CrazyPig, one of the coolest and oldest of the skull ring makers, now has an online store. I would happily buy almost everything on that page, and that’s just the rings. Hell. There goes what’s left of my paycheck.
CrazyPig, one of the coolest and oldest of the skull ring makers, now has an online store.
I would happily buy almost everything on that page, and that’s just the rings.
Hell. There goes what’s left of my paycheck.
You know, I didn’t hear a single peep about april fool’s day this year. Its like our entire culture forgot the custom this year – or conversely, it’s like I just had my head so far down that I managed to miss the entire thing. I don’t know which it was. I remember years back, […]
You know, I didn’t hear a single peep about april fool’s day this year. Its like our entire culture forgot the custom this year – or conversely, it’s like I just had my head so far down that I managed to miss the entire thing.
I don’t know which it was.
I remember years back, working for Sun Micro, when April First was the high point of our corporate year. Each year a bizarre prank would be played on Sun’s top execs, from car-in-pond to pond-in-office to office-in-pond. Brilliant, elaborate pranks, like getting Bill Joy’s new fararri onto a platform in the middle of a pond, or wiring a full, working office in the middle of that same pond for Eric Schmidt – he had to be ferried out in a row-boat, but once there was able to answer email and make phone calls. They’d strung power and ethernet under the water so it came up through the floor of the platform.
There was many of these over the years, and it’s one of the reasons I loved working at sun, though eventually, as always happens with big corporations, the fun got sucked out of the culture and the pranks stopped.
So what happened? Were they brilliant pranks I just missed? Or am I right in my assessment that the pranksters seemed to have taken a holiday this year?
I won’t sing that song but you know the song I mean. God, I don’t want it to be monday. I’ve been trying to drag my sorry ass up outta the chair to get dressed for work for at least a fuckin’ hour and I can’t face the idea. I’m in that irritating place where […]
I won’t sing that song but you know the song I mean.
God, I don’t want it to be monday. I’ve been trying to drag my sorry ass up outta the chair to get dressed for work for at least a fuckin’ hour and I can’t face the idea. I’m in that irritating place where I’m mostly well but don’t have my energy back; I feel enough better that I’m happy about being better, but not enough better that I can deal with picking up the loose ends I left lying around last week.
I keep thinking about swaying palm trees and tropical breezes and a delicious, Beautiful island girl by my side. Someone fetch me a coconut full of rum and then rub some oil on my shoulders, hmmm?
Ok. Here’s me getting into my jeans and going to work. Really. Any second now. Watch me go. That’s it.
Really this time. I mean it.
*sigh*
Still no sign of land. How long is it? That’s a rather personal question, sir. You stupid git. I meant how long has it been in the lifeboat? You’ve destroyed the atmosphere now. I’m sorry. Shut up. Start again. So the latest weather report says another week of the grim and gray. I think I’m […]
Still no sign of land. How long is it?
That’s a rather personal question, sir.
You stupid git. I meant how long has it been in the lifeboat? You’ve destroyed the atmosphere now.
I’m sorry.
Shut up. Start again.
So the latest weather report says another week of the grim and gray. I think I’m starting to develop gills (though not, you know, ones that look like cunts, like Kevin Costner had in Waterworld). I’m thinking I might trade my motorcycle on a jetski, while will be much more use if this rain goes on much longer.
Speaking of Waterworld, I’ve developed quite the huge crush on Tina Majorino, who’s currently in Big Love, and was also the love interest in Napoleon Dynamite (which is certainly the oddest movie I’ve seen in the last week). But it’s in Veronica Mars where she really gets me, as the blue-haired geek-girl Mac. I just think she’s too adorable for words. I only realized a couple days ago that she was the little-girl-with-the-map-on-her-back from Waterworld; I’ve been thinking where have I seen her for months, since I first watched Veronica Mars. I can understand why I’d forgotten this, Waterworld is a movie one tends to want to forget. But Tina can sit on my lap and call me daddy anytime.
This is turning into an entry on movies and teevee, so let’s go with it.
I can’t quite figure out Big Love; I like it, I like the people in it, and I like the setting, the day-to-day complications of a plural marriage, the somewhat obvious, yet clever, symbolism, such as the triple-mirror reflecting Bill Paxton as he gobbled viagra, or the cut from sex-scene to pop-up sprinkler. But I can’t quite figure out what the editorial point of view is on the whole thing; I can’t figure out if they even have one. This may become clearer with another couple episodes, I still have last week’s on my TiVo and we’ll get another tonight.
