Friday, November 19, 2004

T Minus 29 And Counting

A big happy birfday to Jackie the Mick. At the quarter-century mark he has a kid and a wife who's way out of his league.


Twenty-nine days to go `til it's time for the Ball. Four years and still going strong. Theme: Gods and Goddessesses. Let's take a moment to remember PBalls gone by, shall we?

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The ever-sociable Blatz

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That's one sexy lady

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Francesco getting down

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See something you like, fella? Me and him's gonna have some words this time round. She's my propertah!

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Hot shit. Not technically PBall, but why quibble?

Thanks to FJ for letting me snake some of her pitters. Once again she proves herself to be the awesome.

And because it's his birfday, here's a pic of Jackie with a boner. As he stands next to a redneck.

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Saturday, November 13, 2004

Yearning for ink yet again

Me want new tattoo.

So, I've been looking around on the Al Gore Memorial Superhighway, and I've found some pretty cool pieces.

Given my predeliction for the nekkid/near-nekkid ladies, I wouldn't mind something like this:

(by Rodney Raines at ACE Custom Tattoo)

or this

(also by Rodney Raines)

But Jackie has made the point, and it's well-taken, that I probably don't want to be a walking nudie mag. Unless I start landing interviews with important people and A-list authors start submitting their original fiction. Then it'd be okay to be a nudie mag. Then I'd be "classy."

So looking around some more, I found these, which are rad but in a less skeezy way:

(by Chris Stuart at ACE Custom Tattoo)

(by Rodney Raines)

As I've mentioned before, I really like the updated-classical style of tattooing. Not exclusively by any means, it's just in the top five. Styles not in the top five include tribal, Asian pictographs (link via my.bicycle), celtic, and tribal. And yes, tribal does need to be said twice.

And to show I'm not only thinking of myself, here's something for Jackie:

(by Joe Capobianco)

And something for Neko:

(also by Joe Capobianco)

I'm still working on stuff for Non-Scarlett GF, FJ, and Cyborg Squirrel, but worry not, something will be found.

I've also seen some cool things that aren't all that practical for me. For example, "Cat Fight" by Mr. Capobianco:

A very cool concept, but a little too much for me.

So, yeah, that's all I have to say, really. I wish I knew of some inkers in the greater DC area, but my friends around here don't seem to be much for permanent body modification. Pity, really.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Quiz Posts Are Ghey

That being said:

You are StrongBad. You hate everyone, especially
HomeStar. Your e-mails and prank calls are
hilarious. You're my favorite character.
Don't worry what everone else thinks because hey, they are
all "crap for brains".

What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures)
brought to you by Quizilla

This quiz from Sangria Is Satan's Sauce. SiSS is a hot chick who types dirty. And does Homestar quizzes.

I'd like to take a moment to thank all the men and women who served in America's many wars and "police actions" and had the good sense not to die. Because of you, I have the day off today.

You are True American Heroes.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

What Does It Look Like When Two Subway Trains Collide?

This is what it looks like.

Those few nonexistent readers of mine in the DC area know all about this, but the three other people who read this don't. So here we go.

There I was, covered in motoroil...

Oops, wrong story.

There I was, riding the train, minding my own business, checking out the AU student wearing the fuck-me boots. All of the sudden: CRASH, BANG, CRUNCH. Pandemonium. Tourists running everywhere, sure that our nefariously dark-skinned foes, the Freedom Haters, had delivered more of their freedom-hating wrath just to ruin their trip from Buttfuck, Nebraska, to the seat of all that is French. I mean Free.

What did Chulius do? Did he panic, screaming like a four-year-old with a skinned knee? Hell naw. I ripped open my Brooks Brothers knock-off shirt, tore away the pack of Camel non-filters I keep taped to my chest at all times, and fired not one but two of them sumbitches up. In situations like these, the oldest wisdom is still the best:

Smoke `em if you got `em.

Actually, I was at work. But I've been telling people that story all day.

Getting home was fun, though. Waited for the L2 bus that never came. A bus that said "Out of Service" eventually stopped, and I got the distinct impression that the bus driver just decided that she was one of the shuttles going from Farragut North to Van Ness, and therefore would pick some people up and tell others that she wasn't picking up in a completely random fashion. I'm certainly not complaining since I got where I was going. Still, it all seemed rather haphazard.

All of yesterday's and this morning's mass transit related events have led me to one conclusion: If some sort of disaster, natural or otherwise, were to befall the Metro, we are all well-fucked. Hope you told your wife and kids you loved them this morning `cause Daddy ain't making it home. There should be a big arch over every Metro station entrance that says "Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here" just so everyone fully appreciates what they're getting themselves into.

Probability-wise, it's unlikely that an accident resulting in death or dismemberment will occur in the Metro. But if it does, at least it'll make for an awesome story involving fuck-me boots and Camel non-filters.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

You Heard It Here First!

from gizmodo