Well I take a great pride in finding in the personal ads
Friday, June 24, 2005
As Seen on the personal ads on the Houston Press
Well I take a great pride in finding in the personal ads
What you see at a typical anti-war protest.
I love Hippie chicks I love there meanings and I love there sign work. Thanks to my friend Phoebe Snow for the pic.
So you saw Batman in a Wheelchair next you would see Superman on his walker
So the Joker came back and sought revenge and now our hero is confide to the Bat Chair
True product sold at a Hardware Store
Well This was just perverted I found this at that Smith & Hawking mail order catologue.
Can you imagine someone cleaning those pipes..... I am talking about the Organ sickos
oh come on now, thats splitting hairs now.
I traded 3 camels for this car, bought it from a sweet old lady who went to mosque on Sundays
Tonight Pimp My Ride. We go to Iraq.
Sure the Yugo was a bust but check out this pimp ride
Those Russians and there crazy cars you wonder if its great on the Interstate.
Stephanie Heatherstone's 24th Birthday.
I had a thought of Steph today for its her 24th birthday and wonder what I should do. If I should send her a card or call her. She is an actractive young lady, but I am wondering if the feelings that I have are held against me or for me. I could try to repress those feelings but its kind of tough when she was your first girlfriend.
Hail to the Chief
Yes America, we had the lowest turn out in history and look what happend.We elected Sharpton as our president. Shame on you Non voting America Shame
Reporting from the Streets A Giant Bird Attacks
OK, first the japanese were attacked by Godzilla. Then New York with King Kong but Montreal was attacked by Big Bird, but hell he was just crossing the road.
When there white sales are always going on.
Ah So David Duke has decided to move to Tahiti, thanks Brenda for the pic I am truly wondering if there is a sale on white lenins.
Monkey Shoot Monkey See
OK, So according to Donald Rumsfeld and other people in the Defense Department, the insurgency is high. Are they counting the human population or the monkey population. Either way I would stay away from the evil baboons. I am not talking about Bush the baboon, I am talking about this cute one here.
Sure the ADL is a funny group of people
I took this one in of all places Montreal's jewish neighborhood.. I mean so really why is it that jewish women don't get AIDS?....... they don't fuck assholes they marry them. Haha haha haha
the joke was borrowed by Jackie Mason (a jewish comedian)
Zeig Heil wanna by a Slurpee
You know whats more happy than a Hindi Nazi? Well when I was in the Galleria. I was seeing this guy and I was so stunned So I had to take a picture of this Hindi Nazi
Swedes inventors of Dynamite, The Swedish Bikini Team, IKEA and Volvo. Now The Cyprus Alarm Clock
I was exploring Swedish Pharmcuticals for research on Lupus and I stumbled onto this doozy of a pickle. A great idea that totally seems so flawed..Those Swedes with there crazy bogus alarm clocks. I knew that daylight savings time was a bitch but damn.
What happens when there is no hockey.
Has the strike really been that long that Gary Coleman has to be the new Mediator between players and owners. I mean come on Messier what the hell.
My ideal book list for the Summer
Homicide: A Year On The Killing Streets , In 1988 a Baltimore Sun reporter named David Simon joined the Baltimore Police Homicide Unit as a civilian assistant in order to chronicle a year in the life of a big city homicide squad. His extensive notes, interviews, and observations were eventually published as the book, "Homicide: A Year On The Killing Streets." This book served as the inspiration for the TV series "Homicide: Life on the Street" (1993) and much of the first and second seasons of the show are taken from actual events recounted in the book.
Songbook: Nick Hornsby. What interests Nick Hornby? Songs, songwriters, everything, compulsively, passionately. Here is his ultimate list of 31 all-time favorite songs. And here are his smart, funny, and very personal essays about them, written with all the love and care of a perfectly mastered mixed tape...
also by Hornsby.
