So Joel always talks about the fucking scene he is going to write entitled "A Few Good Ideas." So I stole his shit. Word. He never shuts up about that scene though. Hey Joel, shut up about your scene. Okay, now, Word ( Read more... )

On St Nicholas Eve, December 5th, a boat sails into Amsterdam carrying St Nicholas and his servant Black Peter. Good children get presents, but Black Peter chases the bad ones with his stick! Santa Claus comes from Sankt Klaus, which was the Dutch name for St Nicholas.

Thursday. A day of opportunity! A day of love! Lovely day Thursday, if I don't say, which I do say, of course, seeing as to what I've said! Mexico. O Mexico how do I love thee? Let me count the ways ( Read more... )

Sometimes people just have an urge to speak their minds, and its perfectly understandable. What's a bit crude is labeling people. It's silly even for those who know who they're labeling, can you even fathom how fruitless and negligent it could be for those who do not? But humanity is strange in their games and style. These cats have some fucking ( Read more... )

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb ( Read more... )

A couple of days ago nicknames were formally attached before the surnames of the following: Jennifer, Efrem, Mack and myself.

This is how it went down:

Jennifer "Calves" Rowe

Efrem "Dry Clean Only" Calvin(calgin, colgen?)

Mackenzie "Waste of Time" Leighton

Danielle "Where's the Orgy?" McAdams

...ummmmm...that shit's whack!

Why did it go down ( Read more... )

So I went to Balboa Park yesterday, armed with a couple free passes to the Natural History Museum. However, because of Pokez' laughable service Fay and I weren't able to make it to the museum in time. So we decide to get our portraits drawn by a precious old man who's advertisement was "Portraits, donations only" which he quickly clarifies to mean ( Read more... )

It's the late forties. I'm sitting in City Lights bookstore in San Francisco (and the inside looks like Maxwell's in La Mesa) reading up on Kierkegaard. I look to my left and there's Jack Kerouac ( Read more... )

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So I had a dream about a twenty-something Eric Idle...

We were dating.

It was the best.