The roof is half-installed. I've got the felt paper up and gooped, now I just need to roll on the final layer nail it up and tar any holes and I'll be done. Of course, being done doesn't mean I haven't done a horrible job and will be all wet, but I will have made the attempt. Then I will just call a roofer, I spose. Just out a couple hundred bucks and many back-breaking hours of labor, but wtf-else does my laid-off ass have to do?

I am on my lunch break, finishing the last of my veg-soup accompanied by a turkey samich. I am watching way too much Megan Mullaley. I didn't even like Will & Grace, so I'm not sure how it happened. She's just in this slot where I happen to be near the TV.

We have cleared all fallen trees, and I am crossing my fingers that the garbage men or someone will take the big pile of them from my front lawn. All I need is another couple tons of garbage...

K, peeps, back to that wonderful view.

Wow, what a weekend. The chamster doesn't let the party stop! She got here on Thursday night at around 11:30, and then we went out. That night was one of the best since it involved dragging/carrying Chamille about a half block and then "helping" her relive herself before passing out on the couch (from leaving the bar to Chamille on the couch was over an hour of hysericalness). The bouncer at Q kept flashing his light at Chamille's butt and eyeing her up and down, while some random big factory-worker type dude kept trying to steal her and (e:mike)'s martinis.

sidenote: Fugazi's is a weird place. They close at random times every night. We tried going Thursday at around 1-1:30 and were told they were closed (though there were definitely still people inside). So we tries back on Friday at about the same time, got one round and then were told it was closing though there were still a good 10-12 people there. This seems to me a poor business decision, if all the other bars are open till 4, you better just wait it the fuck out.

Saturday was also a night of debauchery with (e:holly), (e:lilho), (e:theecarey), (e:mike), (e:paul), and (e:myself). It ended up at Roxy's with more than a little temptation for those poor lesbians. Ass-grabbing and tit-fondling were mere precursors to the main event, of which I am sure I've forgotten ;). I believe (e:lilho)'s last journal may refer to this .

Sunday we got all civilized and stuff and took a tour of Niagara on the Lake, which (e:paul) has already detailed . Let me just add that I am not yet ready to fall into the yuppie-bouge category yet, I had this weird feeling of out-of-placedness and mild self-disgust the whole time. Though the company was wonderful. The view that (e:theecarey) has on a daily basis across the lake towards Toronto is truly spectacular.

And on the fourth night they rested. And boy did we need it. Little Britain is an awesome series for anybody who likes to laugh, mostly at other people's expense.

Today begins my second week of layoffedness. Maybe I'll actually get something done...there is, afterall, only about a month remaining before the WoW expansion pack comes out ;).

I am through...

with the waking up
and the driving to Cheektovegas
and the listening to short white-haired people
and pretending to give a damn about those fucking people

of not making food for my homies
and of not keeping a tidy house
and of not having a couple of lvl 60s ready for the expansion pack release next month

in other words...

i'm laid off

Wondering if anyone possibly could spare the use of a truck for an hour or two. I need to take a large pile of trash to the dump. It's not gross or anything -mostly construction debris- and everything is bagged, plus we can line the bed with tarps-so it shouldn't make a mess at all. I just need to cart it from my house in the city to the transfer station off Ogden St. If it's a good size truck I imagine we could get it all in one-maybe two-trips.

It could involve compensation as well...

Thanks

Stingrays mutilated in wake of Crocodile Hunter's death

People are so stupid and petty. Like news of people killing and/or mutilating stingrays is ever gonna get around in the stingray community.

stingray1: oh we never should have killed that Irwin-dude

stingray2: yeah, sucks bigtime, now those humans all killing us all over

stingray1: why didn't George (stingray who killed Irwin) just go against all his natural instincts and not sting a big scary thing coming up on him suddenly

stingray2: yeah, it sucks bigtime, let's make a pact to never kill another human...

Good work defenders of humnaity. Now we'll never have that 4th death in recorded history from a stingray. We are saved.

I have become, to my amazement, a somewhat decent painter. Not in the portrait kind of painter way, but in the paint-stained guy on a ladder kind of way. I've been drawing near-straight lines all over the place: the ceiling, above the baseboard, etc. I've even started holding the brush like a pro, kinda nestled between thumb and forefinger like a pencil, the handle used solely for balance. And now...now, my hand hurts. But I have near-straight lines all over the place, and it's all worth it. Hopefully tomorrow is the last day of painting this year. Upstairs can wait till next year.

I actually emailed some friends today, which is amazingly rare. I have a communication problem. Basically, if I don't see you in person, I don't talk to you much. I just can't seem to get myself to actually do it. I put it off and off and off... My mother called on my birthday and I still haven't called her. She'll probably read this too (and if you do, thanks and I love ya) and think I have time for blogging but not for calling. Which, in a way, is true. Phones are my kryptonite. Especially cell phones. I didn't like phones when I could hear people fine, and now that they cut out and the battery runs low and you lose the damn things everywhere, I positively hate them. In fact, my phone was stolen about two months ago and I just haven't got a new one yet. Yup, that's right, I'm an American without a phone <gasp>. So anyways my friends will hopefully be happy to receive my semi-longish email, and I will be off the hook for another year or two <phew>.

Now it is time to nestle back with my 40, proper!

sidenote: I always have the urge to end with some time of salutation (is that correct here or is that just hello and not goodbye?). Like, cya fellas, or ciao, or till next time... are you a real person, audience? Do I need to say goodbye to you?

Im thrice thrice thrice. It's on Monday, but maybe there could be some sort of gathering beforehand. On Triplethrice eve, so to say. I know there're a couple other near B-days. Maybe a (e:strip) b-day gala. I'm oh-so-fond of galas!!! Come on down.

Theme: Go-Go Gadget Gospel

I am going out now to the free drink hour at La Luna's. Yeah I said FREE drinks for one hour only. Wed. 11-12, Be there or be not a hipster wannabe like me.

Tonight I will wear the striped shirt, which is becoming so very tight on my ripped-ass bod. HA! It accentuates my burgeoning gut nicely I think.
The paint-splattered brown shorts will accompany, topped-off or more realistically bottomed-out by my real hip JC Penny #19.99 wannabe berks. Oh yeah, I'm hippin' it superstyle flyass.

CHEEEYOOOOWWW!!! muthafuckas.

well thanks (e:dcoffee) for making me spend an hour on youtube. But this is seriously funny, take a gander

Taste of Buffalo makes fer some mighty sticky fingers. And heck, just about any activity that leaves you with sticky fingers is fun in my book.

It was a pretty perfect day for it. Partly cloudy with a cool harbor breeze. And plenty of parky space to sit under trees with wine slushies. I like beer cheese soup...try some. (e:Paul) had a bunch of little crawldads again this year, I hate how they stared at me, but paul says they're just the tastiest.

Lance Diamond is neat. He was wearing a pink suit vest thing with (of course) sequins (which (e:matthew) has a story about if you wanna ask him someday).

Whadamigonnadonow?

I dunno. I'm trying to finagle someone to take me swimming. (e:imk2) has a pool but it is closed for the evening, maybe I will try there tomorrow. Could always go to Hoyt Lake...

Anyone doing anything fun tonight? Any crazy parties like last weekend at the (e:LC)'s?

sidenote: Space Ghost Coast to Coast rocks.