Saturday, June 12, 2010

Me - June 11 2010

Waiting to leave for the Stiff Little Fingers show at The Blank Club.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Howlin Wolf I´ll be back someday 1964

Happy 100th Birthday Howlin' Wolf!

Chester Arthur Burnett (June 10, 1910 – January 10, 1976), better known as Howlin' Wolf, was an influential American blues singer, guitarist and harmonica player.
With a booming voice and looming physical presence, Burnett is commonly ranked among the leading performers in electric blues; musician and critic Cub Koda declared, "no one could match Howlin' Wolf for the singular ability to rock the house down to the foundation while simultaneously scaring its patrons out of its wits."[1] Many songs popularized by Burnett—such as "Smokestack Lightnin'," "Back Door Man" and "Spoonful"—have become standards of blues and blues rock.
At 6 feet, 6 inches (198 cm) and close to 300 pounds (136 kg), he was an imposing presence with one of the loudest and most memorable voices of all the "classic" 1950s Chicago blues singers. Howlin' Wolf's voice has been compared to "the sound of heavy machinery operating on a gravel road". This rough-edged, slightly fearsome musical style is often contrasted with the less crude but still powerful presentation of his contemporary and professional rival, Muddy Waters - although the two were reportedly not that different in actual personality - to describe the two pillars of the Chicago blues representing the music.
Howlin' Wolf, Sonny Boy Williamson (Rice Miller), Little Walter Jacobs and Muddy Waters are usually regarded in retrospect as the greatest blues artists who recorded for Chess in Chicago. Sam Phillips once remarked, "When I heard Howlin' Wolf, I said, 'This is for me. This is where the soul of man never dies.'" In 2004, Rolling Stone magazine ranked him #51 on their list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Another Park Another Sunday

Some days are better than others.

Getting ditched by my "friends" makes me feel like the punch-line of a huge joke.

"Oh no...we will always be friends..."
(Translate that as when other people need ME, I am their best friend, but when I need someone I am SOL.)

For the record - I don't have "Anger Issues" so much as I DO have "Abandonment Issues"...and I keep getting ditched by people.

See the dog chasing its tail in this scenario?
(I sure do.)

Friday, April 16, 2010

Tower of Babble

Okay...I am going to wax with it.

I miss the HELL out of Tower Records.

You know how some people and places stick with you like super-glue?

Tower is one of those things.

After 20 best and most cherished friends are STILL from Tower.

As we turn into old farts, a lot of things change...but I am glad to still talk to other old farts I knew from "back in the day".

We are STILL fucking AWESOME!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Misfit Toys

In my mind, I live on an island of Misfit Toys.
I like it that way.
ANYONE can have Barbie, the cheap plastic bitch....but my island is special.

This is where the "odd" toys went when everyone pushed us away.

We had to find a place of our own.

Now as time has gone on, and the "normal" toys are bored as hell, they see our Island of Misfit Toys in the distance...

..Things explode. (We wanted to know if Powdered Fake Cream was is) Giggles are heard on the wind.
Now and then the "Normals" swear they hear "ONE OF US!" being chanted, but they can't be sure....
...because they are not ONE OF US...and can only dream of our wonderful wiggly world.

We used to dream of being accepted by "Them" and now they pay money to hang out with us...if we will let them.

I wouldn't want to live any other way.

I don't know that I could...nor would I want to.

Friday, March 26, 2010


If you have not tried this wonderful stuff, you should.
I use it in place of cream cheese and mayo.
Live probiotics are good things, and it is yummy!

I used it instead of mayo in my infamous Purple Potato Salad.
Recipe (of sorts) will be forthcoming shortly.

I am debating on making a fresh batch with pictorial goodness.

Yogurt is your tummy's friend.
Invite it to dinner more often.

Saturday, March 6, 2010


Today was a very good day.

It is no secret that I hate egg-rolls...except for the ones that my best friend's mom makes.

Lee's egg-rolls are so yummy I have dreams about them.
They are marvelous little bites of Vietnamese goodness.

Today she taught me how to make them.


You bet your fuzzy butt-cheeks!

Any time someone I respect teaches me anything I am honored, but food is extra special.

She cooks like my grandmother so there are no exact measurements - it is done by sight, feel and smell.
I like that as it is comfortable to me.

As we prepared everything we talked about how food made with love tastes better.

It does.

I have the same feeling about my knitting - which is why I don't knit when I am in a bad mood.
I don't want to weave anger into my cloth.
(I don't cook when I am cranky either - because the food tastes like crap if I do.)

One of the things that I was thinking about as I wrist-deep in tasty filling goo was my friend in Egypt - who was horseback riding around the pyramids today.
How cool is be able to see one of the Great Wonders of the World from horseback?
I added it to my Bucket-List.
Before I kick the bucket, I want to do that.

I know a lot of people that say they don't like Vietnamese food but I think they never had any that was home-made.

