Monday, May 28, 2007

Thats One Damn Fine Burger....

I am stuffed. So stuffed I am full. I just finished eating what maybe in fact the best thing I have cooked in a long time.
I had two, one pound burgers. That right two pounds of meat. I mixed in half a white onion, green bell peppers, salt, pepper, garlic salt, Tony's, and beer. Then cooked them up on my old smokey grill. Topped them off with some cheddar cheese and ate them with mayo, ketchup and lettuce on a toasted kaiser roll.
Damn they where good!

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Star Wars????

I don't know if this is real or not. I know they are making some Clone Wars Cartoons, but... this seems way beyond that. There is a mix of prequel and post-ROTJ characters in this little trailer.

By the way, Have I mentioned I'm a Dork!

UPDATE! This is not a real trailer, just a well made fan one.
This is the real trailer Right Here!

Irish Punk Crawl

I left Jackson early on that Monday morning. I had far to go and alot to do. The first two hours of my drive I could have done in my sleep. Mainly because I think I have, several time.
But my arrival in H'burg was perfectly timed. I went to the radio station just a Mik was getting there and spent two great hours visiting with my friend. It being a radio station, I even got a little free music out of the visit. A mixed CD of Watermelon Slim and Townes Van Zandt. All of which was excellent, but not what I was look for that day. So after a few hours I said goodbye to Mik, Clinton and Elliot, and returned to my quest for drunk hell raising fun in New Orleans.
After a miss start or two, I collected Shackleford, Charlotte and Becca, and we hit the road.It was a strangely uncomfortable trip. I think all of us had I minds somewhere else.Plus as we arrived in the city it began to rain. Sometime rain in New Orleans is a good thing, but the scars of Katrine and still fresh here and you can feel it.
Lucky I am good driver and with a bit of luck we got parked down near the river walk on the edge of the Quarter. From here on we collected our fifth member,Dylan,who ended up getting us NICE hotel room at the Bienville House . He would not even let us pay him back for it. That generous bastard!!! I went down to the House of Blues to pick up my ticket and I am glad I did. The show solid out about an hour later.We sat in one of my favorite hole in the wall bars, O'Tooles, and had a few beers. O'Tooles is the bar right next door to the HOBs. So a variety of Irish punk themed characters rolled in and out of it. Including Josh and Heather who are also former H'burg residence.
As a large group we went to eat down Decatur Street at Cafe Maspero. The menu of pretty broad but I was not in a complex mood, so i just got a burger and beer from our blue dreadlocks wear waitress. It was only after dinner we realised that we all had to pay on one check. Christ! that is a pain in the ass.
So we where off to the show. I all finally get in and find that the Zydepunks playing. They are a great local New Orleans act and I couldn't think of a better opening act. Which is why when the one guy with the acoustic guitar who came out after them I almost cried. Its not that he was bad. In fact he was a good singer, played the guitar well, and wrote interesting songs. I am sure he was there to chill the crowd out before the main event and it worked. But it also was the signal to pack the room.
No mix of word can explain the awesomeness of seeing Flogging Molly live. I have missed seeing them probably half a dozens time over the years. Trains where later, I was out of town, I had no money, but everything I had been told was true.
This show kicked ass. If you have seen them, you know what I mean, if not you need to. The best description I can give of the music is Irish Folk Punk.
I had a great view of the whole show. I was down on the floor, but off to the side far enough so not to get caught in the pit. Still there where a few time me or Josh had to step between the ladies and another "fan". I can easily see how a "pretty boy" could break a bone at this show. Still it was rock'n! I didn't even have to leave my spot to get beer because other people in my group would get me one when they went. And of course the more we drank,danced and sweated, the more we need to drink. So after ALOT of Guinness and one rock'n show, I had to pee. Which is of course how I got left behind and found a new(at least to me) hat.
After the show, we walked, stumbled, or crawled down Decatur. We meant to go to Ryan's Pub, but end up at The Kerry. Alot happened here, but at this point I was pretty damn drunk. So I only remember highlights. I know we found the Zydepunks playing a late show to which Becca and I danced. I know she ended up burning herself while we danced. I remember trying to help an old hippie escape another drunk punk. I know I went up to your hotel room to go to bathroom (luckily the Bienville House and The Kerry are across the street from each other) with a few other people. As I was leaving to return to the bar, Dave, the lead singer, and Bridget, the violin player, got off the elevator. I thanked them for a great show as everyone else went wild. Turns out they were in the room right next to ours. This also seems to have answered a question I had about those two anyway. I wander back down the street, alone, to see if there where anymore shows coming up that I want to see and on the return trip back to The Kerry, I meet the banjo/mandolin play. I thanked him and wished him well on the rest of the tour, or I tried to the best of my abilities.
By now I tired, all the heavy beer is starting to effect me and I return to a room to quietly slip into a Guinness induced coma.Others went to Bourbon street to get more drinks or somewhere else to buy beer, but I happily layed in king sized bed.
After everyone got back, those of us, Shackleford, also in a Guinness coma, Heather, burned out from rock'n out, and myself crashed in one room. While Becca, Charlotte and Dylan did whatever they wanted in the other.
I was woken be by Shackleford scratching his ass and the weird thought that it smelled like sausage in our room. I realized this was because I was sharing a the bed with Shackleford and Heather. All of us smelled of sweat and beer. I hope they burned those sheets after we left.
I looked at the clock and realised that I had about 5 hours of sleep. And that enough for me. I got up, took a shit, and a shower. The shower was probably the best idea I had had in ages. I left the room and went down the street to eat breakfest. I just grabbed some Beignet and a glass of milk. Then return to sit by the pool at the hotel till checkout. I was joined by Becca and Dylan later who brought a paper with them. We got the other out of their room just in time to not have to pay for another day. We tried to find croissants, but failed and ended up eating lunch at someplace so bad I blocked the name of it out of my memory.
We return to Cafe Maspero to get strawberry daiquiri for the ride home. I just had water because I had to drive. I would like to say I didn't drink any of the daiquiri on that ride, but I was offered, and had a few sips.
I returned all my passagers to H'burg, had beer or two, tried to find a place to swim, but again the rains came and I decided it was time to go home. So I called Mik, to make fun of the johnny "Guitar" Watson song he was play and I hit to road for home. Much like my ride to H'Burg, the ride home was uneventfully. I believe I was home and happily asleep in bed by 9pm.
Almost two weeks later this is this the defining moment of my life, or at least the latest adventure.


