent ending (Dude. You won. You did it. And in the grossest possible fashion. What you did wasn't even insult to injury. It was just f#cking nuts. Which you weren't.)
And that EMO kid from "Little Miss Frasshine".
Okay, so the story spans what...20 plus years? And There's DDD looking all cirrhosised and old and basically a "real" version of what we assume happens to people consumed by the Dark Side of the Force. And emo shows up all dapper...with pimples. Kid didn't look like he could sport a pube much less facial hair. Heck, when he went to fix himself a drink I had half a mind to ask him for some ID. And? (And this is really trivial. The ending would have sucked either way) And? Kid? When you're in a bowling alley, and you came in through a great big open area? And you run towards the pins? You are exercising logic that borders on re-ray. Dumbass.
**1/2...Points off for bad endings...Points awarded for DDD's killer 'stache and giving me a pop culture phrase that I can apply to any beverage I'm consuming. "I'm gonna drink that Bloody Mary I'm gon' drink it up!"
"No Country for Old Men"- Easily IMHO the best film of the lot. Stark. Panic inducing. The use of ambient sound. The most realized antagonist since Hannibal Lecter...in the first movie. The best ensemble. (No love for TLJ, academy? Or Carla Jean? Heck, even Woodrow McCheers did a pretty good job) Heck, even the ending which caused so much controversy with moviegoers and critics didn't phase me. And as for pop culture phrasology, don't even THINK that Moda is tired of hearing "Llewellen? Whut's in thayut sah-chul?"
****
Additional must see's- "Once" and "Into the Wild"
Found
My shell phone. I admit, I wasn't as optomistic that I'd find it after my inquiry at the gym proved for naught. Actually I was partly optomistic with a chance of showers in the afternoon. But, the little bastard had merely fallen behind the tv stand where I leave it to charge. (And it was shut off, so no. I could not do the high tech search method of "using my home phone to call it and listen for the ring/buzz". That method was relegated to yesterday, when I misplaced the spotty thing a SECOND time.)
It was a loverly weekend all told. Caturday was checking out a matinee of "There Will be Frass"* followed by attending WONDERFUL dinner party for buddies at redwrights where I consumed no less than two servings of the following: Indian sliders (2) Empanada's (2) Asparagus (countless. And yes. It smelled) chicken cakes (Countless. They were sooooo good. Both kinds) And a full belly. It. Was. Awesome. (My insomnia wasn't. Up at two thirty and didn't get back down until 7. And man o' man did I have some ding bat dreams. At least it wasn't on a school night)
Sunday was also pretty chill with Moda and her mama hitting the Food and Wine experience. Afterwards we just hung out and watched the Oscar's and et. Chinese**.
Yee to the Hizzaw.
* Meh. A big fat "meh". I mean...no, the ending was a big fat over done turd. A beautifully shot movie with a man who treats his scenes like Cookie Monster treats cookies, it was just not the movie that made me go "THAT is an Oscar winner". It wasn't terrible, just kinda left me cold and a little bit ill. Like I'd feel after drinking two milkshakes. Drink it up.
**Good for everyone that won. Especially our MNsotan's. While I go back and forth with people saying that "Juno" really shouldn't have been up there (A cute little movie. Really. But folks, I hung out with Juno and her ilk in high school. We weren't trying to re-realize pop culture lexicon. We were too busy trying to act older than we were. So that's where I was left with that.)
It was a loverly weekend all told. Caturday was checking out a matinee of "There Will be Frass"* followed by attending WONDERFUL dinner party for buddies at redwrights where I consumed no less than two servings of the following: Indian sliders (2) Empanada's (2) Asparagus (countless. And yes. It smelled) chicken cakes (Countless. They were sooooo good. Both kinds) And a full belly. It. Was. Awesome. (My insomnia wasn't. Up at two thirty and didn't get back down until 7. And man o' man did I have some ding bat dreams. At least it wasn't on a school night)
Sunday was also pretty chill with Moda and her mama hitting the Food and Wine experience. Afterwards we just hung out and watched the Oscar's and et. Chinese**.
Yee to the Hizzaw.
* Meh. A big fat "meh". I mean...no, the ending was a big fat over done turd. A beautifully shot movie with a man who treats his scenes like Cookie Monster treats cookies, it was just not the movie that made me go "THAT is an Oscar winner". It wasn't terrible, just kinda left me cold and a little bit ill. Like I'd feel after drinking two milkshakes. Drink it up.
**Good for everyone that won. Especially our MNsotan's. While I go back and forth with people saying that "Juno" really shouldn't have been up there (A cute little movie. Really. But folks, I hung out with Juno and her ilk in high school. We weren't trying to re-realize pop culture lexicon. We were too busy trying to act older than we were. So that's where I was left with that.)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
And one other thing...
Well...maybe not. That thought just floated right in and out of my ear.
Not really. I lost my frickin' cell phone again. I don't remember where I left it. It's not at the gym. I haven't really "gone" anywhere. It's just. Poof.
Frack.
Not really. I lost my frickin' cell phone again. I don't remember where I left it. It's not at the gym. I haven't really "gone" anywhere. It's just. Poof.
Frack.
A little late, but...
I'm actually kinda glad that the Pats lost the Super Bowl. I mean, no one likes to watch an undefeated team stay undefeated. It's boring. People like the scrappy underdog who comes from behind, you know? Like Daniel Larusso getting knocked down only to beat Cobra Kai with a well placed and completely bullshit kick. And then look, in subsequent films it's like "Oh wow, Larusso is gonna kick some a$$ again...whooo de loooo..." and they kept this up through 3 more films...even needing to replace Daniel-San in the fourth film with the future heshe in "Boys Don't Frass".