I love it because it is fresh and even vegetables I don't like seem to magically transform into tasty little morsels.

I had forgotten how refreshing cold orange slices are.

Now I am going to make a nice pot of Sleepytime Tea and write a bit before bed.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

My Friend Across the Globe

I can't say that you meet special people that change your life once in a lifetime because if you pay attention there will be a lot of them.

I my case though, My Spirit-Brother from Egypt has made my life a better place.

As much as I have bagged on how lame Twitter is, I take all of it back.

I LOVE Twitter because it has opened doors to me that I never dreamed of.

I met a friend there that has awakened my good side...and I can not thank him enough for that.

He broke through years of writer's block and depression just by being a good friend.

I can't even say how much that means to me because I can't find the words...maybe they don't exist, but this one person has made my life a better place.

If every person on this planet went out of their way to make one person's life better, how cool would that be?

Thank you for holding up the light so I could find my way out of the darkness, Brother.



Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Yeah, I know...

I owe y'all updates and babble and shit.


My brain has been devoured by Twitter, and Stitches West.

This is what happens when I crawl out of my hermit-cave and am exposed to direct sunlight.

Could be worse - I didn't burst into flames.

If I rub both brain cells together hard enough, I might be able to form a decent smoke signal.

First, I have to go play Pothole Frogger and hope a run-away Prius doesn't stuff it into the back of my car.

Monday, February 22, 2010


LOOK Twatface,

Yeah, you...the doormat downstairs.

You are a fucking moron.

Let us review WHY I am not sorry I called the cops on that POS you feel the need to fuck:

A) BIG-ASS hole in the wall that HIS DUMB ASS put there.

B) Machete gouge in the garage door.

C) He is a drunken moron with a lot of big knives.

I could go on about this waste of sperm and an egg, but why bother?

"But I love him..."

Is this not the same dead-beat that has no job, yet calls you every name in the book while you stand there like a brain-addled sheep?

Look Toots, you can do what you want with your sorry excuse for a life, but that assclown is not coming back into this house.

Either date higher up the food-chain, or pack your crap and get the fuck out, and take your whiny mutts with you.

Blogging FAIL

I blame the cat.

I actually DO have things I want to write about but at the moment the snuggle-cat is winning the attention war.

Time to snuggle with 20 pounds of purring goodness and watch a movie.

Since I am in a Carrie-Fisher-Fucking-RULES mindspace, I think I will pop on The Blues Brothers for the thousandth time and sing to the snugglepuss.

Night all.

Ranty-Babble is coming up shortly

As a matter of fact, I have a lot on my mind.
I am trying to mash it all into something coherent before I turn into Rant-A-Saurus-Wrecks.

Just one moment or two.

Upcoming will be an open letter to Kevin Smith, waxing poetic on Wil Wheaton, and the usual LSG yammering that I bore the crap out of my friends and frenemies on Ravelry with.

At the moment, I have to go play dog-mom to Thing 1 and Thing 2 downstairs before they have a spaz.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

VaginaBikeTaxi Love Wank

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I went NETWORK on the Idiots Downstairs

UPDATE: It seems that I actually saved a few lives last night by calling the cops.
When I got back from the store this morning, Douchecanoe's now ex-girlfriend THANKED ME for calling the police.

That was totally unexpected, but now I am REALLY glad I did.

Douchecanoe was INSANELY the point of trying to kill on of her friends with a fucking machete.
He said he wanted to hurt her too.

I didn't know ANY of this shit when I called the cops, I was just pissed off because he was being a loud asshole at 2am.

I called my mom and thanked her for raising me to have balls enough to do the right thing.

What kind of a moron would wake me up at 1 fucking 45 in the morning for ANY reason other than the house is burning down?

I'll tell you what kind of moron, the kind that is drunk mindless on Jack "ASSHOLE IN A BOTTLE" Daniels.

By the time these fools were about to get into a brawl, I called the cops.

Sorry folks, but there are some things in life that I WILL NOT put up with, and didn't.

I didn't even know about the HUGE hole they put in the wall last night.

Wall hole

The landlord is in the hospital or he would have flipped his shit on them last night before I ever got a chance.

When he finds out about that CRATER in the wall, he is going to blow a gasket.

Glad I had nothing to do with it.

(edit because I am an idiot that can't post a picture correctly on the first try.)

Friday, February 19, 2010

Joat Jett

I love Joan Jett.

Always have.


Because she is just THAT cool.

Now Why Don't She Write?

Deal with it...I write when I feel like it.

Depression has been kicking my ass, but I am working on dealing with it.

As much as I swore Hell would FREEZE OVER before I started Tweeting, y'all better buy some ice-skates.

Most of the time I am offline I am either geeking out to Bioshock 2, Dragon Age, Overlord, or I am reading a book.

Book reviews will be forthcoming.