Because she won't do it. Here are...


1. I hate touching metal jewelry. I hate it. I feel like it's not clean, not sterile, and is very germy. The dainty the jewelry is, the worse it is for me. I won't don't date some one with metal in their face. It's gross. I just can't do it.
I'm getting the heebies just writing this.

2. I forget to wear deodorant. It's probably because I can't smell, and I was once told that my natural smell was very nice. So, I forget to wear it. I also sweat. I won't remember that I forgot to put it on, until I sweat. Then I'm totally afraid I stink. Someone once told me I stink, too.

3. I always sleep with the television on. If I wake up in the middle of the night, and the television is on I'm not afraid anymore. The television is like another person with me. Actually I don't have to if I'm sleeping with someone next to me.

4. This one is gross and too much information, but someone had to show me how to put a tampon in. Literally show me. It was horrifying.

5. I'm very good at remembering names and random information. So much so that I will bring up things that people tell, that they don't remember telling me. It's gotten me very strange looks. I'm just good at remembering things I feel are important.

6. I can hold my pee for unhealthy hours. I mean like 6 to 8 hours at a time. It's something I learned to do teaching preschool. I would actually forget that I had to pee until I got home at the end of the day. It would be really yellow. This again is probably too much information but this is probably why I only send these things to the people that send them to me.