Seriously. Good for the Giants.
And not so seriously now we have another g#ddamn New York team who has to be c0ck of the walk...sheesh. Letting the Vikes win the bowl for once at this point is the equivalent of the NFL giving the kid next to him the home run ball instead of hoarding it to themself.
Seriously. Good for the Giants.
And not so seriously now we have another g#ddamn New York team who has to be c0ck of the walk...sheesh. Letting the Vikes win the bowl for once at this point is the equivalent of the NFL giving the kid next to him the home run ball instead of hoarding it to themself.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
A regular bookie...
I have been a READING petunia, lately and I'm pleased to say that I've polished off the following:
"30 Days of Night"/"30 Days of Night: Return to Barrow" (Graphic novels. Thanks, BWJ) Bleak. Bleak as f#ck. And it really makes me wanna see the movie.
"Born Standing Up" (Thanks Dad) Steve Martin's auto-bio about "the biz". A good, quick read.
"Catacombs" (James Ferris) This was a palate cleansing re-read. Not even a favorite novel, it's endeared itself to me for a couple of reasons- It has an old school 1980 Cold War Espionage vibe, it really paints a pretty picture African landscape and makes me wanna hike up Kilaminjaro and sing Toto's "Africa" at the top of my lungs, and lastly the protaganist is one serious bad ass and not in the machismo/blow'em up/larger than life way. I want to start describing myself as "ruthlessly efficient". "Baby P was ruthlessly efficicent working backstage during 'Looking for Normal'..." Yeah. I'll be doing that, and changing my middle name to "F#cking". Or "Dudikoff".
"The Things They Carried" (Tim O'Brien) Great book about Vietnam during the war. Having been a kid that went through the late 80's-early 90's watching every Viet-war flick that came out every five minutes (For real. "Platoon", "Casualties of War", "Born on the Fourth of July", "Full Metal Jacket"...You couldn't throw a rock between 1986 and 1992 without hitting a Vietnam movie. It was like what 1998 was to WW2 flicks)
"Doc Sidhe" (Aaron Alston) Okay, so this was another palate cleanser after "The Frass they Pampied". Another re-read, this is your basic dumb sci-fi fantasy novel. You will never read this. I promise you. The protaganist is a theatre major who also is a full contact kickboxer who finds himself in parallel form of Earth that is inhabited by magic, elves, humans, dwarve's with razor sharp teeth and people randomly hook up with each other for casual consensual se...Seriously, you will never read this...*
Now I'm on "The Greatest Generation" (Brokaw) and I'll probably have that polished off over the weekend.
Upcoming: "A Prayer for Owen Meany" which I'm told has to do with a microencephlatic half-man half-dinosaur that eats clowns. Then another palate cleanser: "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" which I'm very excited about.
* Okay, if you SERIOUSLY wanna read this...it's online. IJS
http://www.baen.com/library/0671876627/0671876627.htm
"30 Days of Night"/"30 Days of Night: Return to Barrow" (Graphic novels. Thanks, BWJ) Bleak. Bleak as f#ck. And it really makes me wanna see the movie.
"Born Standing Up" (Thanks Dad) Steve Martin's auto-bio about "the biz". A good, quick read.
"Catacombs" (James Ferris) This was a palate cleansing re-read. Not even a favorite novel, it's endeared itself to me for a couple of reasons- It has an old school 1980 Cold War Espionage vibe, it really paints a pretty picture African landscape and makes me wanna hike up Kilaminjaro and sing Toto's "Africa" at the top of my lungs, and lastly the protaganist is one serious bad ass and not in the machismo/blow'em up/larger than life way. I want to start describing myself as "ruthlessly efficient". "Baby P was ruthlessly efficicent working backstage during 'Looking for Normal'..." Yeah. I'll be doing that, and changing my middle name to "F#cking". Or "Dudikoff".
"The Things They Carried" (Tim O'Brien) Great book about Vietnam during the war. Having been a kid that went through the late 80's-early 90's watching every Viet-war flick that came out every five minutes (For real. "Platoon", "Casualties of War", "Born on the Fourth of July", "Full Metal Jacket"...You couldn't throw a rock between 1986 and 1992 without hitting a Vietnam movie. It was like what 1998 was to WW2 flicks)
"Doc Sidhe" (Aaron Alston) Okay, so this was another palate cleanser after "The Frass they Pampied". Another re-read, this is your basic dumb sci-fi fantasy novel. You will never read this. I promise you. The protaganist is a theatre major who also is a full contact kickboxer who finds himself in parallel form of Earth that is inhabited by magic, elves, humans, dwarve's with razor sharp teeth and people randomly hook up with each other for casual consensual se...Seriously, you will never read this...*
Now I'm on "The Greatest Generation" (Brokaw) and I'll probably have that polished off over the weekend.
Upcoming: "A Prayer for Owen Meany" which I'm told has to do with a microencephlatic half-man half-dinosaur that eats clowns. Then another palate cleanser: "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" which I'm very excited about.
* Okay, if you SERIOUSLY wanna read this...it's online. IJS
http://www.baen.com/library/0671876627/0671876627.htm
Note to self...
Black beans with cumin, chili powder, and topped with grated fat free cheese/sour cream is not a good idea for dinner.
I'm just sayin'...
I'm just sayin'...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Gym Etiquette.
And not "Replace your weights when finished" or "Please wipe down the bench"
Please have a towel around your waist or some pants on if you're going to shave by the sinks. The last thing I want is to wash my hands next to your Mr. Bojangles, sir.
