for the sake of increased traffic i must continue to blog daily. the blogs shall not be substantive. rather i will cram random phrases (such as 'tijuana brass' and 'pleural effusion' and 'donger') into each blog entry, and see if anyone searches for those keywords (thank you, google analytics).
cabbage patch kids salad master blaster megaman ultraman mighty morphin power mice from mars the new adventures.
is california still burning or did they get that shit stopped? i just realized that i was hearing about that all the time, and now nothing, so i assume that the issue resolved somehow.
reading: tekkon kinkreet
listening: one word extinguisher by prefuse 73
drinking: sam adams boston lager, springbank cask-strength single malt
watching: whatevers on network tv.
drawing: the same suburban porch scene, over and over and over again.
ps. is it me or is christmas going to be here soon? well shit.
Wednesday
Tuesday
blood-sucker and the tangents
awhile back i was showing people my copy of 'the frank book', a collection of mind-altering jim woodring comics. jim woodring has a blog and i may have already plugged it here, but i just wanted to plug it again.
the woodring monitor.
most recently he's posted some really nifty sketches out of his moleskin.
lillith's lair (springfield's nasty porno den) has all novelty items and glassware at half off currently, incase you are interested in a fake booger or a fart whistle @ half the normal retail of a fart whistle. there IS something about fake dog doo that really fits in with the mood of lillith's lair. incase you wondered, i didn't just wander into the shop; i was goaded into visiting by a friend who works there.
what else? no post monday because the hospital has switched firewalls--i am busy browsing sites i couldn't just the other day. hoorays! i mean no. no, im not squandering any company time on anything, for the record. categorical denial.
woosh!!
one last thing-the liquor warhouse here in bolivar has started carrying 'fort collins brewing' products. so far ive tried the ipa, pomegranate wheat, and chocolate stout, and all seemed solid. hooray for beer!
does anyone know where i can get genesse cream ale?
the woodring monitor.
most recently he's posted some really nifty sketches out of his moleskin.
lillith's lair (springfield's nasty porno den) has all novelty items and glassware at half off currently, incase you are interested in a fake booger or a fart whistle @ half the normal retail of a fart whistle. there IS something about fake dog doo that really fits in with the mood of lillith's lair. incase you wondered, i didn't just wander into the shop; i was goaded into visiting by a friend who works there.
what else? no post monday because the hospital has switched firewalls--i am busy browsing sites i couldn't just the other day. hoorays! i mean no. no, im not squandering any company time on anything, for the record. categorical denial.
woosh!!
one last thing-the liquor warhouse here in bolivar has started carrying 'fort collins brewing' products. so far ive tried the ipa, pomegranate wheat, and chocolate stout, and all seemed solid. hooray for beer!
does anyone know where i can get genesse cream ale?
Friday
here come the esb
november is here and the leaves are finally turning, but more importantly, november is a very special time for wes's beer consumption. how's that? well, you see, schlafly makes this beer that i love, absolutely love, and november is when it becomes available. and this lovely beer's name is schlafly winter ESB (extra-special bitter).
its available november thru january and it is superb. its only the 2nd of november but im telling you, brown derby had better have this in stock this evening. i will be there and i will be looking, and I WILL have my winter ESB.
this is my house. this is my house.
its available november thru january and it is superb. its only the 2nd of november but im telling you, brown derby had better have this in stock this evening. i will be there and i will be looking, and I WILL have my winter ESB.
this is my house. this is my house.
Thursday
post halloween
well i was a bearded lady and i was drunk. i had massive hairy cleavage and porsche said i was way too comfortable in the dress. jordan and kyra turned out in army gear instead of the previously mentioned tarzan/jane matchup, and we did a little trick or treating.
i mentioned yesterday, that i wasn't the biggest fan of trick-or-treating adults. i can even understand a costume party much better than being older than 15 and still going door-to-door. so what hacks me off about that, is for all the dragging me into trick or treating, everyone else was like hiding behind my ass on the porch. fucking get up there if you were the ones that wanted to do this shit, jesus! i think porsche's bro just wanted to grab-ass in the dark. i hate that kind of thing, where its like 'oooo lets go do this' and no one really seemed like they wanted to after we fucking got out there. if i am 25 and not into halloween, and you are like what, 17? and on sports team, you DO NOT GET TO SAY "my feet hurt". what the fuck ever. i do more walking in my morning routine at work.
if im doing something that ive committed to in a costumey-way, then i expect to do that thing for more than 15 minutes.
i dropped my wallet in the middle of a random neighborhood in springfield, in the middle of the night. that jordan/kyra found it maybe 2 minutes after i realized it had dropped out of my dress, was nothing short of a miracle, and i thank them for that. that was awesome.
i was a pretty pretty princess.
actually i kept telling people that i had gone as princess diana. which is great because it was just hairy bearded wes in drag with a tiara.
all in all it was good times, and i did get complimented by the clerk at brown derby. happy halloweener!
i mentioned yesterday, that i wasn't the biggest fan of trick-or-treating adults. i can even understand a costume party much better than being older than 15 and still going door-to-door. so what hacks me off about that, is for all the dragging me into trick or treating, everyone else was like hiding behind my ass on the porch. fucking get up there if you were the ones that wanted to do this shit, jesus! i think porsche's bro just wanted to grab-ass in the dark. i hate that kind of thing, where its like 'oooo lets go do this' and no one really seemed like they wanted to after we fucking got out there. if i am 25 and not into halloween, and you are like what, 17? and on sports team, you DO NOT GET TO SAY "my feet hurt". what the fuck ever. i do more walking in my morning routine at work.
if im doing something that ive committed to in a costumey-way, then i expect to do that thing for more than 15 minutes.
i dropped my wallet in the middle of a random neighborhood in springfield, in the middle of the night. that jordan/kyra found it maybe 2 minutes after i realized it had dropped out of my dress, was nothing short of a miracle, and i thank them for that. that was awesome.
i was a pretty pretty princess.
actually i kept telling people that i had gone as princess diana. which is great because it was just hairy bearded wes in drag with a tiara.
all in all it was good times, and i did get complimented by the clerk at brown derby. happy halloweener!
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