too oh oh fife

eye ick-cyst n a-nudda yee-ah den ya bee-natch-es.
da coo ting fo too-dubba-oh-fife?
foe-net-icks, foo!

Things to bring

If you are of a couple, please bring either a desert or appetizer for this evening's festivities. If you are coming as a single, your inability to provide yourself with a date is proof enough that you can't provide anything for this party. THIS ONE IS FOR EVERYBODY: Bring drinks. Drinks not just for yourself. Andy, I swear if you show with a 40 you will not be admitted. If you have some music that you feel is overly appropriate for the new year please bring it to share. Thanks for your cooperation.

-Jayson

On The Last Day of 2004

Even though Spin, Mojo, and GQ have given us fat-man portions of "best of..." lists, I'd like to add in my 2 cents while on a trip down memory lane:

Best Musical Moment:
*watching the moonrise in Bahia de Los Angeles while listening to Sigur Ros and sipping a frosty pacifico

Best Drive:
*Jan 2004, On tour driving through snowy vermont going north to the canadian tundra: entirely freezing, but pure and beautiful

Best Dodger Game:
*Even though I went to plenty, this memory sticks out: It was a sunny sunday afternoon and I was on Jesse's computer listening intently to the dodgers vs. giants game on the radio. Steve Finley steps up to the plate....grand slam, dodgers clinch the division and I swear you could hear a faint roar all over los angeles.

Best Concert:
*Andrew Bird at Largo. 1 man, a violin and some amazing whistling- if you don't know of him, check it out check it out check it out

Best Purchase:
*My Lincoln continental...oh wait, sorry that was the worst purchase ever. My Fender Strat gets the nod in this category, or my ibook

Best Meal:
*Steak and a bottle of wine at Les Halles in NYC. The wine was old, and the steak was bloody.

Best Drink/Location
*Anytime Matt gets pumpkin ale, anytime or place.

Best Movie
*Collateral, Eternal Sunshine, or Life Aquatic

Best New Character developed by Jesse
* Mr. Southern Belle: classy and sassy

Best Death
*Ken Caminiti

Well folks, That's my list for 2004- I encourage you to post your best of lists too.

Happy New Year,

andy

"Put Down Your Arms" or "You Look Like a Duck"

As requested by those who are not able to make it tonight, the New Year affirmation has been moved to next Saturday the 8th. This way our little Harbaugh friend, our friend with the Fancy Pants, and our friend with the Hatred of Smoke can all make it. Tonight will be a T.T. for those who still want to come.

"Brunch" or "A Midday Breakfast Type Meal That Also incorporates A Lunch-Time Feel"

Everyone is invited to mine and Lisa's digs on Saturday mid-morning for a small brunch. You don't need to do anything except show up. Except Andy. Andy, we're gonna need you to cook a bunch of food suitable for a brunch. Thanks.

And to the New Year...

I'd like to get a tentative count of who is in and who is out. Not that if you're undecided you're excluded but rather if you're a go, we'd like to assign specific items to your person. So far people that I've talked to include Captain Pants, The Long Beach Player, A Toasted Wookie, a certain squirrel and all his relatives, and the Swastika Painting jester of half-way days. They have all been informed of their roles for this Friday's festivities. Everyone else that is intending to come please comment so I can plan accordingly. Thanks for your cooperation and your willingness to give me 12 seconds* of your day.



*12 seconds will not be refunded at the party.

The Life Aquatic

Possibly my favorite movie of 2004... I don't really know where to begin with any sort of criticism that retains any sort of knowledge that Jesse or Matt or Drew could better fill in, so I will just give it a hearty recommendation. This movie had everything: I was honestly brought to tears and was laughing so hard it hurt. Roger Ebert can choke on Lola's missing tail for his lackluster review. I hope you're all doing well in this post-christmas, pre-new year week. Matt, you kick ass.

andy

Hellbent to impress or the virtual crotch

I've noticed everybody doing the double name thing. It looks so smart I thought I'd give it the old college try. It's like insta-intellect. I am Old Man Re-connected. I'll work on the content for next time.