Please have a towel around your waist or some pants on if you're going to shave by the sinks. The last thing I want is to wash my hands next to your Mr. Bojangles, sir.
Wow
Almost 40 degrees to - 14 degree's?
The optimist in me (For I ate one for dinner) is happy that this marks the two week sub-zero cool off period which will eventually make way for warmer temps (usually mid-February) So that by March we start to stay primarily above the teens/twenties.
Of course, by March...we get the dumping. Always during HS sports tourney weekends. So you get the out of town turkey's coming in for boys and girls Hockey/Bball/Wrestling. Compounded by the fact that we're one bridge shy this year.
Let the driving D-baggery begin.
Sppppeeeeeaking of dbags:
http://www.cracked.com/article_15822_5-douchebag-behaviors-explained-by-science.html
At least Dorajar made some hearty African Peanut Butter stew. For. Yum
The optimist in me (For I ate one for dinner) is happy that this marks the two week sub-zero cool off period which will eventually make way for warmer temps (usually mid-February) So that by March we start to stay primarily above the teens/twenties.
Of course, by March...we get the dumping. Always during HS sports tourney weekends. So you get the out of town turkey's coming in for boys and girls Hockey/Bball/Wrestling. Compounded by the fact that we're one bridge shy this year.
Let the driving D-baggery begin.
Sppppeeeeeaking of dbags:
http://www.cracked.com/article_15822_5-douchebag-behaviors-explained-by-science.html
At least Dorajar made some hearty African Peanut Butter stew. For. Yum
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Too funny...
This was too funny (to me) not to share:
Dorajar and her bff from college met for cocktails at a local Asian themed restaurant. Per "chainy-Asian-themed" decor, the walls were adorned with kanji that was appropriately sub-texted for the Euro-cents with gentle words which the owners wish to convey the wisdom and serenity of the Thai/Chinese/Japanese/Dirty-knee's nations. "Love"? Check. "Compassion"? Check. "Acceptence"? Check. "Peace"? Offffff course!
You know. When you're ordering yourself some pad Thai at a level 3 you need "Successories" over your head. Feel good. Eat.
Her buddy noticed one, however, that was labeled "Benevolence". In a simple case of brain-tootage, she said "Why would they put that up? Doesn't that mean that you don't really care either way?" to which Dorajar corrected her and said "I think you're thinking about 'ambivalence'". "Oh".
Which got us thinking- Wouldn't it be funny if they did have sayings like that up around the restaurant? (Albeit, I think it'd be funnier sans subtitles)
Things like:
"Immodesty"
"Perv"
"Passive aggressive"
"Tip more, B#tch"
"Procrastinate"
"Dirty"
"A$$hat"
"Clown shoes"
"Cheney"
"Bitter"
And it was after "Cheney", our conversation degenerated into people we think should be up there ("Phelps", "Huckabee" yadda yadda) and we quit.
Heh. It'll happen.
In other news, in spite of boycotting Fantastic Samuel's I went in and got a shampoo and cut for their advertised $10 wash N chop and have been quite pleased with the results. Much better than the "1993 Senior photo" look I was starting to sport. No lie...it was getting all MacGuyvery-mullety in the back. I have a senior picture outside of my desk (Wearing my football jersey. Ahhhh yes. The popular "Jocko" Photo.) and folks were making the comparison in hairstyles. Albeit, they did say my hair was "poofier" in 1993. No s#it. After the cutting, folks at the theatre were quite complimentary in spite of the fact that it was doing this Afflecky thing due to the product they used.
In other news...I think I'd like a 15 year reunion. I missed the ol' 10 year. Could be a hot ticket.
Dorajar and her bff from college met for cocktails at a local Asian themed restaurant. Per "chainy-Asian-themed" decor, the walls were adorned with kanji that was appropriately sub-texted for the Euro-cents with gentle words which the owners wish to convey the wisdom and serenity of the Thai/Chinese/Japanese/Dirty-knee's nations. "Love"? Check. "Compassion"? Check. "Acceptence"? Check. "Peace"? Offffff course!
You know. When you're ordering yourself some pad Thai at a level 3 you need "Successories" over your head. Feel good. Eat.
Her buddy noticed one, however, that was labeled "Benevolence". In a simple case of brain-tootage, she said "Why would they put that up? Doesn't that mean that you don't really care either way?" to which Dorajar corrected her and said "I think you're thinking about 'ambivalence'". "Oh".
Which got us thinking- Wouldn't it be funny if they did have sayings like that up around the restaurant? (Albeit, I think it'd be funnier sans subtitles)
Things like:
"Immodesty"
"Perv"
"Passive aggressive"
"Tip more, B#tch"
"Procrastinate"
"Dirty"
"A$$hat"
"Clown shoes"
"Cheney"
"Bitter"
And it was after "Cheney", our conversation degenerated into people we think should be up there ("Phelps", "Huckabee" yadda yadda) and we quit.
Heh. It'll happen.
In other news, in spite of boycotting Fantastic Samuel's I went in and got a shampoo and cut for their advertised $10 wash N chop and have been quite pleased with the results. Much better than the "1993 Senior photo" look I was starting to sport. No lie...it was getting all MacGuyvery-mullety in the back. I have a senior picture outside of my desk (Wearing my football jersey. Ahhhh yes. The popular "Jocko" Photo.) and folks were making the comparison in hairstyles. Albeit, they did say my hair was "poofier" in 1993. No s#it. After the cutting, folks at the theatre were quite complimentary in spite of the fact that it was doing this Afflecky thing due to the product they used.
In other news...I think I'd like a 15 year reunion. I missed the ol' 10 year. Could be a hot ticket.
