Ugh. I hate it when you clean off in the shower, get out, and start sweating immediately because of all the humidity in your closet-sized bathroom.
New Ben Kenny man rule: If it's above 85 degrees, I'm free balling. You know, "going commando." Basically, I'm opening the windows and letting the wind go through my loins.
Plotting my return to the day shift for the month of July. I'm looking forward to eating breakfast before eleven in the morning again.
In case you're racist, or just want to vote for someone with an actual agenda that makes sense, Ron Paul is still running.
I'm super excited about attending Pittsburgh Pride this year. I missed it last year. Few things on this earth, that are non sexual in nature, are more fun than attending a Pride parade! Except for maybe watching this...
There are 10.2 million views of the above clip. There's no way ten million people watched that clip, I'd say more like a million people watched it 10.2 times each. Sad, lonely, pathetic fuckheads like me and now, you.
This is too rad for words. Get out of your computer chair and DANCE!!!
Technologic - Daft Punk
Hosting at Slapsticks Saturday. I'm looking forward and pushing through, getting stronger. Let's take some artistic risks.
Hot indeed.-BK
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
I don't care.
Very hot. Very, very hot. It is not cool to wake up covered in sweat. Not cool. I might take to sleeping in the basement.
Working on Saturday night is something I don't often do. I remember why now. Because it's Saturday night, and I could be doing something else. Gee, I am not smart.
I've abandoned my Peter Murphy concert attendance plans in order to save finances in anticipation of Nine Inch Nails shows this summer. I'm hoping to hit Cleveland, Philadelphia, and maybe Colorado. Sleeping in the car. Rock and roll. I really want to see this tour because I have an inkling there won't be many more.
This is Josh Freese. He plays drums in the live incarnation of Nine Inch Nails. He plays the drums better and more naturally than most people breath and walk. He hits very hard. He brings the thunder. He has played on more than 200 records, and is considered a member of three separate bands. He's one of the main reasons I will be seeing NIN this summer. Incredible musicianship. There is even a rumor that he is capable of playing "The Perfect Drug" which is very gnarly. We shall see.
Christopher Meloni is pretty damn awesome. Besides kicking pedophile ass on NBC, he also raped dudes on a little show called Oz, which was really cool. Here he is being funny:
Wet Hot American Summer. Nobody saw this movie, which is a shame, as it's hilarious in ways Adam Sandler movies can only hope to be.
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. Neil Patrick Harris was the big scene stealer, but Meloni was fantastic.
"hey randy!
what?
the devil!
huh?
the devil is everywhere!"
I was discussing this video and song online with an Indian girl(she actually lives in India) with whom I occasionally play chess. This is an extremely well made video, from an extremely excellent album, from an EXTREMELY underrated band, Hole. I saw them play with Marilyn Manson and I was rather surprised at their ass kicking abilities. Courtney Love certainly catches a lot of shit, some deserved, and some not so deserved, but one thing is certain. She is a more than capable front lady and songwriter. Also, Melissa Auf der Maur was in this band. Mmmm... tasty!
Hole-Malibu
I smell like burly.
Let's go get some pizza, brother from another family.-BK
Working on Saturday night is something I don't often do. I remember why now. Because it's Saturday night, and I could be doing something else. Gee, I am not smart.
I've abandoned my Peter Murphy concert attendance plans in order to save finances in anticipation of Nine Inch Nails shows this summer. I'm hoping to hit Cleveland, Philadelphia, and maybe Colorado. Sleeping in the car. Rock and roll. I really want to see this tour because I have an inkling there won't be many more.
This is Josh Freese. He plays drums in the live incarnation of Nine Inch Nails. He plays the drums better and more naturally than most people breath and walk. He hits very hard. He brings the thunder. He has played on more than 200 records, and is considered a member of three separate bands. He's one of the main reasons I will be seeing NIN this summer. Incredible musicianship. There is even a rumor that he is capable of playing "The Perfect Drug" which is very gnarly. We shall see.
