Archive | June, 2010
You'll have to be more specific
Right next to The Quiet Woman? The Little Woman!
I’m going to open up shops nearby called The Annoying Best Friend, The Loud One, The Drunk Secretary and The Slutty Out of Towner (there will be some overlap).
Pretty sure I've posted before about my feelings about this bar
It’s called The Quiet Woman. (She’s quiet bc she has no head.)
Not a big fan of the color orange but making exception for these guys
All I've found to photograph and post so far on this walk are these pretty flowers
Get it together, California! In NY I would have found a zillion weird picworthy things so far.
Week 5 of the TV Theme Song Tournament!
What are you doing Saturday at noon ET? You’re listening to week 5 (I think it’s week 5?) of the TV Theme Song Tournament on the Morning VIP on Fox Sports Radio! I’m the special guest judge once more and I’m pulling for the Facts of Life theme song. I’m just going to put my cards on the table. I’m also going to put it all out there. While I’m doing that I’ll tell all and spill my guts and pull no punches and … uh-oh… I’m losing synonyms. I’m pretty sure I should be able to rattle off a zillion cliches meaning the same thing and yet I’m coming up empty. I’m coming up short. I’m bankrupt. I’m drawing a blank. I’m having a brain fart. I’m… oh this is worse than I thought.
Anyway, hopefully I will have recovered my ability to put words together. If not I’ll just hum.
Watch twitter for the link to listen and possibly watch.
If my name were Gil
If my name were Gil I would encourage my friends to make, “Gil, baby, Gil!” jokes. Not because it’s funny, but because that’s the kind of Gil I’d be.
May 19 ARIYNBF Recap
TrappDog edited and uploaded this! Could he be more awesome? (Answer: No, he could not.)
My gums looked fantastic
Today I went to the dentist and received confirmation of something I’ve long suspected: my gums look fantastic. “All that flapping’s paid off!” I didn’t say to the hygienist, as there were dental instruments in my mouth and plus, no one likes a smug gum show-off. Then the dentist himself came in, nodded in agreement over the fantasticness level of my gums and inquired as to whether I was still wearing my night guard and grinding my teeth. This struck me as odd, since I neither wear a night guard nor grind my teeth. Then he assured me if I get super famous he can do porcelain veneers. “Ah, probably won’t have to do that,” he said upon reflection. I’m hoping this was more a referendum on my teeth than my chances at achieving “super fame.”
The whole thing made me think of this story I wrote a million years ago. Incidentally I will be seeing said tooth whore, the subject of the story, tonight. People with fantastic teeth/gums must stick together.