The Polysyllabic Spree
"Books are, let's face it, better than everything else," writes Nick Hornby in his "Stuff I've Been Reading" column in The Believer. "If we played cultural Fantasy Boxing League, and made books go 15 rounds in the ring against the best that any other art form had to offer, then books would win pretty much every time. Go on, try it. The Magic Flute v. Middlemarch? Middlemarch in six. The Last Supper v. Crime and Punishment? Fyodor on point And every now and again you'd get a shock, because that happens in sport, so Back to the Future III might land a lucky punch on Rabbit, Run; but I'm still backing literature 29 times out of 30." This book collects Hornby's popular columns in a single, artfully illustrated volume with selected passages from the novels, biographies, collections of poetry, and comics under discussion
another must have read.
Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954:In Windblown World, distinguished historian Douglas Brinkley has gathered together a selection of journal entries from the most pivotal period of Kerouac's intrepid life, beginning in 1947 when he was twenty-five years old and ending in 1954. Truly a self-portrait of the artist as a young man, these journals show a sensitive soul charting his own progress as a writer and responding to his most important literary forebears, which included Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Spengler, Joyce, Twain, and Thomas Wolfe. Here is Kerouac as a hungry young writer struggling to perfect and finish his first novel, The Town and the City, while forging crucial friendships with Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, and Neal Cassady. The journals go on to tell of the events that would eventually be immortalized in On the Road, as Kerouac travels through every region of the country and slowly cultivates his idea for a jazz novel. The peripatetic Kerouac's lifelong devotion to mystical Catholicism and his tremendous love of "the essential and everlasting America" abound in these confessional pages, as do his brooding melancholy, his youthful doubts and chronic fears, and his overriding conviction that there would soon be a "great new revolution of the soul."
these are just 3 of the books I want to read. I will write more books when I can think of them.
Songbook: Nick Hornsby. What interests Nick Hornby? Songs, songwriters, everything, compulsively, passionately. Here is his ultimate list of 31 all-time favorite songs. And here are his smart, funny, and very personal essays about them, written with all the love and care of a perfectly mastered mixed tape...
also by Hornsby.
The Polysyllabic Spree
"Books are, let's face it, better than everything else," writes Nick Hornby in his "Stuff I've Been Reading" column in The Believer. "If we played cultural Fantasy Boxing League, and made books go 15 rounds in the ring against the best that any other art form had to offer, then books would win pretty much every time. Go on, try it. The Magic Flute v. Middlemarch? Middlemarch in six. The Last Supper v. Crime and Punishment? Fyodor on point And every now and again you'd get a shock, because that happens in sport, so Back to the Future III might land a lucky punch on Rabbit, Run; but I'm still backing literature 29 times out of 30." This book collects Hornby's popular columns in a single, artfully illustrated volume with selected passages from the novels, biographies, collections of poetry, and comics under discussion
another must have read.
Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954:In Windblown World, distinguished historian Douglas Brinkley has gathered together a selection of journal entries from the most pivotal period of Kerouac's intrepid life, beginning in 1947 when he was twenty-five years old and ending in 1954. Truly a self-portrait of the artist as a young man, these journals show a sensitive soul charting his own progress as a writer and responding to his most important literary forebears, which included Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Spengler, Joyce, Twain, and Thomas Wolfe. Here is Kerouac as a hungry young writer struggling to perfect and finish his first novel, The Town and the City, while forging crucial friendships with Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, and Neal Cassady. The journals go on to tell of the events that would eventually be immortalized in On the Road, as Kerouac travels through every region of the country and slowly cultivates his idea for a jazz novel. The peripatetic Kerouac's lifelong devotion to mystical Catholicism and his tremendous love of "the essential and everlasting America" abound in these confessional pages, as do his brooding melancholy, his youthful doubts and chronic fears, and his overriding conviction that there would soon be a "great new revolution of the soul."
these are just 3 of the books I want to read. I will write more books when I can think of them.
A night that was even fun for me.
I had a great night last night. Last night we went out to dinner with my mom at Brian Oneills. I love that place and I love the beer there. The place reminds me a bit of the Royal Oak in Ottawa and so I keep on going there just for the coolness of the place. So of course thinking of all the possiblities of what I did last night was a great eventful night. Last night I ate out and we celebrated the ending of my book. So the place was packed of people which of course didn't really bother me I kind of liked that but I was feeling a bit tired so I didn't feel like going out. Till Amy called. Amy called saying she and her friend Andy wanted to go out. So of course I thought why not. I have nothing better to lose then just hang out with them. Well,we went to The Gingerman. That place is a great beer place plenty of things to do there to relax and sip some beer. I have been to the place on a Saturday afternoon but rarely gone during a weeknight mainly because I always thought it would be crowded or full of rich snobby college crowd types who didn't know any better. But boy was I wrong. The place was a great place to go on a Thursday, but I wouldn't recommend going on a Friday or Saturdays. It would be overly packed and full of the people I mentioned a second ago.