Christopher Meloni is pretty damn awesome. Besides kicking pedophile ass on NBC, he also raped dudes on a little show called Oz, which was really cool. Here he is being funny:
Wet Hot American Summer. Nobody saw this movie, which is a shame, as it's hilarious in ways Adam Sandler movies can only hope to be.
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. Neil Patrick Harris was the big scene stealer, but Meloni was fantastic.
"hey randy!
what?
the devil!
huh?
the devil is everywhere!"
I was discussing this video and song online with an Indian girl(she actually lives in India) with whom I occasionally play chess. This is an extremely well made video, from an extremely excellent album, from an EXTREMELY underrated band, Hole. I saw them play with Marilyn Manson and I was rather surprised at their ass kicking abilities. Courtney Love certainly catches a lot of shit, some deserved, and some not so deserved, but one thing is certain. She is a more than capable front lady and songwriter. Also, Melissa Auf der Maur was in this band. Mmmm... tasty!
Hole-Malibu
I smell like burly.
Let's go get some pizza, brother from another family.-BK
Friday, June 6, 2008
Villa Reale
Show went awkwardly tonight. It was alright though. In Pittsburgh, you take what you can get. Unfortunately, I got severely thrown off course and terminated my set before I did much more damage to my psyche. It was one of the worst sets I've done in Pittsburgh. I guess that's how it is. The ebb and flow of comedy is such a bitch to deal with. This was probably the most I'd wanted to get drunk since I gave up drinking a few weeks ago now. I was so close to ordering a beer. So fucking close. I am mad at myself for wearing shorts, wearing a shirt with a business on it, and for failing in general. The four mile bike ride and sweat did not help things either.
This is Bill Blair. It's Bill's fourth time doing stand-up. Bill Blair is very, very, very funny. He has a great connection with the crowd, and a very laid back, cool style of delivery. I guess you could describe his comedy as "smooth."
I hope Bill sticks with it, because we don't have enough comics of his age and race. I'm not saying old and African American, I'm saying either. This town needs more diversity in it's comedians. 70% of us seem to be in our twenties, white, and of similar socioeconomic backgrounds. Now back to the show...
Greg Gerken is pretty funny. I'd seen him around a few times but never paid his comedy much attention. After tonight, I will start to watch him throw down. That's what Greg did tonight, he threw down. He came out after I ate shit and turned the room into his bitch. Great crowd work.
Mitch Mekulsia is new to Pittsburgh, and is still getting a little used to the lack of energy and attention a lot of our crowds are famous for. I really like to watch Mitch, because as a veteran and a smart comic, his routine is truly original and well put together.
The host and organizer was none other than world famous local comic Steve Swanson. He was hosting, so he did not do a full set, but he was funny while he was up.
After the show, Steve asked if I wanted to go with him to see moe. play a free show a few blocks from the venue. We caught the last half hour or so. I'd never seen moe. before, but I'd heard a bit about them. Not my particular taste in music, but very tight onstage. Their audience seems to be mostly undergraduates smoking pot, none of whom shared any with Steve, which made him very, very sad. There was enough scraggly facial hair and torn clothing at this show to give Pittsburgh's homeless a chance to look around and feel "normal." Come to think of it, I should have taken a picture.
I gotta work tomorrow, in the morning. Goddamn it.
Strange, sweaty, socially awkward things are afoot at the Circle K.
You're in the Strip District.-BK
He eats Funyuns all the time.
I recently switched to Old Spice brand body wash. On it's own, that fact is not very newsworthy. However, I have been using Mitchum brand deodorant. Together, these two give off an incredibly manly scent. So what's the big deal, what's the kicker, you ask? Well, later, when I wake up, I'm seriously considering buying some Brut brand cologne. One day, when time travel is perfected(you know it already exists as well as I do) I will travel back to the year 1972 A.D. and I will simultaneously fistfight Lee Marvin, Charles Bronson, and Steve McQueen. I will steal the Bullitt Mustang from Steve McQueen and drink whiskey from a flask I took from Lee Marvin, who took it from a kraut he beat to death with brass knuckles during the war. When Charles Bronson regains consciousness, I'll tell him that three Death Wish films are pushing it, and four and five are just sad. What? You already learned about that in Pop Culture class at your liberal arts college? Well then, I've fucking done it!
