Monday, May 04, 2015
Friday, May 01, 2015
Joke: A panda walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a rum and...
“Sure thing,” replies the bartender, “but why the big pause?”
The panda holds up his hands and says “I was born with them”.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
"A player on a streak has to respect the streak. You know why? Because they don't happen very often. If you believe you're playing well because your getting laid or because you're not getting laid or because you're wearing women's underwear, then you are!"
--Crash Davis, Bull Durham
Sorry for the lack of content, folks, but at least the reason isn't bad! It is, though, the usual one: I am concentrating on the book. PRINC3SSES IN SPAC3 (not the actual title) is really cooking along now, and like Crash says in the movie, I have to respect the streak. The book is almost done -- another couple weeks oughta do it -- and the momentum is real. This past weekend I took four days off from work and cranked out nearly 8000 words in the book's big action set-piece.
I'm not doing a hiatus or anything, but content will be sparse 'round here until this draft is DONE and I can let out a sigh of relief. Thanks for hanging in, and we'll catch you on the flip side!
Onward and upward! Zap! Pow!
Friday, April 24, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Getting hit in the face with a pie will always be funny
But then they show this video of a kid playing a game called "Pie Face" with his grandfather. It's a game of chance where, if you lose, a dollop of whipped cream about two inches in diameter gets plopped onto your nose.
That is about as much getting hit in the face with a pie as those post-game baseball celebrations where the "pie" is a towel shmeared with shaving cream.
This is a pie. Get it right, America!
In other news, it's entirely possible that I have issues, and all the writing I've been doing is getting to my brain....
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
This bar is located on a streetcorner very near the campus of Wartburg College. I spent a few nights there while attending that very school. I remember being there and trying to scramble out of the way of a fight that had just broken out; I remember the fine art of sneaking in when I was underage. You had to be 19 to get in, but if you timed it well, you could get in by just glomming onto a large group of people entering. They couldn't card 'em all, right? I remember playing a few performances with the jazz band in that bar, during which as an underage kid I learned the usefulness of the phrase, "I'm with the band." And I remember celebrating my roommate's 19th birthday -- or maybe it was his 20th? -- and at one point realizing that the girl I was sitting next to was kinda cute. That observation served me well, as six years and some change later I'd marry her.
Long live Joe's! (I wonder if they ever stopped serving wings with the tips still on? Always bugged me, as a right proper Buffalonian.)