I conspired with the French…
We conquered Beaverton, Wilsonville and Sellwood too!
In the process I was trampled by rats, witnessed a spider fight, met Pantera and Slayer, and held the intestines of a young woman in my hand.
Details? Read on…
Jethro Growed Up
I saw my first R-rated movie in a theater when I was about thirteen. It was Dillinger, starring Warren Oates. Lots of cool gunshots, and a nice shot of Michelle Phillips’ legs, but not exactly scandalous.
My second R-rated movie? Macon County Line.
Burning Down the House
Bless you, technology! Thanks to the radio and cell phones, I managed not to have a nervous breakdown tonight.
Butt Rock Friday
Because I was draggin’ ass…
Swing shift has been my work time of choice for almost thirty years. I sleep until the crack of noon, bedtime is around 4 AM. I like it, my body rhythms are set, it works. So when I get scheduled to work until midnight, and then have to return by 10 AM, it throws me into turmoil. This was life on Friday.
It wasn’t all bad. I’d be getting overtime, and it was payday, so I’d have to be at the store sooner or later if I wanted to get paid. Since I was at the ‘quiet’ store, it shouldn’t be too bad.
The Rolling Fruit Basket
Portland east of 82nd is trash for the most part (greaseville)
Reply to: pers-666-151****@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-05-03, 8:59AM PDT
Outer east PDX is a very sleazy area. I do not go over there but do watch the news often and this area is always on for crime. What a sorry place to be. Thankfully I live in a nice neighborhood and not one filled with meth and coke dealers, prostitutes, thieves, welfare bums that don’t even try, drunks, people who are full of hate because they have no lives and so on…….
Above, as seen on Craigslist. While true in some pockets, one shouldn’t generalize so much. Allow me to explain:
“We should make a habit of this…”
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head
That didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast
Was so good I had another
For dessert…
(Respectfully borrowed from Kris Kristofferson.)
Much like the song, Sunday morning was a little rough. I’d fished out a Wild Cherry Pepsi, then remembered I had two bottles of Obsidian Stout hidden in the crisper. Maybe they (along with the remaining inch of gin in the bottle) would put to death this roaring headache. I pried the beer cap off with a Buck knife, poured a shot, and as I finished my first recovery dose, the phone rang.
With Love from the Heart of my Bottom
I was raised not to put much stock in material possessions. ‘Keeping up with the Joneses’, my parents called it. While I never really strove to slaughter the golden calf, I held on to what I had and took care of it. The theory being that if you maintained and didn’t abuse things, they would last forever.
My dad was a master at this. I have his harmonicas. I have his hammer from two centuries ago. (Late 1800s for you sticklers.) The razor I use is a Gillette from 1973 or so. I have a Wile E. Coyote figurine from Eastmoreland Hospital, circa 1968. (His tail is gone, but look what he’s been through!) I think you get the idea: It may not be much, but it’s mine, and I have grown attached to it.
Saturday I was given something I’ll keep forever.
Stirring the Pot
The store I usually work at has been under reconstruction for the past two weeks. Today it reopens, but I won’t be there. (I might do a walk-by.) I’m scheduled to work on the waterfront. I think the shake-up has been good for me.
“Strangest damn things! They’re man-made…”
A show of hands please: How many of you have seen the movie Eraserhead? David Lynch’s first movie release, it is best described as a bad dream caught on film. I saw it during its first run in Portland, back in 1978 or so. Being a champion of all things weird, I had to drag my friends to see it at the midnight movies. The ex-wife and I watched it, tripping on acid, shortly after the birth of our daughter. (Perhaps not the best choice for a new mother…) While it may not be the favorite of my friends, it is often referenced. It’s the kind of movie that sticks with you.
Last night, I had one of the cast members for dinner… Read the rest of this entry »
Screw you, Barbie
I just saw on the news that young girls who want to play Barbie online have to pay a subscription fee. WTF?
You can play Barbie online?
Whatever happened to the imagination version of Barbie? Wish I had a dollar for every Barbie I’d come across in my lifetime, the ones with no clothes and the Wendy O. Williams haircuts. Nowadays the Barbies just stay in the box, and you have to cough up cash to play on the computer. I guess it saves plastic. How’s that for an Earth Day tip?
Yesterday I played with a living doll.