Andy's got some 'splaining to do...

From a USA today article with Scarlett Johansson.

"Recently I read I was dating (Yankees shortstop) Derek Jeter. We were at a mutual friend's party, and no, we are not dating."

and, more importantly

"But there is someone who has been text-messaging Johansson throughout our late-night diner dinner, someone who has been making her blush and smile and inspiring her to send back a few punched-in responses of her own.

hmm....

so i'm at hard rock cafe...

yesterday in denver with robyn and her parents. i was comenting to robyn on the weirdness of hard rock cafe's. they seem to be filled with a bunch of crap... a whole wall deticated to seal, an alanis morrisette autographed sweater, regular not hard to find music posters, basic junk. every so often, however, tucked away neat in a dark corner, you run across an amazing gem or two that should be in a vault. denver did not disapoint. while walking up a flight of stairs to get to the restroom, i spied- just below a ticket to a mid-seventies moody blues concert- a photo of gram parsons. just to the left of the photo, opened to a page of his hand written lyrics of wild horses, love hurts, and other assorted ramblings, sat his personal journal and lyric book. it was pretty cool. i was quite excited.

song on at the moment: a fine romance, the dave brubeck quartet, brubeck time, itunes on random.

bob dylan chronicles...

i got chronicles for christmas. quite good. here is an honest passage...

"danny (daniel lanois) asked me who'd i'd been listening to recently, and i told him ice-t. he was surprised, but he shouldn't have been. a few years earlier, kurtis blow, a rapper from brooklyn who had a hit out called "the breaks," had asked me to be on one of his records and he familiarized me with that stuff, ice-t, public enemy, n.w.a., run-dmc. these guy definitely weren't standing around bullshitting. they were beating drums, tearing it up, hurling horses over cliffs. they were all poets and knew what was going on."

and...

"he asked me if i knew "blood on the saddle." i did know "blood on the saddle," a little bit of it, anyway but i knew "high noon" better. i thought about singing it and maybe if i was standing there with gary cooper, i would have. but wayne wasn't gary cooper. i don't know if he would have like that song. the duke was a massive figure. he looked like a heavy piece of hauled lumber, and it didn't seem like any man could stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

yeah. i was skeptical that bo would come off like a crazy loon, but damn if that man doesn't some up with a surprise here and there. a really great piece of reading if i do say so. i'd love to have coffee with him and listen to song robert johnson or jimmie rodgers or something sometime in some super cool world.

oh, and congrats to alan!!!!

jesse

...sorry, all out of crack today

Christmas has come and gone, but I must say possibly the greatest thing that has happened recently in this time of yule cheer is the eviction of our crack-fiend neighbors...hooray! No more late night abuse!! No more "bad deals"!! No more preteen cigarette smoking!! No more dogs with glaucoma!! No more DUI convicted bicycle antics!!

Anyway, My Christmas was good...I spent it in the sunshine wathing the Lakers vs. Heat game at downtown disney. Now I am sitting next to matt doin' some E-TCB- it's the wave of the future(E-Commerce+ Taking Care of Business). Well, I hope to see you all at some point this week. I just found out I work from 6am-noon on new years day which either means I'll be working drunk, or extremely hungover...I'm opting for the working drunk.

andy

A Call to Arms

We few, we hapy few. It is time again. As the New Year fixes its icy stare upon us, it is time for the brothers to unite on the mountain-top with words of encouragments and a drink from the bottle. Those of you who are in-town I hereby declare Thursday the 30th as our annual New Year's Reflection Night. Do not let the memory of the sweet Halfway be for naught. Join me and let our collective cheers be heard!

Eat my Shorts.

