Sophie and I have an uber-mouse. The mice came up from the basement/surrounding area this fall, and we put out traps. The first two days we killed two mice, but since then, we've had this one little fucker who is far too crafty for mere mouse traps.
He's bold, too-- he comes out into the open when we're sitting there, and looks at us like,... Read More
If this is truly a special forces mouse, the mouse to end all mouses, a mouse ninja, then perhaps he must be captures alive. Check this out:
Steve Smith's Humane Mousetrap.
I've never tried it, but it looks like it just might work. Then you could see if he (or she) wears a little black hood or night vision googles. Or not. Just watch out for the mouse-sized throwing stars.
I couldn't find a picture of the mob boss, but i always thought this guy was cute :
do you remember the halloween episode where they were in a haunted house and that red buddy lived there? i think bugs did his hair for him.
i've always wanted him to style my hair but i hear his prices are through the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, we don't need no wata let the motherfucka burn
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous... Read More
What's up homie?
Got a question...How do you do spoilers. I would ask the help dest, but they take too long to get back and when they do...well...I shouldn't say anything bad.
I'm tellin you right now...As my daughter gets older...I'm gonna be freekin out man!!! She's so dang cute right now, I'm gonna be in for some sleepless nights. Sleepless nights I tell you!!!!
She's alredy talking about boys and she's only 5 y/o. I remember one time when I was partying with some friends and one of the girls looks over at me and said..."If you were a girl would you be a slut?" I said "Hell Ya!!!" (tipical guy responce) Now I feel like this is all starting to come back to me. My daughter is so much like me in so many different ways it's almost scary. But so dang cool at the same time.
I'm trying so hard to give her lots of love and attention, and to instil good values. As a parent, we think we're not gonna make the same mistakes our parents made, and that could be true, we'll just make different ones unfortunately.
I got rid of my old friends for the same reason. Got tired of dealing with all the BS. I was raised with biker brothers who understand the "brotherhood". and when I was with my "gangsta" friends it was not like that at all. All they wanted to do was get drunk and fight each other. I thought that was so stupid. I couldn't comprehend that. After I excelled in every venture and scheme we got into and of course I was the oldest, tallest, and the only "white boy" in the crowd, the jealousy began to grow. Then one thing led to another, well you get the point. SinceI smartened up and left that scene, they've either been shot, or ended up in prison. I guess everything does happen for a reason after all.
I'm just glad to have at least one or two friends around here who understand and share the same loyalty we do. I'm glad I'm getting a chance to get to know you.
PS,
And I don't regret it for a second either!!!
Let me know if there's anything I can do for you!!
MAGE, 20 months old, and RIVER, almost 5, are sitting at the kitchen table with CK, 35. Several pieces of colored construction paper and markers are scattered on the surface.
Patience is indeed a virtue..but not so much for those who don't have the ultimate responsibility for the younglingss..how you been? I am busy taking my ease in Montreal, Kendoing 3 times a week and trying to plan my retirement...
When I lived in Los Angeles, I used to walk past this particular homeless guy every day-- he always sat on the landscaping at the side of a bank that I walked past on the way to work and to train (which was... Read More
The weather is starting to turn; Fall is coming. Here in Lawrence, Kansas, we've had a nice pattern; a crisp day or two sandwiched between several warm ones-- Kansas isn't sure which side of the seasonal slope it is on quite yet. Appropriately, I am writing this sitting on my porch,... Read More
I once told this actress that "film is forever." She had the hardest time getting mentally focused and prepared for her scenes. That was how I always felt about rehersals, but I couldn't understand how you didn't get amped when it was showtime; the take she was about to do might follow her for the rest of her... Read More
I am currently living in a three-day weekend of my own devising.
Jah and I are in love again; I've been predicting events before they happen the last two weeks. Luckily for everyone involved they have been extremely positive events, and in the instance of any difficulties or obstacles, the... Read More
Scary but true - an ex of mine would get seriously turned-on when I'd whisper Buffalo Bill-isms in her ear. Yeah, I date the most well-adjusted people I can find.
You must have been working with some stone-cold suckas if they didn't recognize Ted Levine. I bet that made the jokes that much better for you, though. It's always a little better when it's a private delight. It's just a little bit naughty that way.
I used to have a similar joke with an awesome waiter I worked with. He was the one great guy you have on every staff (you probably didn't meet that guy, cuz he would have been you) who actually takes the time to see if the kitchen needs anything. We, in turn, would always have his back. Civilized. Whenever he asked if we needed soda/iced tea from the bar, I'd say 'It brings me club soda and lime. It does this whenever it's told.' He'd do the same when he was waiting for a plate. 'It plates the tuna and seared endive. It does this whenever it's told.' We screamed 'You don't know what pain is!!' at eachother any chance we could get.
I suppose that makes the movie iconic for me, no?
I've only scratched the surface of the modern art page, but this kicks way too much ass.
You know what's fucking rad? Sweeping your kitchen floor with a vacuum. That is rad.