I really am going to wear all three scents in the near future. When I walk through Oakland(shitty Pittsburgh Oakland, not California Oakland, which is rather shitty too) ironic flowers on the porches of student tenements will whither and die, women will gain 20 pounds and smoke Virginia Slims, and the steel mills will all reopen.
I was going to hyperlink some of the above products and people, but if you don't know who or what they are, there is nothing I can do for you. Kill yourself, but try to kill Miley Cyrus in the process. I don't necessarily want her dead, I just want to be entertained.
Bruce Campbell endorses Old Spice. If it's fuckin' good enough for Bruce Campbell, it's fuckin' good enough for me. Probably too good for you, the reader, though. You see, Mr. Campbell and Mr. Kenny are pretty tough, badass dudes.
These four guys could hang with Bruce and myself.
This guy would be welcome as well.
See, I told you didn't have what it takes.
My balls filed a report from the field earlier. According to them, it's quite humid.
Dancing was a non-thing today. Dead floor.
Well, Philly is just gonna have to blow me.-BK
I really am going to wear all three scents in the near future. When I walk through Oakland(shitty Pittsburgh Oakland, not California Oakland, which is rather shitty too) ironic flowers on the porches of student tenements will whither and die, women will gain 20 pounds and smoke Virginia Slims, and the steel mills will all reopen.
I was going to hyperlink some of the above products and people, but if you don't know who or what they are, there is nothing I can do for you. Kill yourself, but try to kill Miley Cyrus in the process. I don't necessarily want her dead, I just want to be entertained.
Bruce Campbell endorses Old Spice. If it's fuckin' good enough for Bruce Campbell, it's fuckin' good enough for me. Probably too good for you, the reader, though. You see, Mr. Campbell and Mr. Kenny are pretty tough, badass dudes.
These four guys could hang with Bruce and myself.
This guy would be welcome as well.
See, I told you didn't have what it takes.
My balls filed a report from the field earlier. According to them, it's quite humid.
Dancing was a non-thing today. Dead floor.
Well, Philly is just gonna have to blow me.-BK
Thursday, June 5, 2008
We are sleeping, oh, we are sleeping.
The Pittsburgh Penguins didn't win the Stanley Cup. I am very bummed, n'at. Or something.
Good thing we have other stuff besides athletic teams and low property values. I mean, we are the sootiest city in America. Take that, you Motor City fuck! Take that, Southern California! We won through stagnation and inactivity, something we seem to be very good at, when we're not coaching hockey from our barstools/desk chairs, later to waddle drunk, with bellies full of finger food to the car, that is.
I've been super heavy into Tool's Lateralus album this week. I like to sit and listen to the drumming. It's fantastic. I recommend you take some time to listen to Tool, if you haven't already. Listen though. Just listen. Really. Listen. To. The. Music. To the composition. To the flow. To perfection!
They have always been artists as well as musicians. Not artists in a pretentious rockstar way either. They create, design, and direct their own videos, and never bother to show themselves, because they understand that they function as a whole. This is why their lead singer sings from beside the drummer during their shows, instead of being centerstage. It's about the unit, the composition. Their genius is so vast some can't even recognize and/or acknowledge it. No one sounds like them. No one ever has. No one ever will.
This is "Parabola" It is ten minutes of sonic perfection. Listen! Focus!!! LISTEN.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
---
I've taken to eating with my shirt off, as a way to dissuade myself from eating too much, and also, to better regulate the amount of pop I consume through the shame of negative body image Pavlovian conditioning. The other customers at the McKnight Road Taco Bell are usually too polite to say anything. The end goal is the replacement of self-loathing with complete narcissism. It's gonna take a me a good long while, but I'm committed.