Bloop Bloop
Whudda weekend, pampers. Another GREAT run of "Normal" (Last weekend, kids. Don't make the mistake of missing it! ) So far, we've had 9 Ivey reviewer's attend. It'd be kinda nice, you know? To be part of a show that clinches, or has a perfomer clinch, an Ivey? And there are definitely folks in the show that deserve it. Boy, howdy.
Thank you, family, for the gift of pans. This weekend was home cooking heaven, thanks to your X-mas gift. Thursday was a deliscious pasta with tomato, olive oil, spinach, and bourgeoius cheese. Friday night was baked salmon, garlic mashed potatoes, and grilled asparagus*. Saturday a.m. was whole wheat English muffin with egg beaters/soy cheese/veggie sausage patties. Sunday a.m. was diced potato and onions topped with cheese, scrambled eggs mixed with spinach/tomato/red onion/fresh basil...all covered in cheese- I even used all four burners. Pip Pip.
I kid you not...I love cooking. And working out. Holy b@lls, I actually made it to the gym Thursday through Sunday. Note to self: You aren't in your 20's, dude. You no longer suffer "Heavy" days well. Dig?
Sunday night post-show, Redwright was kind enough to invite us over for homemade jambalaya and hot tubbing. Exactly what these old bones needed. FW, TLC and I warbled "Oklahoma" at the top of our lungs while we soaked...and for some reason I imagine Dorajar, Redwright, and BD staring at each other quietly...their collective eye rolls actually creating sound.
* So get this- I hate cooking potatoes. I try. I usually fail. Soooooo, after promising to make garlic mashed potatoes for weeks I decide to throw it on the menu. I boil the red potatoes until they're easily piercable with a fork. Toss'em in a mixing bowl. Add a half cup of fat free creamer and half a cup of skim milk. Two tablespoons of reduced fat butter. Salt. Fresh cracked pepper. Annnnnnnnd approximately 48 minced bulbs of garlic. (Which reminds me...Ma? That jarful of bulbs you gave me at Christmas? Almost gone. Any chance we can get some more?)
Anyway, it was good...the Salmon turned out a lllleeetle bit dry, but on the whole I was pleased. But oh boy, my love of garlic was seVERELY tested. We reeked. Like...bad. Every "urp" caused the other to look with an undisguised unpleasant face followed by an "Ew". Did we learn our lesson?
No. Every time we stole a bite from the leftovers...the other person knew. It was completely and utterly unmaskable. And we were so, so sorry to the cast. We smelled. Awful. I'm sure of it.
Thank you, family, for the gift of pans. This weekend was home cooking heaven, thanks to your X-mas gift. Thursday was a deliscious pasta with tomato, olive oil, spinach, and bourgeoius cheese. Friday night was baked salmon, garlic mashed potatoes, and grilled asparagus*. Saturday a.m. was whole wheat English muffin with egg beaters/soy cheese/veggie sausage patties. Sunday a.m. was diced potato and onions topped with cheese, scrambled eggs mixed with spinach/tomato/red onion/fresh basil...all covered in cheese- I even used all four burners. Pip Pip.
I kid you not...I love cooking. And working out. Holy b@lls, I actually made it to the gym Thursday through Sunday. Note to self: You aren't in your 20's, dude. You no longer suffer "Heavy" days well. Dig?
Sunday night post-show, Redwright was kind enough to invite us over for homemade jambalaya and hot tubbing. Exactly what these old bones needed. FW, TLC and I warbled "Oklahoma" at the top of our lungs while we soaked...and for some reason I imagine Dorajar, Redwright, and BD staring at each other quietly...their collective eye rolls actually creating sound.
* So get this- I hate cooking potatoes. I try. I usually fail. Soooooo, after promising to make garlic mashed potatoes for weeks I decide to throw it on the menu. I boil the red potatoes until they're easily piercable with a fork. Toss'em in a mixing bowl. Add a half cup of fat free creamer and half a cup of skim milk. Two tablespoons of reduced fat butter. Salt. Fresh cracked pepper. Annnnnnnnd approximately 48 minced bulbs of garlic. (Which reminds me...Ma? That jarful of bulbs you gave me at Christmas? Almost gone. Any chance we can get some more?)
Anyway, it was good...the Salmon turned out a lllleeetle bit dry, but on the whole I was pleased. But oh boy, my love of garlic was seVERELY tested. We reeked. Like...bad. Every "urp" caused the other to look with an undisguised unpleasant face followed by an "Ew". Did we learn our lesson?
No. Every time we stole a bite from the leftovers...the other person knew. It was completely and utterly unmaskable. And we were so, so sorry to the cast. We smelled. Awful. I'm sure of it.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Nope, nope...still here!
Haven't been on some blog sabbatical. Just busy busy busy. With whart, you ask?
"LOOKING FOR NORMAL" at the Minneapolis Theatre Garage, runs Thursday through Sunday through February 3rd. All Sunday's are matinee's with a talkback post show. For more information go to http://artispheretheatre.com/
For seriousness folks. This is a show you should all. See. I'm working backstage on this one, but the process has been thrilling to watch. There's been so much love, passion, and energy that everyone has brought (And it was brought in at a very high level) since the first read through. Sufficed to say, it's kept us very busy. And the rewards are all worth it. Don't believe me? Have a look:
http://lavendermagazine.com/this-issue/arts-and-entertainment/looking-for-normal -brings-light-to-universal-need-for-transgender-understanding/
http://www.howwastheshow.com/index.cfm/action/reviews.view/reviewKey/848
http://articles.citypages.com/2008-01-16/performing-arts/gender-bender/
http://www.startribune.com/entertainment/onstage/13732241.html
http://www.twincities.com/entertainment/ci_7969834?nclick_check=1
Gawdamn. Reviewed much? I absolutely love how each reviewer finds something different about every performance to speak toward. Just. Love.
