INKSTAND

I found this at a thrift store for $4. I’m certainly not planning a trip or anything, but I don’t have a real suitcase. This thing is so cool I couldn’t pass it up. Plaid is one of my favorite colors.
Today I had the brilliant Idea to look inside any pockets to see if there were any left over treasures. I found a couple of things. First, a clothespin and some safety pins:

Then a bar of soap from Travelodge, circa god knows when.

The best thing was this: The original key to the lock on the zipper! it says “presto” on it.

Man, I’m glad I bought this.

It’s 90 proof as opposed to the usual 80 proof whiskey, for a bout two bucks more. Witht he help of a couple neighbors I finished the bottle last night. I’m very glad that Stephanie’s sister made us all a ton of spaghetti, which was awesome. I had two rather large plates. If it wasn’t for that I probably would’ve gotten really sick.
This whiskey is also probably the reason some people got some very long emails from me last night. Nothing bad, just rambling.
Yeah, I like this whiskey.

I had to throw this explanation from Joe Mathlete Explains Todays Marmaduke in because it might be the best one I’ve seen. Not only does it use my name (apparently owner-man’s name is Phil), Marmadukes writer has stumped Joe. As he has me. What the fuck is going on? We can only assume Marmaduke has an elevator in his doghouse, but that alone is absurd if only because it’s not like a trademark for Marmaduke. You know, like how Garfiled likes lasanga. I’m certainly not trying to explain this cartoon since Joe MAthlete can’t, nor will I ever try to do so. I won’t mention this blog again.

This is a sweet one, the hazlenut is a nice touch. While sweet beers can be a little overbearing, this one’s not too bad. I think one 22oz bottle is enough for one sitting. The best thing about it is that the guy on the bottle looks like me. Because I’m so handsome, I drink it all then try to make out with myself. But the $4.99 price screams “high maintenence.”

First of all, I hate dancing. Secondly, I didn’t know discos still existed. The other night some friends of friends were going to 80’s dance night and invited me along. Dancing? The eighties? What posessed me? Probably the fact that I was already drunk. And as much as I don’t like dancing, I’ve learned that if I have enough booze in me I can keep at it for a while. My ankles just get tired because the only dance I know is the twist.
So Neighbors’ entrance is in an alleyway. This was kind of creepy, but when I hung out there to smoke, I kind of felt like a hoodlum. There’s a huge dance floor and people dance. I guess that’s what’s supposed to happen. I didn’t know if it was a gay joint at first, becasue the crowd seemed pretty mixed. I suppose dance clubs attract fags like flies to shit anyway, but I looked it up an it is a gay joint. The atmosphere was pretty relaxed, which was really cool. I tend to feel out of place in most gay bars for some reason.
I think the best part about it was that there was this spot in the back behind a glass wall with a couple couches and tables and stuff, so you could get away from the mostly shitty music that was playing. Ok, it wasn’t all that bad, but while there I DID realize that George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex” makes me want to peel my skin off with a pair of pliers. I just now remembered (i was drunk!) having a rolling chair fight with one of the other guys. I’m suprised they didn’t get mad at us about that. I was beyond caring, it was fun.
So, I don’t know what the cover was, but that would probably be a determining factor in whether i go there or not again.

I worte this on my old blog after it was moved over here, so it got stuck in limbo.

Why did it take me so long to hear this album. I mean, everyone should own it, and by that token, I should’ve heard it by now. I bought it used wich means some douche-bag actually SOLD it! I want to ask this album to the prom, date during college, have a trial speration while we experiment then get back together get married and have two kids. It’s that good.

Spoiler warning: I’m going to give the end of this book away in this review. I was thinking about how I never read, and thought about this awesome book I read in high school. It’s about a little girl who kills a few people. Her dad is away on buisness or something and the mother sees these odd things happening and is driven quite mad, growing to depise her evil daughter.
They made an equally cool movie of the book in the 60’s, however they added the typical happy Hollywood ending. In the book, The mom poisons the little girl before shooting herself in the head. The little girl survives, the mother does not. In the movie however, they both survive and then the little girl is struck by lightning. Both are very cool.
geeze, I had to make a “books” category just for this post.

The first time I tried this beer, I thought it tasted like cardboard, but in a good way. Like the way the boxes to the board games smelled at my grandma’s house. It no longer tastes like that, I think I’ve adapted to it. It’s sweet and tasty, but at $4.99 for a twelve ounce bottle, it’s not meant for chugging. Luckily we carry it at my work. I’ll say no more about that.
I also really like the label, although this image doesn’t represent it very well. It’s much nicer in real life. It looks like someone in a Godzilla Movie from the 60’s would be drinking it.

These things are horrendous. Not only do they block aisles of grocery stores and take up the entire sidewalk, they hold not one, but two screaming maggots who will grow up into people that I hate. The only people who should have these are people who have twins. If your child is not old enough to efficiently walk on it’s own, don’t go popping out another one. You have a good stretch of at least twenty years to have healthy babies, why have them so close together? Because it’s easier for your career? Great, you’re selfish AND a baby factory.
ahh…maybe I’m just jealous becaue the existence of babies supports a rumor I keep hearing that people actually have sex.

-People have compared it to The Usual Suspects. I haven’t seen it. Maybe I should, Kevin Spacey, it’s got to be good.
-The interiors in this movie were great. At first I thought they were too stylized and lame, but later on these absurd wall paper designs made me finally want to buy my own house and decorate it.
-Lucy Liu is pretty good at playing a cute normal girl who’s not a bitch or a badass.
-Now I know why Bruce Willis has gotten all these hard-boiled stone-faced roles as he’s gotten older. He can’t act.
-Josh Hartnet spent a whol lot of time in just a towel. I didn’t care. I am the world’s worst queer.
-The story line was good, but towards the end, in a flashback, we see the catalyst that sets the whole movie up. This scene involving Willis and a ten-year-old boy reeks of formulaic hollywood tripe. It has no style, is poorly acted, goes against character for Willis, and is just lame.
-I was appalled by the 4:20 reference in the very last shot where a radio announcer says: “It’s twenty minutes past four…” This is not, however, as pathetic as the numerous 4:20 references in Gremlins 2. I can think of two right off the top of my head.
-It was good , you should see it.