my black eye? dracula, where's leatherface? sucking off frankenstein? i like candy.

 
All, Hail, King of Rockdale
So, I finally became interested in Ego Trip's White Rappers show on VH1 during the last two episodes. I decided to watch because I discovered that I had seen $hamrock (formerly T-Mo or T Mo) open for the Roots during UGA's Day of Soul a few years ago. I remember his song about the Dawgs and the fact that he rapped about Rockdale County. During lunch one day, I also found out that he attended high school with a co-worker of mine. Later Jimmy Griggs informed me that the 40 Watt had once confiscated a young Tim Moore's fake i.d., and that his card was used in the confiscated i.d. game Apples to Assholes (don't ask me about the title of the game). Obviously, I was pretty stoked to find out how close I have been to literally rubbing elbows, joining the posse of and smokin' kush with $hamrock, so I tuned in. I watched the emcee battle episode where all three white rappers got their asses handed to them by some Motor City Legends. I though $hamrock was a goner for sure when he "balnked on the set." However, one rapper was so whack that $hamrock and John Brown "King of the Suburbs" moved to the finals. Although, I felt that John Brown was obviously a big enough of a space cadet to be the obvious crowd favorite, I felt like $hamrock's experience would prevail. In the finals, John Brown revealed one of the whackest/ most perplexing songs ever with his original flop entitled "Car Wars," a paean to SUV driving suburbanites. I have no idea what $hamrock rapped about, but it still beat the shit outta "Car Wars." Also, I had a hard time figuring out whether his Brown University crew(?) sweatshirt was amazing or just terrible. $hamrock basically carried on in the fashion I remembered back at Legion Field and he took the title. I knew John Brown was in trouble when each person had a friend show up. $hamrock's friend, Black Josh, was an affably cool laidback Southern gentleman. John Brown's pal (boyfriend?) was an uptight little petite baldy with tight jeans and a fashionably airbrushed shirt. As far as I was concerned, it was over at that point.
On a side note, I felt that MC Serch did a fine job of hosting this reality show. He was upbeat, but supplied positive criticism to the rappers. Ego Trip's sense of humor carried the show, so it was lighthearted but still demonstrated that, yeah, basically, you can live a hip hop lifestyle, dress and talk the game (or not) and still totally suck. Basically, it did a good job of demonstrating that not anyone can rap and that white dudes have a bit of difficulty breaking into the arena. I hope a season two looms on the horizon, but, for the time being, $hamrock can be excited that his slightly-better-than mediocre rap offerings padded the holy rat shit outta his bank account.
posted by kenniebloggins at 11:48 PM

 
Yesterday was beastly in a number of ways. For some reason, school and I aren't unifying after the vacation week. I feel as if I'm struggling and have somehow, in a week's downtime, totally alienated myself from the students. During second period, there was a slight breakdown and a minute hint of student overthrow, but luckily, I'm a vet at this game, and I just warned them that I could make this class a very unpleasant learning environment for the next 12 weeks. We usually chill, so they relented. The rest of the day was spent going apeshit and trying to do too many things in an effort to get out of town on Thursday for my trip to New York. Also, I realized that I'm going to have to kick major derriere in my graduate courses in order to graduate on time. Furthermore, I'm teaching new material right now, so careful planning at school is a concern. Finally, my house looks like horseshit and is in need of a major cleaning and I hadn't bought any supplies or major groceries for approximately two months. My world was getting more and more claustrophobic by the minute, or so it seemed. So, here is a brief account of the frenetic day I had post-work yesterday.
a: I spent a little over an hour at school transcribing one of the interviews for my research paper.
b: I left and went to Walmart. I stocked up on the major supplies for the next month and bought some items for the trip to NYC. I didn't even have bath soap and had been using antibacterial hand soap for showering purposes for the past two weeks. I found an awesome deal- 16 bars of Irish Spring for $5.80. My ass will be clean as a whistle for the next few months, if nothing else improves.
c: By the time I left the Monroe Walmart, it was after 6:00 p.m., and the beautiful day was waning. I got home, unpacked the groceries and went for a thirty minute walk. It was dark, but shit, it just felt good to be outside.
d: checked my email and chatted with crogers and pswils. Went to the gyn for 30 minutes.
e: Came home and did a few dishes. By this time, it was 9:00 p.m. Shit, I then realized that I needed to go to Daily to get something for the Multicultural faculty lunch at school tomorrow.
f: Went to Daily and bought the supplies to make tabouli. Went home and ate some vegetarian vegetable soup and a veggie burger before making the tabouli. I put the tabouli into the fridge.
g: I set about the business of ridding the toxic mold from the ceiling of my bathroom. It was about 10:00 p.m. I put on latex gloves and pulled a stool into the bathroom. I also wore a dust mask to protect my respiratory system. After about 15 minutes, most of the mold was gone. I went outside, took off the mask and almost choked. I hate the smell of cleaning products, to say the very least. However, I felt somewhat accomplished at this point.
h: I folded some clothes and then went back into the kitchen to add cucumber, fresh parsley, tomatoes and lemon to the tabouli. I tried a small plate and it was pretty tasty.
I: I finally made it to bed. At this point it was 12:30 a.m.
And that chronicles my ultra-shitty, ultra-busy day.
Godspeed,
bloggins, gent.
posted by kenniebloggins at 10:15 AM