In other news, eff a bunch of resolutions. NYE was spent at the casa del Mo-Mags and I stayed up way too late and keesed way too many people at midnight. It's a miracle I didn't get a touch of the herp. Sloot.
In other, other news. Eff a bunch of cold. My upstairs is 5-10 degrees warmer than my main level. (A little better now that the Scotch Guard is up) Still, I wake up dehydrated.
There's nothing like a good bloody Mary with brunch.
You cannot look cool wearing heavy moonboots. Minus 10 points from Gryffindor if you add a bathrobe to that equation.
The refs were bribed. Yes, the Pack played sub-par. But to have practically 5 penalties IN A ROW? That was some s#itty reffing. IJS.
Why the eff am I at work today?
Happy MLK Jr. Day, folks. And go see this show, STAT!
"LOOKING FOR NORMAL" at the Minneapolis Theatre Garage, runs Thursday through Sunday through February 3rd. All Sunday's are matinee's with a talkback post show. For more information go to http://artispheretheatre.com/
For seriousness folks. This is a show you should all. See. I'm working backstage on this one, but the process has been thrilling to watch. There's been so much love, passion, and energy that everyone has brought (And it was brought in at a very high level) since the first read through. Sufficed to say, it's kept us very busy. And the rewards are all worth it. Don't believe me? Have a look:
http://lavendermagazine.com/this-issue/arts-and-entertainment/looking-for-normal -brings-light-to-universal-need-for-transgender-understanding/
http://www.howwastheshow.com/index.cfm/action/reviews.view/reviewKey/848
http://articles.citypages.com/2008-01-16/performing-arts/gender-bender/
http://www.startribune.com/entertainment/onstage/13732241.html
http://www.twincities.com/entertainment/ci_7969834?nclick_check=1
Gawdamn. Reviewed much? I absolutely love how each reviewer finds something different about every performance to speak toward. Just. Love.
In other news, eff a bunch of resolutions. NYE was spent at the casa del Mo-Mags and I stayed up way too late and keesed way too many people at midnight. It's a miracle I didn't get a touch of the herp. Sloot.
In other, other news. Eff a bunch of cold. My upstairs is 5-10 degrees warmer than my main level. (A little better now that the Scotch Guard is up) Still, I wake up dehydrated.
There's nothing like a good bloody Mary with brunch.
You cannot look cool wearing heavy moonboots. Minus 10 points from Gryffindor if you add a bathrobe to that equation.
The refs were bribed. Yes, the Pack played sub-par. But to have practically 5 penalties IN A ROW? That was some s#itty reffing. IJS.
Why the eff am I at work today?
Happy MLK Jr. Day, folks. And go see this show, STAT!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Oh...the trip?
Sin City, baby. Ohhhh yeah. (To be truthful, my pop let the cat out of the bag by bellering out the location a week ago.) We cracked outta Dodge early last Friday and plopped our buns behind our rented HHR (And they were charging us for a sub-compact...HA! Eff you, Hertz!) before checking into the Strat-
http://www.stratospherehotel.com/
We napped, explored our lodgings, then gussied before we hit the restaurant at the top of the world for martini's and a PHENOMenal supper and a spinning view of greater Vegas. (Really. It spins.) http://www.stratospherehotel.com/topworld.html (We shared tuna carpaccio over a cake of rare ahi tuna, followed by shared lobster ravioli and roast chicken. Hea. Ven.)
Then a show:
http://www.stratospherehotel.com/bite.html
Big deal. Don't scoff at our love of the Vampire T#tty show. It was pure gold. A live dramatic interpretation can be provided to you by yours truly for one cocktail.
Day two was learning to play craps in the casino, then off to do some strip cruisin. (Is it just me, or did the strip grow two miles? For some reason I remember it being, shorter? And holy f#ck, there are literally 6 new casino's being built. Comedy was seeing the construction workers dressed like they were going on an Arctic expedition while Dorajar and I are in light sweaters and jeans.) That was pretty exhausting. A power nap, workout, and then it was off to the MGM grand to get SOMEone their out of town sushi fix (http://www.mgmgrand.com/dining/shibuya-japanese-restaurant.aspx) I'm not pointing fingers here, just sayin'...and sayin' again that SOMEone also has retired their mama...asking if we could take the table behind ours leftover tempura. (And by leftover...get this: A table of, like, 40 Japanese tourists exits before we're even served. They leave 3, count'em THREE full plates of tempura. I suppose it didn't hurt to ask...but man. There are, like, starving people in Japan and stuff)
Oh, the evening show? "Ka", bitches. http://www.mgmgrand.com/entertainment/ka-cirque-du-soleil-show.aspx Yes, a wirework kung-fu Cirque show. The video clip doesn't even begin to show you the enormity of the space. Holy balls...amazing. More over? When you go up to the bar and order a gin and tonic, ask for the large vs. the small, and walk away with a Big Gulp sized drink...well that's just the way to see theatre. ("Um... he poured half a bottle of Tanqueray into the glass darling.") The night ended with a trip to downtown Vegas where we lost a majority of our dough.
Day Tree was about nature. First, we needed to fill up on buffet food (a bullet point) but decided against the pricier casino's and used our two-for-one coupon for Terrible's Buffet. http://www.terribleherbst.com/casinos/lasvegas/restaurants.html We had a surreal morning of it, befriending a group of 4 senior citizens who told us all about what they either did, or didn't do...and we listened as they coveted dear Pat's monstrous strawberry covered Belgian Waffle.