It's 6:53. I've been up for an hour and a half already. I've had my breakfast, listened to some good music, drank a pot of coffee, and found this great link that documents New Yorkers and what they listen to on their headphones/ eat for breakfast. What have you done today?

deep fried pheasant

merry christmas
i'm in washinton enjoying time with my family and all. the other night i got together with some friends from high school and enjoyed some deep friend pheasant that one had recently shot. good eatin!! the weather here is cold but not as cold as it was in phila, which was 9 with wind chill on monday. i think my walk to work was cut in half that day. i'm going to nyc for new years to see wilco/flaming lips at the garden. very excited. keith, these things are cool: champange, u2's new album, scarves and eating mussels. well, i'm taking over a week off right now and it's very good. i have started to read the brothers k now and have a good feeling about it. i got the beatles help for Christmas and seinfeld dvd's and the office dvd (w/special) and a scarf. pretty good deal if you ask me.

well, i hope everybody's doing good and happy holidays and all the best

brent

I am Gene Kelly

Lisa and I watched Singing in the Rain last night and it reminded me of my former (and now returning/current) non-homosexual infatuation with Gene Kelly. I would indeed go so far as to say that he is one of my idols. Any man who can tap dance one minute, give a silly one-liner the next, and follow both of those up with some graceful balet steps (while still retaining the epitome of manhood) is pretty damn cool in my book. The dude dances around with a pink background, and he still looks like he would buy me a beer after kicking my ass across town. Everybody needs to see this movie again. That is all for now.

eggers on python + dave cross

here's an interview with dave eggers about his feelings on monty python, plus him mention dave cross a bunch. check it out here, courtesy of the new yorker. and as an added bonus, here's eggers review of the off broadway show.

goulet!

this ones for you johnny!...
thought i would mention that you can buy any of a fine assortment of my christmas cards here.

web mirrors

how we see ourselves in others...
or how to understand and react to sarcasm/irony

i was doing my obligatory duties today {smoking, coffee, internet} and thinkging about the weird ways that people respond to things they see, mostly on the web or in print, that are sarcastic/ironic. removed from a context of direct human interaction, people really tend to flip out over obviously farsical statements, or puported agendas. i submit a couple of examples for your consideration.

black people love us!

here's an excerpt:

Hi! I'm Sally, and I'm Johnny
Welcome to our website:
Black People Love Us!

We are well-liked by Black people so we're psyched (since lots of Black people don't like lots of White people)!! We thought it'd be cool to honor our exceptional status with a ROCKIN' domain name and a killer website!!

you can read more here

to really get at the heart of what i am talking about (people freaking out etc.) check out the section of letters that people have emailed to the site.

icy hot stuntaz!

then of course you have these guys. who hasn't seen em by now. but the main focus for our topic is the stuff people post about them. check it all out here in their "hataz" section

so to sum up, it's gotten me thinking about something that someone once said to me

crappy proverb and what it means in 3...2...1
the things that we dislike the most in others, are the parts of ourselves that we dilike the most as well.

so if you hate the white kids for trying to be black... maybe you hate yourself for trying to be black too.

please reply thoughtfully with your impressions

I rule.

Earlier tonight I competed in an official NRA licensed shooting competition. I almost didn't suck.
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It was 3 the other day. Degrees.
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I got a jacket the other day. It’s kazmir. I didn’t get as good of deal as the Devil Rays though.
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I went into Bath and Body Works today. That’s probably the shittiest store in the universe. It f-ing sucks. What a crap hole.
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Well, I guess it’s not that bad.
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Actually, that cucumber/melon skin lotion seemed to really open up my pores. I mean, it would have had I been within 20 feet of that stinking feces.
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Movies I want to see right now (I would have to drive a long ways to see most of these. LA is blessed.):
Million Dollar Baby, The Life Aquatic, The Aviator, Ocean’s 12, Beyond the Sea, Finding Neverland, A Very Long Engagement, Ray, House of Flying Daggers, Meet the Fockers.