 
The remainder of the weekend engendered many activities, some grand, none awful and most lackadaisical, so I return to work pleased with myself and generally so with the world.

a: Okay, trip number two to Las Canchitas (the former Cafe Cuba) has rendered me incorrect in my pursuit to prove that the restaurant's menu is basically the same. Okay, mrs. brown, I concede here, though my first visit led me to my former mindset. During this visit, I had the seafood spaghetti (an improvement over the Cafe Cuba version) and pswils ordered some churros, while Caro may have poisioned herself with her meal (that is to be determined). Dudes, if you ever need a cheap dessert deal sealer with an impressive presentation, I'd opt for the churros.

b: Mistah F.A.B.'s "Ghostride It" is hilarious. I'm not into the hyphy subgenre of hip hop, but this song is by far a better track to do the damn dance to than 'Ghostride the Whip." Also, the song has the "Ghostbusters" music sampled through the whole song. Hopefully, I'll post it here.

c: Siri Thai is quickly becoming one of my favorite restaurants in Athens. My favorite dish at the current time is the tofu delight, which features tofu (fresh or fried) in a sweet/spicy sauce of cherry tomatoes and pineapples. Awesomeness.

d: The visitor puke counter in my apartment is up to three after the weekend. That's three pukers in two weeks (myself not included). Is this some sort of record.
e: My attempt to get everyone I had lunch with Saturday to go to Toppers and then to get body tats failed miserably.
f: 47 degress is cold of a water temperature for proper swimming. I found this out Monday at my parents' house. I think I was in and out of the pool in less than five seconds.
g: The Black Lips= awesome and Deerhoof= boring. I've tried to like Deerhoof for years, and, while somewhat enjoying the two records to which I've listened, there's not much there to love about the live show. even with the spinning light, everything gets old after a few minutes.
h: How long does it take pulled lats to mend?
i: East West still has the best Bloody Marys in Athens.
j: Good show on friday (Dr. Dog, Flip/Excalibrah). The eve was entertaining throughout, but I think Steve Stevens and the Steverino's may have even upped the performance ante at the afterparty.
k: If you want to be depressed and/or sick to your stomach, go look at the pit bulls at the Athens Area Humane Society.

l: Detour is pretty awesome and draws a more eclectic crowd than perhaps any other club in Athens. Ham One and Ave Nada being followed up by cheesy techno is a hard combo to match in a myriad of manners.
Godspeed,
bloggins, gent.
posted by kenniebloggins at 12:11 PM

 
i watch your eyes, they shift with doubt



i gathered up my shit and struck out to my favorite bloody mary bar - at which i only had one bloody - a bloody shame too, because afterwards i spent the better part of an hour wandering around my french hugenot neighborhood looking for a pastis that ultimately i would never find. i made it to doc's and bought a bottle. now i'm simmering in my kitchen. once i get that stool all will be right in the world. for now i stand, regarding you, with my drink, recarding me. rain and wrong can read your thoughts, they let them know where youth and laughter go.
posted by scarnsworth at 4:32 PM

 
i'm goin hungry!

i'm eating wasabi peas and i love them! in other news:


via i can has cheezburger?