It was hot today. Not really. It was humid, but because I went to public school, I often think they are the same thing.
I'm a Company man, I don't give a fuck! Let's do it!-BK
Good thing we have other stuff besides athletic teams and low property values. I mean, we are the sootiest city in America. Take that, you Motor City fuck! Take that, Southern California! We won through stagnation and inactivity, something we seem to be very good at, when we're not coaching hockey from our barstools/desk chairs, later to waddle drunk, with bellies full of finger food to the car, that is.
I've been super heavy into Tool's Lateralus album this week. I like to sit and listen to the drumming. It's fantastic. I recommend you take some time to listen to Tool, if you haven't already. Listen though. Just listen. Really. Listen. To. The. Music. To the composition. To the flow. To perfection!
They have always been artists as well as musicians. Not artists in a pretentious rockstar way either. They create, design, and direct their own videos, and never bother to show themselves, because they understand that they function as a whole. This is why their lead singer sings from beside the drummer during their shows, instead of being centerstage. It's about the unit, the composition. Their genius is so vast some can't even recognize and/or acknowledge it. No one sounds like them. No one ever has. No one ever will.
This is "Parabola" It is ten minutes of sonic perfection. Listen! Focus!!! LISTEN.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
---
I've taken to eating with my shirt off, as a way to dissuade myself from eating too much, and also, to better regulate the amount of pop I consume through the shame of negative body image Pavlovian conditioning. The other customers at the McKnight Road Taco Bell are usually too polite to say anything. The end goal is the replacement of self-loathing with complete narcissism. It's gonna take a me a good long while, but I'm committed.
It was hot today. Not really. It was humid, but because I went to public school, I often think they are the same thing.
I'm a Company man, I don't give a fuck! Let's do it!-BK
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
I don't even play football on Nintendo.
Dear Hillary,
I am very happy that you are not going to be President of the United States of America. It's not because you're a woman, or because you've whored yourself out to every special interest lobbyist in Washington. I wasn't even really bothered by dirty campaign tactics, or the pandering to a base too apathetic to realize that life is never going to return to what it was when they were young. It's because you are a facade, a machine, a shell of a person. If you were really a strong woman, you would've divorced your husband while he was still governor of Arkansas. If you were a good American, a patriot, per se, you would question where and how the hundreds of billions of dollars of the American people's money goes to in regards to Iraq.
Well, I hope the private speaking circuit treats you well. Maybe you will finally be able to afford some better looking/fitting clothes. May I suggest some corrective surgery as well?
You shouldn't be Vice President either, although I believe you could give Dick Cheney a run for his money in the "damn, what an evil motherfucker" department.
In closing, I hope you cry yourself to sleep tonight.
Ben Kenny
American Citizen
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty.
Since I had the day off, I decided to take in a movie. It was Baby Mama. I wish I could remember much about it, but fifteen minutes in, I started writing a highly pornographic mental love story involving Tina Fey, myself, the costumes from Willow, wrought iron fence or gate, and Lloyd Bridges. Yes, I know he's dead. It's a fantasy. Leave me alone.
"Sorry about asking if Jimmy Fallon is as big a douche in real life as he is on TV."
"Ha Ha ha that's awesome! I'd love to get my glasses for free. What do you mean Journey doesn't 'put you in the mood?!' "
Tina Fey had best hope we never meet. I would fog her glasses. That's not a euphemism or anything, because I am not using that to replace a dirty or suggestive idea. It is part of the dirty or suggestive idea.
Lisa Loeb could come!
----
I bought some ice cube trays today.
My tire has metal cords showing through. Time to replace it, I suppose. Or maybe, I'll wreck my car so hard that it's totally destroyed, and I'll get a motorcycle with skulls! Skulls are really cool.
Dinner was oodles of fun. I wasn't that hungry, so I just paid 8 bucks for some fried cheese and lukewarm marinara.
Kill Hannah plays Pittsburgh next month. I saw them about 7 or 8 times back when I was a highschool student and they were a struggling local Chicago band. Now they're playing Pittsburgh. I think it's some sort of demotion, but I could be mistaken. It has been known to happen.