Anybody seen any of these? Comments? The initial word on Wes Anderson’s latest isn’t very comforting. I’ve taken a pass on the last two Coen Brother efforts. I hope that’s not the case with Steve Zissou.
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I eat too many m&m’s.
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I was in an elevator today with my 10-year-old cousin Margaret. A button started flashing and we heard a voice say "Kevin?"
"Hello?" I said.
"Is Kevin there?" the voice said.
"No." Margaret said.
"Is this 269-345-2465?"
Margaret started laughing.
"I think you have the wrong number." I said.
"We’re on an elevator." Margaret said,
Well put.
"Good bye" I said.
And we got off the elevator.

Coming to a Long Beach near you...

One and all, my wife and I would like to throw a New Year's Party at our place. It is, however, imperative that we have bodies to make it a party true. You all, registered members and the peepers, are invited to attend said party. Information will follow in the next few days. If there is something else going on that I'm not aware of please let me know. Unless I'm not invited, that would make it awkward. So if there's something going on that I'm not invited to just don't respond at all and I'll get the hint. Otherwise it will be your standard get together "Halfway Style". There will however be a minor twist to this get together. We will be having music intentionally. The artists have yet to be announced but they will hopefully include a drunk, or sober, certain squirrel along with many special guests. Responses are encouraged.

-Jayson

Question:

What is cool? What is hip? I've lost touch. These last few months, I've felt like an outside/observer, an alien watching this strange culture fly by. I am Old Man Disconnected. From hospitals, to Full time Office employment, with an engagement bridging the gap , I've found myself and lost my friends. Who are you people? Perhaps I just miss my Buddies. Chicks are great but there's no substitute for my halfway homies.
Much Love Everybody
But seriously what is cool these days?

Valuable Story

Hey Guys, This is a good story about a Seattle Mariners pitcher that I used to follow while I was growing up. I was encouraged to read that he never went the way of the '86 Mets.

Miller

we gots an apartment....

and nothing but warm bodies to fill it
I need a fridge. Any one got one?

For Christian Bong Loaders

It seems that what we all know you can do with The Dark of the Moon and The Wizard of Oz(start Floyd on the third roar of the MGM Lion), you can do with Wilco's A Ghost is Born and The Passion of the Christ.

Directions:
Sync up Wilco CD with movie at 00:01 on the CD and the movie at chapter one, with the screen showing the Icon Productions symbol.

Here's what should happen (according to GQ's David Walters)

5 minutes 53 seconds - The song "Hell Is Chrome" begins on A Ghost Is Born. The song's first lines are When the Devil came / He was not red / He was chrome... At this precise moment in The Passion, Satan appears for the first time (and he's not red).

10:35 - Judas betrays Jesus with a kiss in The Passion. Moments later, Wilco's Jeff Tweedy sings the lyric Why can't they wish their kisses good?

18:40 - When a sympathetic Roman guard asks about Jesus' arrest, Tweedy sings There's no blood on my hands / I just do as I'm told.

52:44 - The extended beating scene in The Passion and Wilco's fifteen minute "Less Than You Think" coincide perfectly.

1:13:58 - After Palm Sunday flashback in which Jesus is greeted warmly, Tweedy sings I was welcomed / With open arms / I received so much help in every way / I felt no fear (at this point in the film, the CD is repeating).

1:49:51 - Tweedy's lyric I will always die / So you can remember me (on the song Company In My Back) occurs exactly when Mary asks Jesus to let her die with him.

1:53:08 - The earthquake that begins when Jesus finally dies in The Passion starts right when Tweedy screams on the song "I'm A Wheel".

1:56:01 - When Jesus is taken down from the cross and cradled by his supporters, Wilco plays "Theologians" and Tweedy sings ominously, No one's ever gonna take my life from me / I lay it down / A ghost is born.

An Official Welcome to the Ghosts in Our Machine

On Cyber Spies and the Sneaky Things That They Do

Gentlemen, we are not alone.

It seems in recent weeks that a couple of spies have been in our midst. These spies are not your run of the mill spies, you know what I mean, glorified peeping toms and the like. These spies are the real deal; they've got equipment, and they listen to their neighbors with special listening devices. These spies listen to their neighbors make love. With women.