those aren't anal warts, oh no. wasabi pea central!
posted by scarnsworth at 11:22 AM

 
Food Week begins...I'm on Winter Break from teaching, so I'll be eating out a great deal and hopefully reporting upon some of my experiences.
Bombay Cafe
Bombay cafe is now pretty much dead to me. Or, as my students from Brooklyn might say, "I dead them." Today, pswils and I went to try the lunch buffet. A Taste of India was closed, and it seemed that Bombay Cafe was ready to end its buffet as well. However, the waiter told us to help ourselves. We filled our plates and took our seats. After a bite of salad, I tried some lentils and some mutter paneer. Everything was cold in a "this food has been sitting here and getting cold for hours way" and not in a lukewarm way. Basically, cold Indian food is disgusting. I apologized to the owner, informed him that our food was cold. We hadn't paid yet, so we just left. I think Bombay Cafe is on the way out of the cold Indian food business. The restaurant has already lowered its prices in an obvious effort to attract business away from it A Taste of India, which is simply far better.
El Rey Del Taco
Tonight, as I was driving to Alabama to visit my family, I managed to meet JK, JF and W for dinner at El Rey Del Taco, a 24-hour Mexican Restaurant, located on Atlanta's amazing Buford Highway. I had a poblano pepper stufffed with shrimp. My meal came with rice, salad and a bowl of charros beans (I think charros must mean bacon because the beans had definitely been cooked in bacon and some other unidentifiable pork product. My pepper, which was basically a like a chile relleno, but stuffed with shrimp instead of meat or just cheese, was amazign and everyone else seemed pretty satisfied. W seemed to follow his trend of placing the most exotic order of the dining group. he opted for a a pumpkin flowers quesadilla and followed that up with a cactus quesadilla. None of us had the cajones to order the chitlins bowels burrito. Seriously, El Rey Del Taco may the most authentically Mexican restaurant at which I've ever dined. I totally recommend it to carnivores and non-militant vegetarians. Vegans should plan on ordering tap water.
posted by kenniebloggins at 2:31 AM

 
man bites shark!

Sydney - An Australian man attacked a shark with his bare hands after drinking copious amounts of vodka and deciding to turn the tables on one of nature's deadliest predators, it was reported on Friday.

this cat is a fucking hero. do yourself a favor and listen to this interview he did with the beeb. and you thought quint was a bad ass.
posted by scarnsworth at 1:57 PM

 
britney: shaved!
hi guys,
i'm blogging from brooklyn today. that's right! can you believe that britney is shaven? me either. it makes me want to shave myself. i don't want to read anything today, so i'm not going to write any more for you guys to read. i want to take a picture of my stomach so you can look at it, but i don't have the wherwithal to do that now. look at this picture instead:


posted by scarnsworth at 10:07 AM

 
please click to watch



happy friday all you scurvy scoundrels.
posted by scarnsworth at 10:59 AM

 
This was supposed to be a comment on the feverishundulation blog, but it was long enough and not just related specifically to Jen's liveblogging of the television program Lost. Rather, it's a practice of which I've always been puzzled.

This may seem asinine, but I'm always totally confused by liveblogging. I know it's been very popular for quite some time, but the practice of liveblogging is still foreign to me. It seems to benefit the people who've only seen the show, but then there's really no reason to read a liveblog if one has seen the program. When I read the liveblogs of pro football games on Deadspin, I always stop after a paragraph because it becomes obvious that the writer is so caught up in trying to provide a clever spin on the game that he (sometimes she, I guess, but doubt it) misses pretty much the point of the game. I always thought the point of watching television, whether sports or non news-related programs, was relaxation/enjoyment. I suppose some people watch news for enjoyment, too, but, granted, it's not the eat some Cheetos and smoke some purple kush kind of enjoyment that I yearn for when I situate myself in front of the tube. So, Does liveblogging defeat this purpose? I have no idea. Maybe I'm missing the point, but I'm pretty sure I'll never get it.
posted by kenniebloggins at 9:53 PM

 
A night school student in my second block comments upon our county-wide decision to call Black History Month Multicultural Celebration Month...

"It's still Black History Month. I mean, who do you know out here who's mixed?"

