Yesterday afternoon I was ready to post a long-winded disertation on my disapearance which wound down into a monotonic pity party for myself, but somehow I managed to choke down the urge and let things settle in my hollow head once again. As such, my eyes have cleared to a much cheerier outlook.
A little bit of Christmas magic. Happy Holidays and all that.
Hope you all had a good weekend. How was mine? Well, glad you asked. ^_^
I seemed to spen most of it inthe company of Rolling Rock, with an assorted cast of characters joining me. Friday night was spent at the bar of The Porch with my sister and her friends while they prodded on the guitarist/singer to play “some Skynard”. To my dismay, he obliged them and managed to butcher “Sweet Home Alabama” just like every other song who sang. Imagine an overwheight Springsteen Impersonator who couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket and you get the idea of what I sat through.
The beer certainly helped to dull the pain of that experience. Other than the tone-deaf minstrel, it was a fun time.
Saturday night turned into a session of flashbacks and future thoughts. I accompied good friend Don to his roller hockey game to watch his team play. It had been quite some time since the smell of drying hockey equipment burned my nostrils, but one step into the arena and I was overcome by it. That was just about as painful to endure as it was watching the game at time, partly because there’s still a small part of my that wants to play, partly because I was seeing some of the same bad plays I used to be guilty of, and partly because the game was a 3-0 wash in the wrong direction.
What better way to take care of all that anguish than with alcohol, right?
Don and I moved venue over to Jesse, Brian and Eileen’s place to hang out for what I was expecting to be a short night. But we seemed to catch lighting in a bottle as the short night turned into a long evening of discussion, debate and drinks until well after 4 in the morning, running the usual gammut from music to sports, politics to road trips. It had been a good long while since we last had such a chance to swap thoughts, so it was all for the greater good, but me thinks that extended evening is what allowed the cold I’ve been fighting back the past three days to take hold.
Damn germs and body; conspiring against me. Oh well. NyQuil to the rescue!
How do you revitalize the influx of tourists to a small town in Washington State. How about putting a 60′ tall Lava Lamp in the center of it?:
Paris has the Eiffel Tower, Seattle has the Space Needle and Soap Lake has the worlds largest Lava Lamp!
I have sources who tell me that the owners of the local head shop and 24 hour convience store are trying to railroad this one through the town council meetings. ^_^
While much of the talk about rebuilding Lower Manhattan has seemed to begin and end with the World Trade Center site, Mayor Mike Bloomberg wants people to expand their thinking outside of the 16-acre lot. As such, yesterday he unveiled a $10.6 billion, 10 year plan to revitalize lower Manhattan including a new transit hub with one-seat service to both Newark and JFK airports, new parks, schools and appartments.
This is all in addition to any plans for the former WTC site, of which revised plans will be released next week.
Funding headaches and technical snafus aside, I think this kind of thinking is just what is needed for the region right now. These kind of changes will breathe life back into the area. Downtown won’t become a ghost town after Wall Street closes it’s doors for the evening. Say what you will about Bloomberg, but if he can pull this plan off and
make all of this a reality, then he’ll have my vote for re-election.
This has to be the absolute sickest thing I have ever heard of in my life. Not just a story of cannibalism, but of mutual cannibalism followed by murder. :
“The accused supposedly first cut off the penis of the victim by mutual agreement because they wanted to eat it together,” the statement continued.
Police declined comment on reports that they first flambeed the organ in spirits, then, after tasting it, decided to fry it.
The suspect then killed his companion with deep cuts to the neck and chopped the body into pieces that he froze and later ate, prosecutors said.
(Hat tip to David for grossing me out for the rest of the day, and probably giving me nightmares as well).
It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.Wisdom of Confucius
Passing through Times Square by Mareen Fischinger
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Allison Weiss — Fingers Crossed
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