On Informants, and How to Use Them

Luckily you all have me, and I have an informant. Using my state of the art listening skills, I gleaned some choice information from an informant of mine (who will remain nameless), who we'll just call Heather Teel, a.k.a. "Auntie Ha Ha." HTAKAAHH let me know that our porch movements were being monitered by this crack spy duo, and that we ought to watch our step. Well, if there is one thing that people who know me know about me, it's that I can't be intimidated, at all. So when I heard about the spies, I knew that watching my step was the last thing to do. Like our President, I was going to have to kick some ass. And so I did.

On Coaxing

Basically, I knew, and they didn't know that I knew, and I knew that too. Basically, I walked into that party last night with one thing on my mind -- entrapment. I would trick the spies into revealing some intimate knowledge they could have only received by spying on the porch. Something having to do with periods, or maybe, no, actually, periods would be just perfect.

On Periods

I am on my period right now.

On Getting My Kicks

The shorts of the story is that they fessed up. They knew they were playing with fire.

And so, I'd like to officially welcome Emily and Micah McGraw to the virtual porch, and encourage them to post from time to time, if the Spirit leads. We like you, and you don't have to spy any more. Or you can, if you really want to. But know this: now we know you're here...

On the Hit Late-Nineties Thriller "I Know What You Did Last Summer" (The Original, Not the Sequel(s)) and How it has Shaped Who I Have Become, and, Possibly, Who I May Someday Be

Personally, I think that movie kicks ass. Especially Ryan Phillipe kickboxing. Oh man he's tough.

On the Christmas Party

Matt and Lisa, great job on the party. That was the first time I'd been to your place; I really like it.

Based on my observation at the party, some people are worthy of recognition for outstanding achievement:

Fastest Time Riding the Bike around the Block while Buzzed: Matt Bethancourt
Best choice in Whiskey: Matt Bethancourt (Boone)
The Dancing Machine of the Night: Drew
Most Stylish Dancing: Tisa

Merry Christmas Everyone

The babes are de-lish in South West Mich.

I'm back in The Colon. I get to see snow for X-Mas.

Commuter Matt, I've been listening to the CD you gave me while I'm back here in SW Mich. Good vibes.

I'll be back in SoCa by the 9th of Jan. Let's Party. The 14th? Uncle Carlo and I will be there.

Remember this Guy?

I just ran across this website. I want to see him perform again.

Contents of my body: 75% coffee, 25% other

Well, I'm back from a shift at starbucks shaking from caffeine yet strangely enjoying it. I think a lot of enjoyment comes from the mass quantities of free things that seem to be collecting in the cupboard(or cubburd if you're in to phoenetics). Anyway, like keith I to am bored and feel a need to share that with you all. As if anyone hasn't already come to the conclusion that Whittier is indeed a strange place I'll give you my "Top Five Reasons Whittier is a Strange Place" list
5. There is a college in Whittier yet the students mysteriously live underground
4. Whittier is known for an ex criminal/president and a massive cemetery.
3. Butterfly Jungle
2. Our Neighbors make, sell, and consume crack.
1. A "pedophile" was attacked(violently) in starbucks with a baseball bat last week. The bat was aluminum and the blood was plentiful.
So in conclusion...Drew, when are you going to take back your damn cat? She's terrible.
And if anyone is going to be in the armpit of california this sunday(Visalia) The Red West is having a show. Hope you're all well.

andy

nothing interesting, just killing time

Work started at 8:00. It's 9:30 and I've got nothing left to do. Being the new guy sucks. For those who don't know I've got one of them office type jobs, cubicle an everything. I sure it won't be bad once I'm in the swing, but its taking awhile to get there. I'm working with a program that isn't up and running yet. Until then I just wait around for them to tell what I can do next, usually little things to help somebody else out. But I'm making the Big Bucks and I just got me and Karen an apartment. So for the next month I'll be spending my nights in an unfurnished apartment. We get it on the 20th of Dec. Come on by and bring a chair. 1st and Mira Mar, LBC.
I've got this other window open to a spread sheet I've already finished. I click to it really fast when ever somebody walks by and pretend like I'm really busy. Kinda funny cause everybody knows I've got nothing to do, but for some reason I don't won't to be caught "wasting time on the internet". Looks like it's gonna be a long day.