After making it to the park-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Rock_Canyon_National_Conservation_Area (and getting the S#IT scared out of me by the park ranger show and telling with a freaking scorpion!) we relenquished our "Advanced Hiker" card for "Re-ray Hiker" after following the wrong trail, doubling back, and realizing we missed the trail head by 4 feet. It was a gorgeous day (high 50's) and I was inundated by text messages from MN telling me about the shitty weather they were having. I felt awful.
Dorajar started feeling crappy so I took her to Fellini's http://www.fellinislv.com/fellinis_stratosphere.htm for a garlicy dinner and watched as the waiter/owner macked on my Kool-Aid. We meandered a little bit, and then hit the hay.
I got up and left Dorajar to sleep while I hit the hotel gym and realized that I was gonna truly miss the Vegas. We packed, hit the Fashion Mall to humor me (and get some last minnit gifts) then off to visit the Luxor and Excalibur. The Luxor buffet was a three hour wait, so we happied ourselves with "Ex's" which was worth the money...but poor sick baby only could manage some mashed potatoes.
Airport.
Then Home.
Did I mention that my girlfriend is made of awesome?
http://www.stratospherehotel.com/
We napped, explored our lodgings, then gussied before we hit the restaurant at the top of the world for martini's and a PHENOMenal supper and a spinning view of greater Vegas. (Really. It spins.) http://www.stratospherehotel.com/topworld.html (We shared tuna carpaccio over a cake of rare ahi tuna, followed by shared lobster ravioli and roast chicken. Hea. Ven.)
Then a show:
http://www.stratospherehotel.com/bite.html
Big deal. Don't scoff at our love of the Vampire T#tty show. It was pure gold. A live dramatic interpretation can be provided to you by yours truly for one cocktail.
Day two was learning to play craps in the casino, then off to do some strip cruisin. (Is it just me, or did the strip grow two miles? For some reason I remember it being, shorter? And holy f#ck, there are literally 6 new casino's being built. Comedy was seeing the construction workers dressed like they were going on an Arctic expedition while Dorajar and I are in light sweaters and jeans.) That was pretty exhausting. A power nap, workout, and then it was off to the MGM grand to get SOMEone their out of town sushi fix (http://www.mgmgrand.com/dining/shibuya-japanese-restaurant.aspx) I'm not pointing fingers here, just sayin'...and sayin' again that SOMEone also has retired their mama...asking if we could take the table behind ours leftover tempura. (And by leftover...get this: A table of, like, 40 Japanese tourists exits before we're even served. They leave 3, count'em THREE full plates of tempura. I suppose it didn't hurt to ask...but man. There are, like, starving people in Japan and stuff)
Oh, the evening show? "Ka", bitches. http://www.mgmgrand.com/entertainment/ka-cirque-du-soleil-show.aspx Yes, a wirework kung-fu Cirque show. The video clip doesn't even begin to show you the enormity of the space. Holy balls...amazing. More over? When you go up to the bar and order a gin and tonic, ask for the large vs. the small, and walk away with a Big Gulp sized drink...well that's just the way to see theatre. ("Um... he poured half a bottle of Tanqueray into the glass darling.") The night ended with a trip to downtown Vegas where we lost a majority of our dough.
Day Tree was about nature. First, we needed to fill up on buffet food (a bullet point) but decided against the pricier casino's and used our two-for-one coupon for Terrible's Buffet. http://www.terribleherbst.com/casinos/lasvegas/restaurants.html We had a surreal morning of it, befriending a group of 4 senior citizens who told us all about what they either did, or didn't do...and we listened as they coveted dear Pat's monstrous strawberry covered Belgian Waffle.
After making it to the park-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Rock_Canyon_National_Conservation_Area (and getting the S#IT scared out of me by the park ranger show and telling with a freaking scorpion!) we relenquished our "Advanced Hiker" card for "Re-ray Hiker" after following the wrong trail, doubling back, and realizing we missed the trail head by 4 feet. It was a gorgeous day (high 50's) and I was inundated by text messages from MN telling me about the shitty weather they were having. I felt awful.
Dorajar started feeling crappy so I took her to Fellini's http://www.fellinislv.com/fellinis_stratosphere.htm for a garlicy dinner and watched as the waiter/owner macked on my Kool-Aid. We meandered a little bit, and then hit the hay.
I got up and left Dorajar to sleep while I hit the hotel gym and realized that I was gonna truly miss the Vegas. We packed, hit the Fashion Mall to humor me (and get some last minnit gifts) then off to visit the Luxor and Excalibur. The Luxor buffet was a three hour wait, so we happied ourselves with "Ex's" which was worth the money...but poor sick baby only could manage some mashed potatoes.
Airport.
Then Home.
Did I mention that my girlfriend is made of awesome?
Late Late Late Late...I knowwwww...
MERRY CHRIBIRFDAY TO MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
My PC at home is out of commission (cough cough hurry and fixit Biggie cough cough) so I've been negligent as heck trying to post, soooooo rather than make this one epic I'll chunk it up into bite sized morsels, working backwards:
Christmas Tag was wonderful. Just...ugh, so much love. I started EARLY by getting up at 5:54 am (The moment I go from one age to the next) The am/afternoon was a prime rib lunch at ma and dad's, gift giving (Thank you 110 pc Socket Set/New Pots and Pans- COOKING FOR BUDDIES WILL COMMENCE) baby cheek chewing, and general revelry.
Funny. No cake. Only gelato.
The night was revelry at the downtown Hyatt with buddies/Christmas orphan's. The Market BBQ found its way in there somewhere. And when I woke up there was a half empty bottle of Balvenie whiskey, two empty bottles of wine, and one tiiiiiired 33 year old.
