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(...courtesy of sweet ass)
Anyone care to take a guess...??
Here's a hint:
It's something I do nearly everyday of my life (but never get props for doing it).
It has nothing to do with Italian food.
...and it rhymes with Sife Lavor.
Winter has a strange way of affecting me. The freezing cold air, blistering wind, and solemn darkness have a way of making a man a little bit crazy. …and tonight I lost a bit of my sanity as I tediously ran up and down 2nd street, for no apparent reason... over, and over, and over...
here's a sampler from turkey day in Encinitas:
more pics and stories to come!
... 28 and gettin' better every minute.
did you miss my birthday last week?? YOU SUCK! ...that's OK, make up birthday wishes are just as good.
here's to old friends and new...
Shot down by a conformists view of what Thanksgiving ought to be, my idea of serving cute little individual Cornish hens, stuffed with crab, wrapped in bacon, and drizzled with buttery rosemary pepper sauce was apparently waaaaaaaay too risqué for the masses to deal with.
Pussies.
…jim
... to ME!!
Stuck late at the trailer tonight, dinner will consist of the only edible items left over in the fridge:
A dozen brussel sprouts (doused with Tapatio)
A small handful of Doritos
…and some potato salad.
yuk.
Now with more potatoes??
WTF was in it before?!?!
It’s about proving that I’m always right.
After a long night of nakedly tossing and turning on a half-blown air mattress (sorry Lisa, you'll probably want to wash those sheets) I set off to Bagelmania in Huntington Beach this morning… first and foremost for a great pumpkin bagel, and an absolute crap cup of coffee; and secondly, to prove a point.
Ham comes from the rear leg of the pork carcass. Canadian bacon comes from the loin, an area that originates from just behind the shoulder and travels along the backbone to the hip region. Regular bacon comes from the belly. Ham – REAL HAM, not Canadian bacon – comes from the lower portion of the front leg.All cuts are cured.
But only ham is HAM.
Most importantly, Canadian bacon is not ham.
…and Bagelmania does not offer ham on any of their breakfast bagel sandwiches (they only offer sausage or Canadian bacon).
To the two (and you know who you area) who contested my rightness: All admissions of remorse and requests for forgiveness (… it’s not about being wrong, it’s about doubting me in the first place) should be presented in person, wrapped tightly with a bow, and have a pecuniary value compensable to the distress you have caused me.
…and please, let’s not ever doubt me again, mmm k?
For all you hipsters out there who think carrying around a Post-it note list of things to do is totally lame… I’m with ya.
But now, through Technology (that’s right, it’s a thing, not a concept), we can finally geek-out and explore our inner obsessive compulsions in making lists - about lists - upon lists - of all the stupid useless shit we’ve gotta get done… all without living in fear of being judged by those around us.
Check it out: RememberTheMilk
Best part (in my eyes)... it fits like a glove on my Google Homepage… and hopfully (soon to be verified) on my new cell.
(props to the shugs for making the recommendation, but mostly for being a way bigger geek than I when it comes to internet geek stuff.)
I’ll tell you…
Great Sundays are composed of all things nice, including sugar and spice. The obvious aside, great Sundays must also contain an inappropriate amount of caffeine (4 cups at least), eggs so runny that they should be served in a bowl, Banana-Chocolate pancakes as appetizers, and of course… good friends:
Sometimes, a post-feasting stroll through an adult novelty superstore in a predominantly gay neighborhood is needed… you know, to put everything into perspective.
(not pictured)
(Adam was a bit out of control)
10.29.06
Café on Park
Hillcrest, CA
Me Gusta un Tinto De Verano
Got a call tonight.
It was from C. Baggly.
I don’t know a C. Baggly.
Wait a minute, that name sounds kinda familiar.
C. Baggly you say?
Turns out C. Baggly was the guy to whom I sold my car…
…way back in April of ’06.
Yeah, so what’s up ‘Baggs?
You what?
You put your alarm clicker through the wash and now you can’t get into or start you car?... and your first instinct was to call the guy that sold you that great car (at a stellar price, I might add), instead of consulting the volumes, and volumes , and volumes of manuals I tediously went through with you when I sold you the car?
Idiot.
…so, I talked him through it.
I got C. Baggly back into his car.
Free of charge.
This time.
This one’s on me ‘Baggs, I told him.
I’m pretty sure I'm the nicest guy alive.
This year’s Halloween celebration was grand. …and I don’t use the word grand often, so that tells you it really must have been swell.
So, what could have been so special about a Halloween that fell on a Tuesday night??
Well… instead of boozing it up and running around town like a bunch of idiots, (which has been known to happen from time to time, to time to time) the girls decided to instead host a benefit to help raise awareness and money for breast cancer research. Good job girls! That sure was mighty grand of you! ...and, being that it just so happened to land on Halloween, it, of course, was a costume party! Check out a few of the pics from Tuesday night's gala:
Sonja - getting ready to save some boobies! The MC has always gotta look her best. (Check out the rad red eyes, I bet she paid extra for those...)
Meet Lana everyone… I just did. One of the many, many perks of living with Sonja… is that there is always plenty of good wine in the house. Oh yeah, and pretty girls stopping by. =)
(2 of) The Girls
Can you find the tough guy in this picture? It’s like playing Where’s Waldo with Adam. All the time. OK, that one was easy, but this one wont be: Name the one thing Adam is wearing, but isn’t pictured. Here’s a hint, it rhymes with 50-push-ups-in-the-bathroom. OK, go…
Ahh yes, Sara (no H). aka: Full time fun girl. She came as a bottle of bubbly, which, if you’ve ever had the pleasure, is pretty much exactly what she is!!! (…a headache waiting to happen for sure) haha!… just kidding doll.
Finally! We reach the King of the evening… ME! And as always, arriving (“fashionably”) late, wearing a last minute costume. No, your eyes are not deceiving you… if you guessed that I am wearing a rug, you’re right.
Raffle prizes too? Sweet!
Sara (no H) would definately agree...
- 1 king’s hat - $19.98
- 1 piece of bling, fit for a king - $6.99
- 1 pretty girl to talk to - $8/drink
- being the only person in the history of any breast cancer research benefit (ever) to (successfully) pull off wearing a rug – you just can't put a price on that shit.
Did I forget to mention the tights?...
pics from Yogi's
Cardiff by the Sea, CA
tonight, adam made dinner.
it's a special occasion when the limey cooks, because, well... if it's not cajun (burned) ribs, it's not anything. (usually).
but tonight he showed his prowessness in the kitchen when he turned a can of baked beans and a couple of slices of bread into a hearty meal.
2 slices of toast, covered with a heap of beans and topped with a couple of thinly sliced pieces of dubliner and black pepper.
HP sauce for the Rosbif.
Tapatio para mi.
(no pictures available. truth be told, i wasn't able to get the camera out fast enough. momma didnt' raise no fool... i know better than to let the beans get cold.)
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on a side note, i couldn't help but ponder the irony in how tonight's dinner for the both of us probably cost less than $2, and yet, i wont bat an eye at a $30 dinner, or even give it a second thought when dinner for two reaches $100.