As noted above, I finally watched Napoleon Dynamite and I can’t quite figure out what the fuss was about. I know people who loved it, people who hated it. It’s a tiny, odd, and generally unremarkable film. I laughed at it, was vaguely amused, but if it hadn’t make such a splash of both positive and negative reactions, I don’t think it would stick in my head at all.
I had a dream about you last night, ChealseaGirl. I wish it has been something more salacious, but I remember you were wearing a halter top and driving a white convertible You were yummy, but alas, I awoke before I could get more than a hug and a stolen kiss.
I’m watching the third season of Buffy with my kids. My god, this show was good. I haven’t watched these early episodes since they were originally shown, and it just keeps impressing me. Cast, script, direction. Joss knows how to get the best out of everyone who works for him. It’s unfortunate that he let Buffy slide so far, the last two or three seasons. They were frankly terrible, hard to even watch aside from a few gems like the musical episode. But these first three seasons were spectacular, as good an arc as any teevee show, ever. Makes me desperately wish Joss would get another series going; Buffy, Angel, Firefly, all absolutely brilliant. C’mon, Joss, I got a million ideas, let’s talk.
Ok. I’m off to take my kids to see Ice Age 2. The first one was way funnier than expected, but I’m setting expectations low for this. I think I just want to see Scrat chase acorns.
Anyone else utterly sick of CGI movie previews? Ok, so I actually wind up liking the movies quite often (Hoodwinked was hysterical even though the animation kind of sucked, Madagascar was funny as long as the characters were not talking). And some of the new crop look ok (monster house). But I’m just sick of seeing CGI character after CGI character when I go see movies. It’s getting too damned easy to do mediocre CGI.
I want a fistfull of downers. I couldn’t talk my doc into giving me any purely recreational versed. I’m in the mood to get low, baby.
Is it forty days and forty nights yet? Pretty damned close. We’ve just set records for all-time wettest march here in sunny northern california and I’m wondering, here on this april fool’s day, if we’re getting the same sort of april. Because looking out the window I’m not seeing my sunny april weather. I’m not […]
Is it forty days and forty nights yet?
Pretty damned close. We’ve just set records for all-time wettest march here in sunny northern california and I’m wondering, here on this april fool’s day, if we’re getting the same sort of april. Because looking out the window I’m not seeing my sunny april weather. I’m not even thinking about taking the top off my jeep, which I usually start doing around this date.
It’s been grim and wet and depressing. people are looking pale and stressed and cold. We’re a delicate bunch, us californians, we need our sun and don’t manage well when the temp stays under sixty degrees for long.
I need sun. I need heat. I need to see a sky that’s another color than gray. I’m ready. C’mon, mutha-natcha, lay a little of ‘yer sunshine on me. Help a brutha out.
I’m feeling way more human than I have in a week and a half. I think I didn’t realize how sick I really was, I kept thinking I was just worn out. But I was worn out after not really doing anything. I wasn’t getting anything done at work, really, I wasn’t even feeling like writing, I was passing out on the couch soon as I turned the teevee on. I couldn’t drink because that hit me like a brick and knocked me down, one drink and gone.
Just Tired, I kept thinking, but it wasn’t that. It was my body tryin’ to say, shut the fuck down, stop fighting, rest. But you know me, I’m dumb as a fuckin’ rock, I Never. Fucking. Listen.
I’m not 100% yet. I know that. I’m five days in to a week-long course of anti-biotics and my doc said he expects to switch me to some other med on monday when I go back, to make sure we nail the secondary infections. But this is the first saturday in three weeks when I’ve felt like getting up and going out rather than just wanting to spend the entire day layin’ around like jabba the fuckin’ hut.
Not to put Jabba down, of course, I mean, if I had a floating yacht and a young carrie fisher in a chain-mail bikini, that’s be ok. But still, it’s nice to be thinking about what I feel like doing today rather than just wanting to crawl in a dark hole and brood.
Now, if the sun would just come out, we’d have something here. I guess I should go get my motorcycle outta mothballs, I haven’t been on it in two months, and it’s lookin’ lonely. I could use some open road, wide-open-throttle time.