Gas at 4.01. The bike is it from now on.
The good thing about Vegas? Well, I guess there aren't people like you there, Jesusboy.-BK
"Sorry about asking if Jimmy Fallon is as big a douche in real life as he is on TV."
"Ha Ha ha that's awesome! I'd love to get my glasses for free. What do you mean Journey doesn't 'put you in the mood?!' "
Tina Fey had best hope we never meet. I would fog her glasses. That's not a euphemism or anything, because I am not using that to replace a dirty or suggestive idea. It is part of the dirty or suggestive idea.
Lisa Loeb could come!
----
I bought some ice cube trays today.
My tire has metal cords showing through. Time to replace it, I suppose. Or maybe, I'll wreck my car so hard that it's totally destroyed, and I'll get a motorcycle with skulls! Skulls are really cool.
Dinner was oodles of fun. I wasn't that hungry, so I just paid 8 bucks for some fried cheese and lukewarm marinara.
Kill Hannah plays Pittsburgh next month. I saw them about 7 or 8 times back when I was a highschool student and they were a struggling local Chicago band. Now they're playing Pittsburgh. I think it's some sort of demotion, but I could be mistaken. It has been known to happen.
Gas at 4.01. The bike is it from now on.
The good thing about Vegas? Well, I guess there aren't people like you there, Jesusboy.-BK
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Prodigy, or just Prodigy?
Here's some random internet bullshit I occasionally fill out. Normal blather and banter immediately after...
Was the last person you kissed physically attractive?
Very much so.
Who was the last person you talked to on the telephone?
Adrian, my boss and an all-around rockin' dude.
What were you doing at 7am?
Sleeping blissfully.
What was the last reason you cried?
Self-pity and weak will.
What are you seriously wearing?
My glasses. Nothing else.
Have you ever driven without a license?
Yes.
Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?
Oh yes, it's like stocking up on ammunition for future conversations!
How many red lights have you ran?
Hundreds.
Is there anything that you are craving for right now?
Licorice. Red Vines.
What did you do last night?
DANCED!!!
Do you drink tea?
Yes, I prefer it iced, but hot is also quite nice.
Is anyone on your bad side right now?
Three or four people I work with.
What jewelry are you wearing?
None at all.
Do you clean when you’re upset?
Ha ha ha, pssh, clean?
Would you ever dye your hair blonde?
Never say never, but not likely at all.
Red or green apples?
Red
Do you know anyone who’s pregnant?
I don't believe so.
What are you looking forward to?
The future.
Do you talk to the person you like?
I like a bunch of people, and I speak to some more so than others, but, uh, yes. Yes I do.
What are you listening to?
The Cure
Any plans for tomorrow?
Day off. Dinner with large, rowdy group of friends.
Any plans for today?
Sleeping and maybe pee again.
Do you still talk to the person who broke your heart the worst?
Never had my heart broken.
Are you a flirt?
In my own weird, socially awkward way, I suppose.
Have you ever made out with someone you weren't dating?
Yup.
Has anybody on your top friends ever admitted to liking you?
I would hope they ALL like me. I like them.
Whats the one thing that always gets you through a bad day?
Thoughts of spree-killings.
Would you kiss an ugly person for $1,000?
For less.
What are you doing right now?
Laying in bed browsing the web. Pens are still in it. Meh.
Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings?
Nope. I bottle it in and and explode at them.
Do your initials spell out a word?
They do not.
When is the last time you talked to an ex?
Two or three days ago. Friendly IM conversation.
How often do you give high fives?
Two or three times a week when I'm excited that someone is cool.
Where is the last place you went to go eat?
Taco Bell four or five days ago. 79 cent cheese roll?!
Have you bought any clothing items in the past week?
I Social Distortion shirt and some shorts. All my other shorts have cargo pockets for some reason. "Nobody's gotten laid in cargo shorts since 'Nam."-Superbad
Do you sing in the shower?