Yup. And moving on...
posted by kenniebloggins at 9:41 PM

 
Mystery puke
It was a strange night, indeed. The eve began in low-key fashion. I worked out for one hour and twenty minutes, came home, ate some Amy's faux spaghetti o's with soy meatballs and a fancy grilled cheese. I took a shower with only antibacterial handsoap to lather upon my nude body. I washed my hair as well. I use Tigi manipulator shampoo because it doesn't dry my hair out and provides plenty of body. When combined with the right amount of Tigi Catwalk, pomade, my hair can look incredible. However, I digress. I jumped out of the shower, put on my new Polo fleece hal-zip (navy, yellow stripes around the collar, yellow insignia) with hoodie pockets in the front. Put on my H&M stylishly crotchless (due to rippage) jeans and my newish white Converse Constars and set the evenings events into motion (meaning I cracked open a PBR). My shower was on the steaming side, and my body temperature was slightly off, so I had this totally queasy feeling that didn't subside until I had a Bloody Mary a couple of hours later. McGringo, A.T., Madame Comrade J-Ro, and S came over. We spent the eve shooting the shit and drinking. I still had the video projector, so we decided to watch Trapped in the Closet. I didn't know, until this vieweing session, that Omar from the Wire is the cop who is fucking Kells' wife and whose wife, Bridget, is getting the hambone from Big Man. I left halfway through to go get some mixer for the Vodka. I walked to the former Kangaroo on Chase, now a BP and bought two small bottles of Cranberry Juice, one bottle of orange juice and one of ruby red grapefruit. The guy behind the counter acknowledged my purchase with a super-Southern nasally, "Well, looks like somebody's drinkin' some Votka tonight." I confessed, paid and went about my merry business. I started getting very drunk when I began pouring Vodka drinks. We tried to watch the Weight meltdown (to no avail) and we shot the shit some more and watched a video projection MTV Jams. About 2:00 a.m., everyone headed home. Instead of going to bed, I went to a party. The party was aiiight, but I quit drinking. Upon returning home, I immediately fell into bed, clothed except for my sneakers and my jacket.

I woke up today at noon. My side felt like Brian Urlacher had laid some "Atawhatalicker" shit on me to take out his Post-Superbowl agressions. Or perhaps Ricky Manning Jr., paid me a visit during my slumber. My right side still hurts like hell to the point where I actually contemplated going to the Happy Spa to get a massage. No bruise exists, so I have no clue what I did to my right upper body below my rib cage. However, my side quickly became the least of my worries. As I began to get out of bed, I noticed that the sleeve of my new Polo was covered in food. Carrots and lettuce were stuck to it. I thought someone had dumped a bag of garbage on me, for I smelled like carrion. I got out of bed to see more carrots and some mushrooms on the floor. I took off my shirt and the back was covered in vomit. The sheet under me was soaked, but I had no vomit on the front of my shirt, nor did I have the taste of vomit in my mouth. Actually, I didn't even have a hangover. Further inspection revealed that the bottom of my comforter was also hurled upon and there was a bit of vomit on the floor. Even further inspection revealed that the food was not the food I had consumed. I was and still continue to be perplexed. I did not vomit in my bed, on top of the duvet and under the sheets, but someone did. I came home alone, so it has to be one of the five people at my house. I'm not mad about the sitaution and find it quite humorously mystlical, but, really, who puked in Kenniebloggins' bed?
posted by kenniebloggins at 3:29 PM

 
give me that beer dennis the menace. let mr. wilson show you how it's done.

it's 1:32 on a saturday afternoon and i'm stark naked standing in my dark kitchen (which looks like something out of saw by the way) sucking down a yeungling and cruising the internet looking for the dumbest shit i can possibly turn up. you know what i call that? lunchtime! ahhh bachelor life..
posted by scarnsworth at 1:31 PM