Did I mention that? Christmas birth AND turning the same age as Christ's last year. Weird.
And here is your thought for the day, and my hope that it brings you some comfort:
Isn't it kind of nice to know that some where, at any given second there is probably some"one" in the world thinking about you in a positive way?
My PC at home is out of commission (cough cough hurry and fixit Biggie cough cough) so I've been negligent as heck trying to post, soooooo rather than make this one epic I'll chunk it up into bite sized morsels, working backwards:
Christmas Tag was wonderful. Just...ugh, so much love. I started EARLY by getting up at 5:54 am (The moment I go from one age to the next) The am/afternoon was a prime rib lunch at ma and dad's, gift giving (Thank you 110 pc Socket Set/New Pots and Pans- COOKING FOR BUDDIES WILL COMMENCE) baby cheek chewing, and general revelry.
Funny. No cake. Only gelato.
The night was revelry at the downtown Hyatt with buddies/Christmas orphan's. The Market BBQ found its way in there somewhere. And when I woke up there was a half empty bottle of Balvenie whiskey, two empty bottles of wine, and one tiiiiiired 33 year old.
Did I mention that? Christmas birth AND turning the same age as Christ's last year. Weird.
And here is your thought for the day, and my hope that it brings you some comfort:
Isn't it kind of nice to know that some where, at any given second there is probably some"one" in the world thinking about you in a positive way?
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Sighs...
Don't it feel like that some days?
I guess there was a wizard at rehearsal last night. We're partying in an Uptown church (For the uninitiated, churches often times give micro-theatres in the TC's reasonable deals on rehearsal space. Sometimes free. Sometimes next to AA meetings...which can make you feel bad if you've just came from the Green Mill 2 for one happy hour smelling of gin.)
They're setting up for the press kit photo call, and I guess some dude came entered the church in robes, a high hat, and a staff. One of our actor's thought he was carrying a shovel and came in from the cold...until further inspection revealed what were only described as a flowing grey coat, pointed hat, and "crystals" mounted on the end of old Stormcrow's staff.
Huh. It made me wonder when our little rehearsal space turned into "Hogwarts"?
'Course...if anyone had wandered into our neck of the woods they woulda caught an eyeful of a 6 plus foot man dressed as a woman...IJS
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Not too terribly exciting...
But that's rehearsal for ya. Frids- Rehearse. Sats- Rehearse. Caturday night was fajita night + Planet Earth, followed by more ethic cuisine at Tin Roof and FeeJ's joint half b'day party. Happy half b'day's, pretty ladies. Many happy returns. (And I knoooooow the value of a good half b'day. IJS)
Sunday there was no rest for the weary, and I hosted a little soiree' for me family in the early afternoon. Snacks were nibbled. Baby cheeks were chewed. Old photo's were perused. And for some reason, my penchant for taking off my pants was discussed. (Many, MANY photo's of a baby P in his altogether.) I fit a workout in there (Very important, due to the copious amount of cheese consumed) and Dorajar and I ate Thai food and watched "Apocolypto"...a cheery Christmas film. I have concluded, that Mr. Gibson ain't got no momma.
Now I'm back at it- Work and Rehearse until Thursday. Leavin' on a jet plane eeeaaaaaarly Friday morning. Probably having a bloody Mary inflight.
I secondarily conclude, this to be the funniest GD article that I've read in a while:
http://www.cracked.com/article_15744_which-greatest-trilogy.html
Sunday there was no rest for the weary, and I hosted a little soiree' for me family in the early afternoon. Snacks were nibbled. Baby cheeks were chewed. Old photo's were perused. And for some reason, my penchant for taking off my pants was discussed. (Many, MANY photo's of a baby P in his altogether.) I fit a workout in there (Very important, due to the copious amount of cheese consumed) and Dorajar and I ate Thai food and watched "Apocolypto"...a cheery Christmas film. I have concluded, that Mr. Gibson ain't got no momma.
Now I'm back at it- Work and Rehearse until Thursday. Leavin' on a jet plane eeeaaaaaarly Friday morning. Probably having a bloody Mary inflight.
I secondarily conclude, this to be the funniest GD article that I've read in a while:
http://www.cracked.com/article_15744_which-greatest-trilogy.html
Friday, December 14, 2007
Regarding Pogo-Sticks
Cracked.com....on pogo-sticks:
"Instead of joyfully bouncing around in a happy-go-lucky style, the pogo stick compresses down about 9 feet, then shoots off the ground at a velocity approaching Mach 2. Surprised, and sporting a pair of rapidly browning underpants, you release your grip from the handles and try to step off. At this point the stick would inevitably carry on its ascendancy and smash you on the chin with slightly less force than the punch of a super heavyweight boxer."
I had to bury my face in my hands after I had read this. We actually had a pogo stick my mom picked up at a garage sale when we were younger. An old, kinda rusty jobby that had once sported sparkly pinkish glitter (It may have once been red) Although we were never launched to atmospheric heights, I do distinctly remember that it only went down about an inch (due to the aforementioned rust) and...well maybe it was a balance thing, but I took more than my fair share of gravelled face plants on that thing. Step up, then next foot (quickly!) force your body downward ("Reeee-KAH" was the noise. Like a bed in a fleabag hotel) Shlipah (hands OUT!)
Actually, as I just demonstrated my pogo'ing prowess to my co-worker it occurred to me that the pogo didn't even have a one inch compression...so the effect was trying to to bounce on a metal curtain rod with petals.
Picture that one.