doug fir

so i was just doing some research for a post on my blog about my new christmas tree. i got a nice nine foot doug fir and i was wanting to maybe post some stuff about doug fir. so i did a google search trying to find something and i clicked on the first link. all it said was 'doug fir'

turns out its a fantastic looking bar/lounge in portland. the design kicks ass! this is along the lines of what i would want my house to look like. you can check out the photo gallery here.

my goodness...

why did it take me so damn long to discover david bowie?! i've got a playlist for the script i'm working on (mood music if you will) and damn gina- if you can't find the electricity in Oh! You Pretty Things and Starman, you my friend are cursed. If you don't already own them- go out and buy Hunky Dory and Ziggy Stardust now. If you've got any money left, a purchase of Electric Warrior by the t-rex should be in order. Good music, new music is fun, back to writing. Thelonious is on the itunes presently.

Andy's going to be pissed.

ScoJo's been romantically linked to a little someone special. Did someone say Derek Jeter? Yes. I did.

Children

It came to my attention this weekend that our good friend Drew loves Children (or as I will hereafter refer to them "chillins") I think this has a good deal to do with the fact that they 1) have little heads with huge doe-eyes 2) have never smoked 3) because of the afore-mentioned number 2, will not be in hell like the rest of us.

All this to say, I just got off a half day teaching (or, as the case may be, not teaching) three 11 year-old chilliins how to read a book about dinosaurs. It's hard to imagine those same doe eyes growing up to be so full of spite. I feel like that's a line from a Seal or Jacko song. I'm gonna take a nap.

Matt

I'm in

I'm in, as I said above, just in case you didn't get it, I'll Say it again. I'm in. I played indoor soccer tonight. I can't move. 2 games back to back. It's been five minutes since I started this post. Even my fingers hurt. I'm going to bed. Can't type. PAIN. It feels good to be apart of the porch agian. Good Times, Good Times!

Hello Friends and the Internets

I just got a WiFi card and I'm back online.

first things first

eventually when i move back up to the great north west, there are a couple of things that i want to do including building a house, fishing a lot, and learning to fly a plane. but first and foremost, is to finally become a member of a world recognized leader in it's field. so if i end up in portland I'll join these guys, but if i end up in seattle area, it will be with these guys. and because i would be able to choose, this is what my uniform would look like

I've got a fever...

...and the only perscription is more cowbell!

A message from the president

"I'll use this weapon on that devil horse if I have to."

usb powered ashtray

so somebody finally made an ashtray usable next to your compy. sucks in your smokey air, spits out fresher-air. funny. anyway this post says it better.

ps. sorry drew. don't read this post, or view image

To Whom It May Concern

And I hope you are concerned. I mean, really.

On Monday, December 13, The Believer (a magazine of McSweeny's) will be hosting a party at the Mountain Bar in Chinatown, LA, in honor of their new issue, which includes a free DVD featuring short films on spotlights on LA artists. (Really! Spotlights! Hot, bright lights on sweaty artists! Just think about that!) The DVD will be screened throughout the night, the Mountain Bar will be offering a free Believer-themed alcoholic beverage (whatever that could be), and there should be fun to be had by all. It starts around 8 pm.

Side note: The Gold Line (which runs right by my house) has a stop in Chinatown, so anyone who might want to take the train with Amanda and me and beat the serious lack of parking in Chinatown is more than welcome to meet at my house any time after 5 pm.