 
ripple

hi dudes, i was writhing on the couch last night gripped in a night terror when i shook myself awake, and, soaking wet, began watching an episode of sanford and son on nick at nite. (i had been getting some cosby love earlier and the ep featured a young denise so i fell asleep.) anyway, fred and lamont were on a plane going to st. louis to pick up a sum of $ left to fred by his recently deceased uncle (who he would later call a "clown with a peanut shaped head" that "makes a puddle in the top of it when it rains", but that's neither here nor there.) the stewardess comes by and says, "can i get you gentlemen a drink" and fred, being nervous as shit because this is his first flight, pipes up and says "yeah, i'll have a fifth of ripple."
i nearly fell off the goddam couch.
flash forward to this morning where i'm watching the wood and i'll be damned if they don't mention ripple! it's a sign! andyway, here are some photos of what i HOPE my goddam weekend is like:
also, listen to this awesome soundbite



also! look at rollo in pic #2! motherfucking rollo!
posted by scarnsworth at 11:26 AM

 
really satisfies

so i'm sure all or most of you have heard by now about the SCANDAL going on in commercialville over the advert in which two men pull a 'lady and the tramp' and eat a snickers end to end until they smooch each other. it's funny! but not to gay people. they are up in arms because they say it reinforces homophobia in the populace. aw bah humbug to that! i think it is funny. it tickles me. this article sheds light on a different effect of the ad citing a "Spike in Sodomy by Candy Bar". interesting!
while we are on the subject, let's just imagine if you will what effect the commercial would have had had it been two women sucking down that candy bar! give me a sesame seed!! holy toledo! the spike in fecalphilia around the nation would have been more than our little society could bear and i'm sure of it!
(i was going to try to be funny and post a pic of pew on here so i did some searching for "turds" and "poop" in our old pal google image and was so thoroughly revolted i'm just going to end this post and go watch maury. for laughs you guys should check the results for a google image search of fecalphilia.)
posted by scarnsworth at 10:24 AM

 
these peanuts i'm eating cost 59 cents

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posted by scarnsworth at 11:09 AM

 
A recap of the way in which things transpired this blustery weekend...