I do indeed.
Where is the last place you went shopping?
Shop n' Save. The first part is true, at least.
Did you enjoy your last kiss?
Yes
Have you ever been on television?
Briefly. Thankfully, that sketch artist was WAY off.
Do you trust people easily?
No
Who was the first person you talked to today?
Adrian.
Looking forward to something this weekend?
I suppose.
----------------
Drawers are overrated.
Once I finish laundry, I fold it, and place piles of it near locations that are suitable for the application of the clothes when the time comes to wear them.
Here's how I roll:
I put my underwear near the bathroom, as I put it on upon my mid-morning wake-up, right after I pee, but before I brush.
My work clothes are always on my bedroom floor.
Socks are on top of the big dresser.
Shoes by the door, wallet in right shoe, work ID in the left.
Car keys on backpack.
Civilian clothes are usually folded and placed wherever, but not in a drawer usually.
----------
I put some Mexican cheese on a pizza tonight and my mouth had an orgasm. Six times.
I feel a mall excursion is imminent, but I will do all I can to fight the urge. I need more black shirts and maybe some new kicks. I want red Converse.
I get to eat real Italian food tomorrow/today, and I am very excited. I like real Italian food, and not only because I am fat and slovenly.
Iron Maiden is not the best music to write to, but I cannot change the fact that I like to rock!
I have been working out less, but reading more about working out. I believe I will retool my workout for the summer months.
Random archive picture. The orange shirt is a trusted friend.
I'm living for the Eighties!-BK
Was the last person you kissed physically attractive?
Very much so.
Who was the last person you talked to on the telephone?
Adrian, my boss and an all-around rockin' dude.
What were you doing at 7am?
Sleeping blissfully.
What was the last reason you cried?
Self-pity and weak will.
What are you seriously wearing?
My glasses. Nothing else.
Have you ever driven without a license?
Yes.
Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?
Oh yes, it's like stocking up on ammunition for future conversations!
How many red lights have you ran?
Hundreds.
Is there anything that you are craving for right now?
Licorice. Red Vines.
What did you do last night?
DANCED!!!
Do you drink tea?
Yes, I prefer it iced, but hot is also quite nice.
Is anyone on your bad side right now?
Three or four people I work with.
What jewelry are you wearing?
None at all.
Do you clean when you’re upset?
Ha ha ha, pssh, clean?
Would you ever dye your hair blonde?
Never say never, but not likely at all.
Red or green apples?
Red
Do you know anyone who’s pregnant?
I don't believe so.
What are you looking forward to?
The future.
Do you talk to the person you like?
I like a bunch of people, and I speak to some more so than others, but, uh, yes. Yes I do.
What are you listening to?
The Cure
Any plans for tomorrow?
Day off. Dinner with large, rowdy group of friends.
Any plans for today?
Sleeping and maybe pee again.
Do you still talk to the person who broke your heart the worst?
Never had my heart broken.
Are you a flirt?
In my own weird, socially awkward way, I suppose.
Have you ever made out with someone you weren't dating?
Yup.
Has anybody on your top friends ever admitted to liking you?
I would hope they ALL like me. I like them.
Whats the one thing that always gets you through a bad day?
Thoughts of spree-killings.
Would you kiss an ugly person for $1,000?
For less.
What are you doing right now?
Laying in bed browsing the web. Pens are still in it. Meh.
Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings?
Nope. I bottle it in and and explode at them.
Do your initials spell out a word?
They do not.
When is the last time you talked to an ex?
Two or three days ago. Friendly IM conversation.
How often do you give high fives?
Two or three times a week when I'm excited that someone is cool.
Where is the last place you went to go eat?
Taco Bell four or five days ago. 79 cent cheese roll?!
Have you bought any clothing items in the past week?
I Social Distortion shirt and some shorts. All my other shorts have cargo pockets for some reason. "Nobody's gotten laid in cargo shorts since 'Nam."-Superbad
Do you sing in the shower?
I do indeed.
Where is the last place you went shopping?