I was talking to an old, old friend and trying to ‘splain blogging. I didn’t do that well, but I figured, I’l just show her. I was gonna direct her to my blog, but then I figured, no, wait, i need to start her off with a good blog so I went with Waiter Rant. […]
I was talking to an old, old friend and trying to ‘splain blogging.
I didn’t do that well, but I figured, I’l just show her. I was gonna direct her to my blog, but then I figured, no, wait, i need to start her off with a good blog so I went with Waiter Rant.
She then did me one better by following Waiter’s link to Steve, Don’t Eat It!, a feature of The Sneeze.
Holy christ, this is funny.
Okay, here we go– Pulling back the lid (not recommended) lets loose an odor that punches you in the nose like a stinky fist. If you’ve ever smelled a can of dog food, it’s just like that. Only imagine you are opening the can while your head is wedged in a horse’s ass.
While perusing the “Good Lord, NOOOO!” aisle of the supermarket, I came across the atrocity known as Dolores Brand Pickled Pork Rinds. These are not the crunchy pork rinds you’ll often see over by the chips. These are their grosser, soggier, potentially botulism-ier cousins.
The label says “Ready to Eat.” They left off “By Dumb-Asses.”
On home-made prison wine:
Through some miracle, it actually tasted nothing like it smelled. In fact, there was very little flavor other than sour, watery alcohol. It’s hard to believe this started out as a bag of fruit snacks and grape juice. Yet somehow these ingredients went from sweet and child-like to harsh and alcoholic quicker than Lindsay Lohan.
Oh my god, I’m gagging and laughing at the same time. I love this guy.
This rules:
I of course also own a pair of “L O V E – H A T E” motorcycle gloves, which I think you can’t get now, but which rule. But I’m gonna have to snap up these baby gloves, for, you know, whoever breeds next. B^)
(via boingboing)
A quick update – despite what people say, I’m not dead. in fact I’m feeling much better. I think I’ll go for a walk. I Feel Happy! Thanks to modern medicine (and visions of nubile slave girls), I’m startin’ to feel human again. I took some time off work and did pretty much nothing but […]
A quick update – despite what people say, I’m not dead. in fact I’m feeling much better. I think I’ll go for a walk. I Feel Happy!
Thanks to modern medicine (and visions of nubile slave girls), I’m startin’ to feel human again. I took some time off work and did pretty much nothing but watch travel channel and re-runs of House (Ok, and hack on Hiromi’s blog templates a little). I didn’t even really read much ’cause I finished that Chris Moore book a few days ago (Review to come but in short, it rules).
It’s been a long time since I’ve been sick like this, and I’m remembering now why people say just give the fuck into it and rest. I’m not so good as giving in, it turns out.
I wanna jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall I wanna holler but the joint’s too small Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu Well, I finally listened after several people said go to the doctor you stupid bastard. And you know, you people […]
I wanna jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall
I wanna holler but the joint’s too small
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Well, I finally listened after several people said go to the doctor you stupid bastard. And you know, you people love me more than I love myself, it’s true. Why won’t I listen?
Anyway, the diagnosis is that I have Walkin’ Pneumonia.
That’s as opposed to the on all fours barking like a dog kind, or the on my back with my legs in the air like a dead bug kind. So I guess that’s ok.
Doctor-man says that I’ve likely had this for like, a month or six weeks. Which explains why I’ve been feelin’ like sandy-assfuck without a kiss for the last three weeks. I only noticed it when it decided to move to also being some bronchitis with a side of sinus infection.
But now I have giant horse pills, an order to stay in bed for a couple days and be waited on by nubile slaves, and a chest x-ray with my nipple rings showing clearly as great big white circles. So I’ll be heading off to bed and doing my very best to do not a fuckin’ thing for at least two days.
(ok I made up the part about the nubile slave girls, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have them or that they would not make me better just that much faster)
Wow, that didn’t take long. I listed my kilt on ebay yesterday with a ‘buy it now’ price and it got snapped up already. Nice. I’m suddenly thinking, what *else* can I sell on ebay? (kids. I wonder how much kids would get)
Wow, that didn’t take long. I listed my kilt on ebay yesterday with a ‘buy it now’ price and it got snapped up already.
Nice. I’m suddenly thinking, what *else* can I sell on ebay?
(kids. I wonder how much kids would get)