My weekend, depite a bout with yet another sinus infection went along quite swimmingly and, for nothing other than a bout with insomnia at the moment, I feel nothing but dandyasssedness thoughts and feelings. So, here goes...
Friday
a: I awoke Friday morning with an incredible sinus headace and slogged my way to NHS. School was great and the kids behaved well, which is uncommon given the fact that it was early release and Friday and they all should have been clamoring to get their b-balllin', smokin', partyin', mall walkin', hangin' out in parking lots, robbbin' goin on for the weekend.
b: Didn't get much done during the early release afterglow and I missed my first interview ith a student for my research project due to the fact that I was laying a double rounder around the lower rim of the faculty rest room's porcelain pagoda.
c: I left school and met Pswils at TJ Max. We then traveled to Aderhold where I picked up a video projector and large screen for my yearly football party.
d: I went home and Pswils tried to hook up the projector to the television. No dice. Then we remembered that we used a vcr for the game last year and decided to just hook it up through thedvd player. Voila'. Shit worked copacetically.
e: Went to dinner at Siri Thai with jf and pswils. The shrimp tum yum soup and the tofu delight were awesome. I was totally feeling better at this point for the first time since this morning.
f: Pswils and I hung out and watched a video projection of Wasssup Rockers. I took a brief nap and began getting even more sick because my neighbor's boyfriend was smoking weed and using incense to cover the smell (or at least I figured that to be the reason for the incense.) Pswils and I are totally allergic so, basically, she left and then I took a shower and prepared to Dj at go during Dan Geller's 30 minutes of shame proposal. I was only picking songs for 15 minutes, so I packed lightly.
g: I showed up during Eddie's set, which consisted of lots of Britpop and newer pop stuff of which I'm not familar. The next dj played German house music and did a fine job of making me realize that my hell will probably consist of an eternity of German house music. It didn't help that I was standing by the dj booth/area talking with Bunny and Everett about Beyonce and kung fu movies.
h: Lindsey (DJ Muff) and I went on 8 minutes late due to some ungodly long house song, and she started things out by playing E-40. People began dancing, so I was encouraged. It was just after mindnight, so I decided to let if fly by playing the remix of "Walk it Out" featuring Andre 3000 and Jim Jones. Crowd was loving it. Two lesbians were grindin' near the bar and some nerdy renditions of the snap dance were taking place on the dance floor. I sipped my PBR and Lindsey followed my hit up with "What You Know" and the dance floor ate it up. I said what the fuck, and gave em' a double shot of Jim Jones with "We Fly High." Again people were gettin' down, so we were both stoked to the gills. Lindsey tossed in a twist by playing "No Diggity," so I followed with Clipse's "Wamp Wamp. Again awesomeness. She decided to play "Pimpin' All Over the World," and I had no choice but to match it with "Big Pimpin." Dan came up and said it was our last song, and Lindsey told him to back the fuck off. She was playin' "Sunshine," and that's how we closed out our totally solid dj set. DJ Vinal was next, and then Mark T had the room basically cumming all over the place when he just slayed a 30-minute set of disco classics that nobody knew but had enough fucking groove to set everyone off. Go was totally packed and Mark T slayed in proper fashion. Chris Krush girl finsihed off the night and I accompanied Dan and Lindsey to an after-party that happened to be at the German house deejays pad. Small town. Homeboy was still djing that house shit and grinning orgasmatically as he did so. We beat it the fuck outta there after I drained the lizard in the back yard, downed my beer and then snagged one for the road. The next night, I heard rumors of a topless coke party in the bathroom, but I missed that one for sure. Got home, dragged my ass inside, finished the brew and fell asleep promptly on the couch
Saturday
a: I woke up with an extremely awful sinus headache and headed to Hot Corner for coffee. I walked around a bit, and talked to my pops. I took his advice and made the executive decision to go to the doctor.
b: I was really feeling like shit at this point, and then I remembered Caro was coming for a visit. I called and told her the sitch, but encouraged her to come. She said she would wait. The afternoon was a blur, for the most part, and it included an awesome Power Builder at RuSan's, a trip to the doctor, stealing Pswils keys from her purse, a shot of dexameth, confirmation of the sinus infection, and the holy grail of Southern scripts, a fucking half-pint of lean. I was stoked because I had already procured some prometh when I had my vomiting fits back in December. My mood immediately lightened and though it was most likely due to the roids in my hip, I had visions of sizzurp prancing inside my dome. But that's for next week if the bottle ain't gone by then.
c: Pswils and I headed to Walmart and I got my prescription filled. I almost bought the first season of Miami Vice on dvd and then decided to wait for a couple of weeks. No need to start spending like crazy. Caro called and said she was in front of my house, so we beat it home after I paid for my prescription, bought some jolly ranchers, Emergen-C, generic vapor rub and gummy bears. I was set for the duration of the cold.
d: Caro, pswils and I chilled in the living room for a while and watched a bit of Houseguest(until Caro complained and made me turn.) Then we watched some Curb Your Enthusiasm throughCharter's On Demand service. I laughed my ass off and pswils and Caro thought I was fucking around, but I wasn't. Shit was hilarious as a dickload of monkeys.
e: Pswils set my ringtone to "Walk it Out," which happens to be my first successful song ring tone purchase. The problem is that I start dancing every time my phone rings and people probably think I'm crazy when this happens.
f: We tried to go to dinner at Red Rooster, but the menu options were so pathetci that we payed for our beers and went elsewhere. We ate at The Globe and all had chili. Pswils and I had the special which was chili (we had vegan) a grilled cheese and fries. I also had two PBRs. Caro had beef and bean chili and a side salad. I was feeling better and the night was off to a good start. We left, hit the packy, stocked up for the night and the Superbowl party. Caro and I parted ways with pswils and headed to Vision. We rented Idiocracy and that Towns Van Zandt documentary. J-Ro and A.T. came over and we chatted, drank, listened to reggae and the Temptations' Psychedelic Soul record. They left at 1:15 and we went to Go. Caro and I danced a couple of numbers, and after a couple more beers and properly charged knots, we headed back to my pad where we hal-watched the documentary and drank some more. Caro took a big swig of lean. and I took nips from a half pint of Jim Beam I had bought to help with my sickness. Around 4:00 a.m.,m Caro told me to stop drinking, so I complied and headed to my room for bed. I was satisfied with the world, despite my sickness, and I slept well throughout the night.
Super Bowl Sunday
Super Bowl Sunday always seems promising, and I woke up without a hangover and feeling much better due to yesterday's shot of rolds. I headed back to Hot Corner and talked to dad and Rip on the cell phone. I went home and Caro was awake on the couch but not seeming ready for action. I told her I was going to the gym for a light workout and we decided on Harry Bissett's for our brunch locale. I called jf, pswils, j-ro and A.T. to tell them the plan. I could tell that A.T. and J-Ro were basically out from the get-go, pswils was hesitant and JF was totally jazzed at the idea. I enjoyed a nice light workout for an hour and then headed home and showered. Brunch at Bissett's was amazing. I had the fresh catch,w hich was mahi mahi, thibodeux (which means with etoufee on top, blackened, with a side of cheese grits and the side special which was an awesome squash and red pepper casserole. JF and I also split the Bissett's sampler which is six oysters (three Rockerfeller and three Bienville) and these too were great. After a spicy Bloody Mary and a Miller Light, I was feeling like Bocephus. In other words, I was Ready For Some Football. The remainder of the afternoon consisted of getting ready for the Super Bowl, watching the game, eating way too many wings, buffalo wing dip, edamame and six layer dip, drinking a few cool ones, trying Buh-Buh Buxton's whiskey slush, losing arguments about football in Florida to the Bow-Man, cheering when Devin Hester ran the opening kickoff back, not really caring who won, trying to keep Jimmy Griggs from turning away from the game in favor of the Puppy Bowl, being blown away by Prince's halftime performace with the FAMU Marching 100 band. and generally having a good time. The Colts won of course and Grossman got worse and worse as the gae progressed. I didn't care who won as long as the game wasn't a blowout. After everone left, I accidentally locked myself out of my house. I stood in the cold, coughing until my landlord's ex-husband brought me the wrong key to my apartment. Finally, she brought me the right key and I went inside to clean up a bit to end the weekend. Overall, the weekend was laid back, depite much activity, and the sickness couldn't lower my spirits. It was awesome to hang out with Caro, but my only complaint was that I missed Yo La Tengo due to my laziness regarding ticket purchases. I wsn't feeling up to the drive and standing for several hours, so I guess it ws fortuitious that I didn't have tickets. I'm sure a 14th (or maybe it's 16th) time of seeing Yo La Tengo is probably still do-able. I also regret not doing any grad school work, but I'm taking this semester in stride. Toodles for now,
bloggins, gent.
posted by kenniebloggins at 11:41 PM