The prices on Thursday are well priced and well maintained. Anyway, so I went to the bar, with Andy and Amy. Amy had fun watching us drink, I kind of felt like she didn't want to be there but I also felt that she thought it was cool that Andy and I got to talk. Well I began to think somemore last night while I was with Andy. I felt like I have nothing in common with this guy and maybe that is a good thing. I tried to figured him out,and I am still trying to figure it out. Well we sat in the patio in the back and saw and overheard the celebration of Houston's Roller Derby Girls. Which was pretty funny to see and here. I liked that the place was crowded but not overly crowded and the prices for the place were relatively fair. Note I wouldn't go there every week or so, maybe as a reward for finishing off 2 weeks of working on a book I would take a friend there but I would never go solo.
I saw "Hunter S Thompson" again, the guy looks and sounds like Thompson and I always had mistaken him for the late Dr T. I talked with David Harrington, who told me that I was missed back at Valhalla, which made me feel good that I was missed but I am not going tonight, just incase you know who shows up. I figured the Gingerman is a place where my college self would happy to go to. My writerself as well. But tonight I am spending time with Maxine :-) The dog hasn't been a night without me. I am sick of going out every night and my body just can't take it. So I am going to take it easy today and tonight.
It was a good night but I began to examine myself and everything around me, I began to think am I a snob or prep or am I a blue collar bum. I never saw myself as Blue Collar nor did I see myself as a prep. But I saw myself as a Midi. I was raised upper middle class and was raised to appriciate the finer things in life like the snobs at Gingerman, but I was also taught to be frugel with my money and not to spend X amount of money. I am a writer after all and I live at home. I don't drive and I surely don't do much to make myself look desirable.
Well, anyway, I today, I am planning on doing some writing. A lot of writing. Not on a book but on finding books and books I want to read and books I am going to make a list of getting with my 75 dollars a week.
So thats what my plans are.
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Will write more soon.
The prices on Thursday are well priced and well maintained. Anyway, so I went to the bar, with Andy and Amy. Amy had fun watching us drink, I kind of felt like she didn't want to be there but I also felt that she thought it was cool that Andy and I got to talk. Well I began to think somemore last night while I was with Andy. I felt like I have nothing in common with this guy and maybe that is a good thing. I tried to figured him out,and I am still trying to figure it out. Well we sat in the patio in the back and saw and overheard the celebration of Houston's Roller Derby Girls. Which was pretty funny to see and here. I liked that the place was crowded but not overly crowded and the prices for the place were relatively fair. Note I wouldn't go there every week or so, maybe as a reward for finishing off 2 weeks of working on a book I would take a friend there but I would never go solo.
I saw "Hunter S Thompson" again, the guy looks and sounds like Thompson and I always had mistaken him for the late Dr T. I talked with David Harrington, who told me that I was missed back at Valhalla, which made me feel good that I was missed but I am not going tonight, just incase you know who shows up. I figured the Gingerman is a place where my college self would happy to go to. My writerself as well. But tonight I am spending time with Maxine :-) The dog hasn't been a night without me. I am sick of going out every night and my body just can't take it. So I am going to take it easy today and tonight.
It was a good night but I began to examine myself and everything around me, I began to think am I a snob or prep or am I a blue collar bum. I never saw myself as Blue Collar nor did I see myself as a prep. But I saw myself as a Midi. I was raised upper middle class and was raised to appriciate the finer things in life like the snobs at Gingerman, but I was also taught to be frugel with my money and not to spend X amount of money. I am a writer after all and I live at home. I don't drive and I surely don't do much to make myself look desirable.
Well, anyway, I today, I am planning on doing some writing. A lot of writing. Not on a book but on finding books and books I want to read and books I am going to make a list of getting with my 75 dollars a week.
So thats what my plans are.
]
Will write more soon.
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