"Instead of joyfully bouncing around in a happy-go-lucky style, the pogo stick compresses down about 9 feet, then shoots off the ground at a velocity approaching Mach 2. Surprised, and sporting a pair of rapidly browning underpants, you release your grip from the handles and try to step off. At this point the stick would inevitably carry on its ascendancy and smash you on the chin with slightly less force than the punch of a super heavyweight boxer."
I had to bury my face in my hands after I had read this. We actually had a pogo stick my mom picked up at a garage sale when we were younger. An old, kinda rusty jobby that had once sported sparkly pinkish glitter (It may have once been red) Although we were never launched to atmospheric heights, I do distinctly remember that it only went down about an inch (due to the aforementioned rust) and...well maybe it was a balance thing, but I took more than my fair share of gravelled face plants on that thing. Step up, then next foot (quickly!) force your body downward ("Reeee-KAH" was the noise. Like a bed in a fleabag hotel) Shlipah (hands OUT!)
Actually, as I just demonstrated my pogo'ing prowess to my co-worker it occurred to me that the pogo didn't even have a one inch compression...so the effect was trying to to bounce on a metal curtain rod with petals.
Picture that one.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Well fine then...
Dorajar frassed at me a minute ago regarding my significant lack of posting over the last couple of weeks. Not a whole shite ton has really happened tho', y'know? I hosted Turkey Day, has fondue night, and have spent the subsequent weeks shaking my fist at the cold.
Well that's not allllll together true.
I joined the club. Dorajar and I went for a week free trial to frassness crossroads and I was sold. It's been a incredible boost for my spirit and soul to be training again that I had forgotten how much I need a club and the equipment as motivation. My bum shoulder has been rehab-ing, it's nice not to have aching joints from running in sub zero temps, I can do back exercises, and shower next to a bunch of naked dudes. Wait...I mean we (and I do mean we) can ogle the Barbie who leads the Runner's Club while she demonstrates squats. Yeah...that's what I meant. Join a gym. I guarantee it'll be the best decision you make.
My car was in the shop again. I need a new one. That'll be an '08 project. But the shop lent me a LOVERLY '90 Celebrity to tool around in. Just...lovely.
I got cast in, then turned down "Hank V". I want to focus on "Normal", and well...yeah.
"Normal" started last night and I'm SM'ing. It's going to be great, and you'll all be vomming with how much I peemp it.
I finished "Special Topics in Calamity Physics", "The Shining", and now I'm onto "Jonathon Strange and Mr. Norrell". I'm booky.
I did a video shoot for work (I'm slumming) and on the way back from the studio I got ass backwards on the 35 to 62 interchange and wound up in my old neck of the woods from circa 2003-2004 when I rented a house in SW Mipples. I noticed two things: One, it's been rehabbed and two? It's for sale. I never really bought the concept of "McMansion" until I saw it.
Before:http://minneapolis.mn.house.info/2216-house-rent
Now: http://www.edinarealty.com/Listing/ListingDetail.aspx?Listing=20268235
You got $800K to drop, call the realtor. It was like someone plopped the Wonka Mansion in a charming stucco'ed neighborhood. The neighbor did that when I lived there and made an eyesore. When will they learn?
I'm going to be going out of town from the 21st through the 24th on a surprise trip. Then I come home to turn 33 on the day of our lord Christ. Sooooo, that means around April I kick the bucket and come back three days later for ham and mimosa's...If someone see's any Roman centurion's frassin' around Nordeast, couldya call me? I'd like to be out of town. Like, I want to be out of town when the RNC comes rollin' in.
Well that's not allllll together true.
I joined the club. Dorajar and I went for a week free trial to frassness crossroads and I was sold. It's been a incredible boost for my spirit and soul to be training again that I had forgotten how much I need a club and the equipment as motivation. My bum shoulder has been rehab-ing, it's nice not to have aching joints from running in sub zero temps, I can do back exercises, and shower next to a bunch of naked dudes. Wait...I mean we (and I do mean we) can ogle the Barbie who leads the Runner's Club while she demonstrates squats. Yeah...that's what I meant. Join a gym. I guarantee it'll be the best decision you make.
My car was in the shop again. I need a new one. That'll be an '08 project. But the shop lent me a LOVERLY '90 Celebrity to tool around in. Just...lovely.
I got cast in, then turned down "Hank V". I want to focus on "Normal", and well...yeah.
"Normal" started last night and I'm SM'ing. It's going to be great, and you'll all be vomming with how much I peemp it.
I finished "Special Topics in Calamity Physics", "The Shining", and now I'm onto "Jonathon Strange and Mr. Norrell". I'm booky.
I did a video shoot for work (I'm slumming) and on the way back from the studio I got ass backwards on the 35 to 62 interchange and wound up in my old neck of the woods from circa 2003-2004 when I rented a house in SW Mipples. I noticed two things: One, it's been rehabbed and two? It's for sale. I never really bought the concept of "McMansion" until I saw it.
Before:http://minneapolis.mn.house.info/2216-house-rent
Now: http://www.edinarealty.com/Listing/ListingDetail.aspx?Listing=20268235
You got $800K to drop, call the realtor. It was like someone plopped the Wonka Mansion in a charming stucco'ed neighborhood. The neighbor did that when I lived there and made an eyesore. When will they learn?
I'm going to be going out of town from the 21st through the 24th on a surprise trip. Then I come home to turn 33 on the day of our lord Christ. Sooooo, that means around April I kick the bucket and come back three days later for ham and mimosa's...If someone see's any Roman centurion's frassin' around Nordeast, couldya call me? I'd like to be out of town. Like, I want to be out of town when the RNC comes rollin' in.
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