 
reign in blood



nothing like settling down on a nice saturday evening to catch up on some ironing while listening to everyone's favorite - slayer! that's right, after a long afternoon of internet porn and 2 dollar champagne, it's time to act like a grown up and do a chore.
i spent the bottom part of the afternoon stretched out on my leather couch in my shorts with the windas open listening to the autumnal sounds of ariel pink's haunted graffiti while watching the walls go from blue to grey to black taking in the evening chill, but now i'm impregnated with ambition. yes, the ambition to iron.
after seeing 'inland empire' last night and watching that rabbit iron it made me realize that as a human i should at least get some shirts ready for work.
maybe i should be listening to something other than slayer. like iron maiden.
it's exactly how i imagine the taliban to spend their saturday evening. those faggots!
posted by scarnsworth at 8:29 PM

 
what's going on in belarus! dateline: boston!



alert blogger darkness notes that the woolly scamp who posted those bombs all over boston yesterday is actually a "political refugee" from europe's last dictatorship, belarus!
yes, his mother still actually lives over there in belarus. how about that!
by the way, i love this misunderstanding! meaning the one that happened yesterday with the bombs and the guerilla advertisements!
posted by scarnsworth at 10:45 AM

 
I'm deejaying tomorrow night for 15 minutes at Go. It's some sort of ploy constructed by Dan Gellar to get people into the bar before 1:45 a.m. My friend DJ Muff and I will begin promptly at midnight, and I promise to play the heaviest hittin' Southern jams to ever be played at Go since the last time I deejayed there.
posted by kenniebloggins at 9:36 AM

 
Super Bowl Shuffle

Okay guys, I've decided to host yet another super Bowl shindig, complete with a video projection of the game, wangs, my own veggie chili and some brews. If you wanna come, then do so. Bring a snack and your bevvy of choice. I'm taking it down notches, since my teams ain't playing. However, if the Bears happen to win, Ricky Manning will post a moral victory against all the nerds of the world. Viva Le Ogre!
posted by kenniebloggins at 9:32 AM