Everyone should go. The Mountain Bar is cool as artsy bars go. I mean, it's no Duffy's, but it will do. If you are planning on meeting at the house let me know, either by porch or by phone ((626) 405-8023)). Go!

wesfalia concept

man, this thing kicks some ass
here's a link to a concept redesign to update the gloyd mobile. this thing has some solar panels, huge awnings, and tons of hipness. the bottom of the page linked has a tab for english, unless you can read french. oh yeah, check out the quicktime video too. awesome!

wreck the halls

so it's getting closer and closer everyday. people are beginning to hang their stockings with care, dream of sugarplums and faeries, and shop till they drop. but what it really comes down to at this most important time of year is getting really really hammered. here's a great article that will indulge your every fantasy of winter time spirits. bless us all, every one!

one of my favorite seasonal of all time was the double black stout from redhook. they don't make it anymore, but i really wish they would.(oh yeah, check out the label towards the bottom, now you know why i like it!) anyway kids, cheers to you and yours!

Regarding Friday

Hello everybody, I know that I spoke to some of you about seeing Jon Brion Friday night for Jen's birthday. This plan has changed and it is now a girl's night out. I would love to do it again sometime with all of us. Thanks for wanting to be a part, we'll make it happen soon.

-Jayson

don't make it cry

first you have to believe, then you can tithe. but don't make it cry... miller

"Where's, Phateo? We want to party!"

Please don't watch this.

This is not funny. At all. Not one bit. I don't know how one could find humor in it.

Proof

Watch at night with lights off.

jesse has never stopped at daunch

fo' the dankest, not jankyest linguistic update, check out this link from the slinginest linguists over at the ny times magazine... ya heard? now i gots to get crunked!

Dodger/Tiger Connection

Former Tiger hit with damage award; appeal planned

By Pam Easton / Associated Press

HOUSTON -- Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher Jose Lima could have to pay a woman who claims she contracted genital herpes from him as much as $950,000, the woman's attorney said Thursday.

detnews.com article

Worth it's weight in nuts?

A sight of scoiological and, in many ways, religious import. Weigh in your thoughts on this.

It's Christmas time.

Big decision. Gingerbread latte or peppermint mocha. venti, of course. Any favorites of starbucks seasonal selections? I spent all afternoon in the 'Bucks and had a venti gingy, but it was like sample day because they gave me all these delectable pastries and 4 christmas blends and a tall pepermint mocha. Foe fwee! Cheers to them.
o’brien, do you still wish the place would perish in the pit of hell? Andy, are you are alive? And if so are you sick of starbucks yet??

Also

Darren and I have a site where we play funny games and respond to each other's posts. It's kind of gettings started now. axlrosaparks.blogspot.com

Matt

Hey Guys

I got a new blog up. I cancelled the last one. This one is going to be better. I posted my first short story in two years. It sucks, but take a look at it anyway. I mean we all spend time doing things that suck. So make it a priority to read my short story as one of the things you will do that sucks. I promise funnier things in the future. This one is lovesick shit. But we all gotta move on from women at one time or another (that could be taken a number of ways). I'm officially declaring myself a-sexual.

A few notes. Keith congratulations on being completely clean. Jesse, maybe you can get back at the neighbors by stealing some of their drugs. Darren, you gotta get back down here. O'Brien, it's been a while since I've seen you. Let's do something about that. Oh, and a big thank you to everyone at the Bayou for letting me hang out here and do school work. it's been great to see all of you regularly.

Peace,
Miller

oh yeah. the new blog address is puzzlengruzzle.blogspot.com

WHO warns of deaths, maybe a billion

so we're in some deep shit here folks, bird shit to be exact. if the bird flu virus H5N1 begins to cross over to humans in more significant numbers, and then becomes contagious from person to person, we're all going to die. The International Herald Tribune has a really good round up in this article about what people think could happen. so far there is 70%+ death rate for anyone that becomes infected.

so the moral of the story is to wash your hands.

hi.

i haven't posted on here in a while, so i thought i'd drop a quick note. robyn and myself plan on going to new york for our honeymoon. it should be loads of fun. brent- we may drop by your pad on the fourth of july. it should be a blast. i'm teaching. it's mellow. hope you all are doing well.

jesse