Since we always forget to check gmail, this guest blog by my guy Juan has been sitting in the inbox for like a week. He'll have another one posted shorty. So for now, a dilatory post. Sorry, boss...
Back to the Honeycomb Hideout. If you don’t know what that is, you clearly didn’t watch enough Saturday morning cartoons.
Honeycomb's big,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's not small,
No, no, no.
Honeycomb's got
A big, big taste.
A big, big crunch
For a big, big bite!
What do you know about that?
Last week it snowed (albeit lightly) on Monday. Today it is gonna be near 70 degrees. Weather here is schizophrenic.
If it was socially appropriate, I would shove my finger directly in my nose right now because it is itchy. However I can’t so I’m just wriggling my nose around to little effect.
Broads with color contacts… just don’t do it. I know you don’t have purple eyes. Knock it off. It isn’t a good look. Asian chicks really like this look as do Hispanic chicks. Light –skinned black girls that may or may not like Michael Jackson also think this is a great look.
My eyes are their natural color.
Why did Whoa never stick around as a slang word yet Bling Bling did? Corny fools use Bling Bling on the air. Still.
Jeter used to come to the plate playing Whoa. That alone should have gotten “Whoa” more play.
I’ve see raise the roof at sporting events here.
Speaking of sports…
Basically the Feds should go into the Midwest and have them disband Big Ten football because they're not good at it and instead focus on more important things and should do same to the South because while they may be good at it they spend too much time thinking about it.
Wendy’s Buffalo Chicken sandwich might change your life. I’m a sucker for these marketers that promote these new sandwiches. Smashed one of those at lunch with a strawberry soda.
The Wendy’s I went to---well there were a lot of patrons with neck tattoos there.
At what point does one decide that a neck tattoo is a good idea? And after you decide that it’s a good idea, then how do you decide on a design?
When you get the neck tattoo do you realize that your job prospects have been completely eliminated?
My boy Ant said this weekend that he likes rocker broads with neck tattoos. I can’t fuck with that. I guess to each his own.
I once had a strict no eye ring policy. I broke my rule for an Italian girl that liked girls in San Francisco. I’m a better person for it. Why did I lose touch with her? I’m sure it was for a stupid reason.
Tell me this isn’t how you have felt for the last eight years.
Maybe the South is partially or wholly to blame for the last eight years.
Like Pete Townsend, I like every minute of the day , I’d really prefer it to not be dark at 4:30. It’s slightly depressing. I’m not looking to leaving the office today and having to drive home with my lights on. There is something not right about that.
Listen to The Vagabond by Air featuring Beck.
Howard Stern couldn’t have been any funnier this morning. I’ve been listening to that show since I was 13. It is partially, if not wholly responsible for my sense of humor. It is probably responsible for me getting slapped a time or two by broads.
Big issue in California right now is Proposition 8, a gay marriage ban. Proposition 8 would do one thing: It would use the state constitution to discriminate. That is not what California is about, and it is not what America is about. What do I care what two consenting adults do? The commercials have been incessant. Lots of money being spent on this issue.
I want to know which black person isn’t gonna vote for Obama? I want to know what those clowns are about.
Everywhere I see, I see black folks so proud of Obama. At the Wendy’s there was a lot of peopel rocking Obama shirts. It makes my heart glad.
If a Hispanic was running, I’d never take off their button or shirt. I’d wear the hell out of it.
If Obama wins tomorrow, there’s a chance I cry like a baby out of sheer happiness.
For a lot of people, this is the 1st time they are going to vote. Why? Because they actually feel that their voice either: (1) has mattered, (2) matters, (3) will matter. That says something when people feel on the sidelines for this long.
In Political Science class we were instructed on whether physical representation by one of your own would translate into beneficiary social policy. I guess we will see here if my man wins.
Ruben Amaro Jr. was named General Manager of the Phillies. Hispanic guy. That makes 2 Hispanic General Managers in baseball in a sport that is becomingly increasingly Latino.
Speaking of the Phillies. Cole Hamels, Jimmy Rollins, Pat Burrell, Chase Utley. What do they all have in common? Californians……….all of em. And all major contributors to the team. What does that tell you about the quality of sports, generally, and baseball, specifically in California?
I really don’t want to hear about your fantasy football team. I don’t play. I could give a shit.
I don’t get dudes that spend time getting their haircut and styling their hair to make it look like they just got out of bed and they throw gel on it to solidify the look. How does anyone take cats like that seriously?
White folks like think unisex names like Keegan are classy. Lemme check… yup.. they’re wrong. They’re stupid names.
I’m going to an election party tomorrow. My friend’s wife’s hot friends are going to be there. Sadly, I’m not Jewish so I have no choice. Perhaps they will want to slum it with a guy like me so that they can get back at their father for some shit he did way back.
Joey Porter might be my favorite human being not named Eddie Vedder.
Closing with some Electric Feel by MGMT. I feel like a club kid with this song, but Daddy likes it. I feel like I should be dropping acid, looking at a kaleidoscope and walking aimlessly through the Haight . That is what that song makes me want to do: except I am drug free, last looked at a kaleidoscope at the age of 6. I have however wandered aimlessly through the Haight. Which is better than wandering through the Tenderloin . I thought I was going to lose my life there one morning in search of crepes. I love crepes, but I’m not ready to die for them. I am a man who will fight for their honor like Daniel LaRusso in Karate Kid Dos , but like Johnny Jazz , I don’t want to be their hero. I don’t want to die for them.
Out like Clay Aiken. Out like Prince Fielder in the playoffs.
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