Shop n' Save. The first part is true, at least.
Did you enjoy your last kiss?
Yes
Have you ever been on television?
Briefly. Thankfully, that sketch artist was WAY off.
Do you trust people easily?
No
Who was the first person you talked to today?
Adrian.
Looking forward to something this weekend?
I suppose.
----------------
Drawers are overrated.
Once I finish laundry, I fold it, and place piles of it near locations that are suitable for the application of the clothes when the time comes to wear them.
Here's how I roll:
I put my underwear near the bathroom, as I put it on upon my mid-morning wake-up, right after I pee, but before I brush.
My work clothes are always on my bedroom floor.
Socks are on top of the big dresser.
Shoes by the door, wallet in right shoe, work ID in the left.
Car keys on backpack.
Civilian clothes are usually folded and placed wherever, but not in a drawer usually.
----------
I put some Mexican cheese on a pizza tonight and my mouth had an orgasm. Six times.
I feel a mall excursion is imminent, but I will do all I can to fight the urge. I need more black shirts and maybe some new kicks. I want red Converse.
I get to eat real Italian food tomorrow/today, and I am very excited. I like real Italian food, and not only because I am fat and slovenly.
Iron Maiden is not the best music to write to, but I cannot change the fact that I like to rock!
I have been working out less, but reading more about working out. I believe I will retool my workout for the summer months.
Random archive picture. The orange shirt is a trusted friend.
I'm living for the Eighties!-BK
Monday, June 2, 2008
All your ducks in a row.
Some days, I wish I had to poop more.
I do about twenty-five percent of my reading in the bathroom, and some days I just don't get to read more than five or six pages of the book I'm working on. It's a good thing I have a sharp memory and a penchant for killing hours at the park, under a tree, my bike napping contentedly beside me.
Which reminds me, I need to wash my bike.
I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow, because I want to. No extremely special reason. I just feel like not working tomorrow.
Dane is healing slowly. It's kind of like an inverted scab. Still hurts a good bit, but he has not reopened himself in two days, so hopefully no more bloodstained pillowcases in the morning.
Dancing was fun yesterday. It was only one other person and myself, but the tunes were especially tasty, it was nice and dark, and very cool and not smoky at all. I am actually having way more fun dancing sober than I thought I would be. I did drink water though, but I didn't have to pee at all. Sweaty and gross. I love "sweating through" clothing, whether I'm riding a bike, working, or dancing. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. That's weird, but whatever.
In fact, I have decided to extend the self-imposed booze sabbatical indefinitely. It wasn't about getting drunk everyday, it was about getting totally obliterated everyday, and I suspect that's not too healthy, so until certain private aspects of my life are more pleasing and manageable, I will not be drinking.
I am writing my first parody song, to the tune of "Love Song," by the Sara Barielles(sp?) I heard this song 9 times during my shift the other day, and just began writing alternate verses off the top of my shiny noggin. The title and main chorus? "Not gonna write you a dick joke." It's a fun little exercise, nothing more.
Wait a fucking minute! Shania Twain's husband cheated on her? Why?! That's like, possibly the dumbest act a man has ever committed!
This is an oldie but oh, so, so goodie!
Look for me there. I'll be the one who's totally awesome.-BK
I do about twenty-five percent of my reading in the bathroom, and some days I just don't get to read more than five or six pages of the book I'm working on. It's a good thing I have a sharp memory and a penchant for killing hours at the park, under a tree, my bike napping contentedly beside me.
Which reminds me, I need to wash my bike.
I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow, because I want to. No extremely special reason. I just feel like not working tomorrow.
Dane is healing slowly. It's kind of like an inverted scab. Still hurts a good bit, but he has not reopened himself in two days, so hopefully no more bloodstained pillowcases in the morning.
Dancing was fun yesterday. It was only one other person and myself, but the tunes were especially tasty, it was nice and dark, and very cool and not smoky at all. I am actually having way more fun dancing sober than I thought I would be. I did drink water though, but I didn't have to pee at all. Sweaty and gross. I love "sweating through" clothing, whether I'm riding a bike, working, or dancing. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. That's weird, but whatever.