If you don't know S.A.L., suckes to be you.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

6 weird things about me

So I got tagged by Reid to do this a looooonnnnngggg time ago. But to be honest nothing I do somes that weird to me. I know I am a weird guy, but everyhting I do seems total rational and normal to me. So here is my best shot at it.

1) I hate air conditioning. HATE IT!!! I never use it in my car. I would rather role the window down. The only time it is on in my apartment is when I am asleep. And when I get up the first thing I do is turn it off. This is pretty strange considering I live in Mississippi and summer heat regular reaches over 100.

2)I don't like wearing shoes. I would rather go barefoot and regularly do. One afternoon while laying in the grass at my apartment a neighbor notice the bottom of my feet look like the rough side of leather. That is how much I walk around barefoot. I do own shoes, 5 pairs, I think. My work shoes, running shoes, dress shoes, sandals, and my Converse All Stars.

3) I don't like talking on the phone. I just don't. I prefer looking at who I am talking to.

4) I sing when I pee. I have since I was a kid. Once in Kindergarden I aksed to go to the bathroom. The building was one big room that was full of desk and the usually kindergarden equipment. With a bathroom on the one side and a large closet on the other. Anyway, I come out of the bathroom to find everyone looking at me. My teacher asked if I was done. To which I said "Sure!" because I had no clue what she was talking about. She asked me to not sing so loud next time. Which the whole class laughed at. I can't remember if I was embrassed or not. I should have been, but I don't think I was. Since I consider that a happier memory. So today, especially if we are out at the bar, listen to a band, you might hear me singing in the bathroom.

5) I once convince a girl that "Air Whales" really existed. This is a very lovely and relatively smart woman. So how did I do this? Because of the elaborate story that goes with it. First off "Air Whales" are not whole my idea, but are major "character" in my fantasy life. Yep! I got a fantasy world in my head. Which come to think of it is "weird" fact in and of itself. Anyway, as the pod of Air Whales migrate North to South or vice versa, they collect a air borne type of barnacle, which St. Augesten grass can grow out of. This has lead to the illegal capture and use of air whales as part of golf course. The illegal trade is huge in Scotchland. This of course has lead to rise of Air Whale liberation front. The problem is Air Whales are still Whales. They need currents to help them navigate. So they get lost inland alot. So if you ever find pot hole in the road that was not there the day before or find your hood or windshield busted up. Look Up! That Blue Gray spot in the sky that your mind wants to say is just a cloud isn't. Yep! Thats an Air Whale that has just finished doing its business (aka taking a dump).

Seriously, I convinced some one this mythic and noble creature where real.

6) I have an alias, Sir William Waters of Northbridge,England. Luckey he only come out when I have been drinking ALOT!

Well I think I did pretty good.

I think I will tag Floyd, RD and Luckey. I don't expected any of them to do it, but you never know.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I really should write something here

The problem is I don't really have anything to say.
I have no new adventures to write about. I have no woman to love me. I have no music in my soul! I got nothin'! Yep! I am a sad,sad sack of shit. But I got a ticket to see Flogging Molly. So that is at least something.
Still, I feel, like I have lost my vitality. My work is okay. It is nice not to have to decide between eating or paying the power bill. But I lost something along the way. I miss living in the back of my Faulkner-esque house. My post Katrina time in h'burg was some of the best times of my life.
Normally I would just go drinking with my friends and drown this sorrows out, but I don't really have any friend left in Jackson. Sure I know people here, but nobody I really would like to hang out with. My previous stay in Jackson I had friends. I had a good group in Hattiesburg, the Corp in Denver and out on assignment. Now, nothing.
I have meet a few women, had some sex, but nothing that I seem like it will lead to anything. So I end up alone in my apartment alot, with only my thoughts and usually a bottle of whiskey. If I was a disciplined type of fellow I would take that time to work on something creative, Music, Art, Writing, Stand Up Comedy, etc. But I am not that guy.
Maybe I am just growing old? Is that what growing up/old is, regretting the life you had in the past. God I hope not.
Hopefully tomorrow will be another day.