You know what else is fucking rad? Sophie. She is one of the kindest deepest people I've met, and she continually surprises me with her capacities and abilities. The last three months I've been a little . . . giddy . . . at finally finding someone to be... Read More
Yesterday afternoon, I was heading into the city so that the lovely Lesley might adjust my coiff. Lovely women. All kinds of fun, but that's not the story. The story's not even really the story but, rather, the inspiration.
So, I'm headed south on Sheridan, past Loyola University toward Lakeshore Drive. I'd noticed a late red, late 80s BMW 325 in my rearview. It had an American flag draped over the hood, and had been cucking and dodging through traffic behind me for some time. At a stoplight, I look back and catch the guy behind the seat - 50ish black guy w/ glasses - taking pulls from a bottle hidden in a brown paper bag (as was the fashion at the time).
Another stoplight, and another pull. This time, after he closes the bottle, he reaches into the backseat. Why I was paying such close attention to this guy, I'm not sure, but I'm glad I was. From the backseat, he retrieves a hat with a brim - think Run DMC. This hat isn't black, no sir. This hat is red, and it appears somewhat fuzzy. I knew I had to keep an eye on this fella.
As we're winding our way toward the drive, I find him just behind me, in the next lane. I can hear the car. Sounds good. He's played with it a little, and seems to have done a nice job. Good hat. Good car. Definitely gonna keep and eye on this one.
At the next light, he pulls up next to me and shouts in my window.
'Hey man - you've got a real Cobra. Thought it might have been a GT with bodywork. Nice ride. What've you got going in there?'
Car guy. I'm so in.
'Running close to 385 right now.' I said. 'What is that an '89 you've got? Sounds real nice.'
'Yeah, thanks. It's a '90 and I've got it at about 260.'
Car talk at a red light. Fine by me. As we're shouting back and forth - geekin' out like we're supposed to - I get a good look at the guy. Normal lookng guy, but he's rockin' the fuzzy red fedora and his glasses have bright green (tree frog) frames. I knew I was talkin to the fucking man. We hit the curve that serves as the on-ramp for Lakeshore Drive and we both immediately make for the left hand lanes. If you get a good jump at them, there's long, clear road ahead. We hit it, and we hit it pretty hard. We play tag back and forth for the few miles until I have to get off. The dude could drive make that car move. No question. He may have had a few in him, but he was driving nice and tight. My car's different. Less tight. A little louder and a little more evil that actually necessary.
So we're haulin' ass without being idiots about it. No boy-racer bullshit, just knockin out a good drive.
Cleansing.
I get off at North Ave, he speeds past. We honk and I get a thumbs-up returning it with the sign of the beast. I'm off to my haircut and he's off to wherever it is that 50-something car geek guys in red fedoras and bright green glasses go at 7pm.
Immediately, I thought about our knuckle chat. Then it came to me. I love it. I could never do it, but someone should.
Middle 3 fingers on right hand, both flats between knuckles. 4 fingers + thumb on left hand. 2 lines on fingers once again.
OLD PIMPS
DIE HARD
If I see the guy again, he's getting the work, and I'm pickin up the bill.
That Ice-T story reminded me of something other than him beig the fucking man. I caught something on HBO a while back (probably while I was sitting on my ass for a few months with pneumonia). Over the last few years, HBO has been running various inside looks at various nooks and crannies of the sex industry. They profiled SG at one point on Real Sex and also did a mind-numbing expose on transexual hookers in Honolulu. Anyhow, one of the specials that caught my eye and had me captivated from the word 'go' was their coverage of the Pimp of the Year competition. It took place in Chicago if I remember correctly. Aside from the truly, truly impressive wardrobes on display (green for the money, gold for the honeys), the show was hosted by none other than Ice-T. He was definitely decked out in his furry finest, spoting bling that put even the coldest pimp to shame.
Who could be better?
They should have called the competition 2nd Best Pimp of the Year.
I heard at some point within the last couple of years that Body Count can be booked for something around $800 plus transportation and lodging. I think Anthrax is in that price range these days as well. Long story short, I think I'm gonna kick off next summer with the godfather of all backyard bbqs.
Sounds like fun. If you have some spare time in the Bay you should give me a shout, but I'll understand if you're booked with such a quick stop. Vegas would be sweet either way.
I got all the music links you sent, thanks! I finally set up hosting on my domain so I can do the same thing now. Need to buy another domain name, though, since the current one is not particularly private
I'll be busy in the office until 4 or 5 PST, but after that no plans really. I'll probably want a small window before 7 to wish L luck at work... our schedules are almost exactly opposite. I get up at 6:30 and head to work, she gets up at 3-4pm, I get off work at 4-5pm, she goes to work at 7, and she gets off at about 6am. So our phone overlap time is pretty much limited to the 5-7pm window and the 6-7am window... haha it's absurd but whatever, we take it easy
I'll grab more music as soon as I have time, hopefully at lunch. Back to work...
do you remember the halloween episode where they were in a haunted house and that red buddy lived there? i think bugs did his hair for him. 
Steve Smith's Humane Mousetrap.
I've never tried it, but it looks like it just might work. Then you could see if he (or she) wears a little black hood or night vision googles. Or not. Just watch out for the mouse-sized throwing stars.