In fact, I have decided to extend the self-imposed booze sabbatical indefinitely. It wasn't about getting drunk everyday, it was about getting totally obliterated everyday, and I suspect that's not too healthy, so until certain private aspects of my life are more pleasing and manageable, I will not be drinking.
I am writing my first parody song, to the tune of "Love Song," by the Sara Barielles(sp?) I heard this song 9 times during my shift the other day, and just began writing alternate verses off the top of my shiny noggin. The title and main chorus? "Not gonna write you a dick joke." It's a fun little exercise, nothing more.
Wait a fucking minute! Shania Twain's husband cheated on her? Why?! That's like, possibly the dumbest act a man has ever committed!
This is an oldie but oh, so, so goodie!
Look for me there. I'll be the one who's totally awesome.-BK
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Made with real cheese.
Dancing was alright yesterday, although my left knee seems to be protesting all the increased physical activity. I have been biking, working my ass off, and dancing quite a bit lately. As more lard departs my midsection, perhaps my knee will complain less. I danced for barely an hour, but the mix was good, so I was content with doing what I felt safe and comfortable doing.
While chilling at my usual table, I noticed The Exorcist was playing on the TVs. Even if forced to read subtitles, it is still a benchmark film. Not a benchmark horror film. A benchmark film, period. If you haven't seen it in it's full, uncut, unedited glory, you really, really need to. It is so disturbing.
Same very tame dialogue from the only movie I've ever heard the word "cunting" in:
Pazuzu: I'm not Regan.
Father Damien Karras: Well, then let's introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras.
Pazuzu: And I'm the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps.
Father Damien Karras: If you're the Devil, why not make the straps disappear?
Pazuzu: That's much too vulgar a display of power, Karras.
Today I found out I could have had the day off, which would have made it possible for me to have been in California this weekend for my cousin's wedding. I was not pleased.
Comedy show Friday at Villa Reale in dilapidated, dirty, and economically depressed downtown Pittsburgh! 7pm. Buy me a slice o' cheese, and maybe some garlic bread. By now you must surely know I drink Mountain Dew.
The Cup is not leaving Detroit. Evidently their Italian sausage is better than our Italian sausage or something. I really have no idea how it works. I did almost hit about 20 drunk, obese, and identically dressed hockey fans on my way into the city last night, so perhaps Pittsburghers are just collectively dumber than our Michigan rivals?
I've been thinking of taking aerobics...
He had a very "dead cat" kind of vibe to him.-BK
While chilling at my usual table, I noticed The Exorcist was playing on the TVs. Even if forced to read subtitles, it is still a benchmark film. Not a benchmark horror film. A benchmark film, period. If you haven't seen it in it's full, uncut, unedited glory, you really, really need to. It is so disturbing.
Same very tame dialogue from the only movie I've ever heard the word "cunting" in:
Pazuzu: I'm not Regan.
Father Damien Karras: Well, then let's introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras.
Pazuzu: And I'm the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps.
Father Damien Karras: If you're the Devil, why not make the straps disappear?
Pazuzu: That's much too vulgar a display of power, Karras.
Today I found out I could have had the day off, which would have made it possible for me to have been in California this weekend for my cousin's wedding. I was not pleased.
Comedy show Friday at Villa Reale in dilapidated, dirty, and economically depressed downtown Pittsburgh! 7pm. Buy me a slice o' cheese, and maybe some garlic bread. By now you must surely know I drink Mountain Dew.
The Cup is not leaving Detroit. Evidently their Italian sausage is better than our Italian sausage or something. I really have no idea how it works. I did almost hit about 20 drunk, obese, and identically dressed hockey fans on my way into the city last night, so perhaps Pittsburghers are just collectively dumber than our Michigan rivals?
I've been thinking of taking aerobics...
He had a very "dead cat" kind of vibe to him.-BK
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