Day: September 20, 2005

Right man for the job

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I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way. I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time. (I’m gonna put the rest of this […]

I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way.

I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time.

(I’m gonna put the rest of this after the cut in case anyone hasn’t watched the show yet…)

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…fucking suspense is killing me.

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Honestly. Why do I care? It’s one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I’m climbin’ the fucking walls. Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don’t wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already! I […]

Honestly. Why do I care?

It’s one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I’m climbin’ the fucking walls.

Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don’t wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already!

I don’t think a reality teevee show has ever gotten me this wound (again, aside from when Lex got down to the final three, but you know, he’s a personal friend). But it feels like that sitting here wishing for JD to win when I know the choice is already made.

I’m thinking, tequila or ice cream? tequila or ice cream? I mean, I gotta do something.

more referral nonsense – dirty margaritas?

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Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of […]

Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of random searches on skulls and tattoos and pirates and martinis and taco flavored kisses.

But I just got a hit from someone looking for a recipe for ‘dirty margaritas’.

Now, I don’t think that’s even a real drink, I think that was a confused user. But all I can think is, ick.

I’m trying to find a way to make that sound like a good drink, or to make it something dirty about a nasty little seniorita. But it’s not working. All I get is, tequila, lime, cointreau, and olive brine. Hell, that might even be good, but it sounds vile.

On the other hand, I’m now thinking, in this order:

  1. Mmmm, tequila
  2. Mmmm, nasty little seniorita

But that’s not really a surprise, is it?

Tattoos that make you wonder

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Sometimes you see a tattoo and you wonder – what’s he/she saying with that? I was playin’ goofy-golf and there was a hispanic family ahead of us. Nice, friendly people. Woman in her twenties, a couple little boys, and a guy. But the guy was kind of interesting. Older, a bit, but it was hard […]

Sometimes you see a tattoo and you wonder – what’s he/she saying with that?

I was playin’ goofy-golf and there was a hispanic family ahead of us. Nice, friendly people. Woman in her twenties, a couple little boys, and a guy. But the guy was kind of interesting. Older, a bit, but it was hard to tell how old since his head was shaved. I’d guess he was my age, fourties, but he could have been ten years either direction of me.

Later they were joined by several more kids and a couple late-teens-early-twenties girls.

I’m looking at them and thinking, ok, family, birthday party. Guy’s either dad or grampa.

But you know, I look at this tattoo he has on the back of his neck and I keep thinking, that means something different.

Daddy Tattoo Small

I dunno. Maybe it’s just me. But a tattoo that says daddy, on a man. It just sorta makes me wonder.

Of course, I can think of a person or two I’d like to see that same tattoo on. And no, Ken, you’re not one of them. No matter how much I love you.