Fucdemas
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
All's good on the Cyclone.
Spent the day at Siren with me lady. It was where we met 2 years ago (thank you). I wore the shirt I wore that very day 2 years ago and had the same distended stomach I had had then due to crappy food today (beer gut then). Met up with good ol' buddy Matt whom I see way too little of. The sound was horrible as usual. At one point the entire DJ mix at the Stillwell stage sounded like it was being sent through a chorus. My guess is it was the yamaha spx990. And old studio staple from the 1990's. Either way the engineers either have a shitty job there or just do one. Who knows?
A huge fan of Art Brut, Omar wonders if that is indeed a vintage Brut cologne he is smelling. He realizes it's the the sweet smell of a crappy band with a pungent yet valuable singer/spritzer.
1/2 of of the great talent in this band. Unfortunatley Art Brut's drummer is not pictured here.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
So I'm getting into bike riding pretty heavily these days. I changed my first flat since I was 12 years old tonight! I'm pretty sure I didn't put any holes in this one. I do rememeber one summer day where i bought 4 tubes in a row to fix my back tire on my ghetto BMX knock off. I kept popping it with my rushed work. I got more and more frustrated and popped them everytime i put them on. I think I finally bought the last one and started to cry a bit. It helped me calm down and focus. Only to fix the flat and leave the bike at a park the next day unattended. It got stolen.
Why would I leave it unattended? Because one of my friends found a Penthouse magazine. This was pre -interent porn my friends. Those were the days where you forgot all about mom's fried chicken diner and dumped everything just to see some bush.
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If you're looking for a cheap flat fix head over to NYC Bikes on Havemeyer and South 1st in Williamsburg. Those guys are cheap and quick: $10 for a flat fix including the tube. They back up thier work (replaced a faulty tube for free, no questions asked). Know what they're talking about and seem to go the extra mile everytime.
Why would I leave it unattended? Because one of my friends found a Penthouse magazine. This was pre -interent porn my friends. Those were the days where you forgot all about mom's fried chicken diner and dumped everything just to see some bush.
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If you're looking for a cheap flat fix head over to NYC Bikes on Havemeyer and South 1st in Williamsburg. Those guys are cheap and quick: $10 for a flat fix including the tube. They back up thier work (replaced a faulty tube for free, no questions asked). Know what they're talking about and seem to go the extra mile everytime.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
from the first day in florida.......
the plane's lack of air pressure made this bag i bought only hours before expand to new sizes. i was sure it was going to explode all over the "gangero" next to me. it didn't. but it sure gave me the gastrointestinal kick i needed. even then i couldn't go. so i spent the rest of the flight farting loudly every 10 minutes or so and pretending it wasn't me. as soon as we hit the ride i let a nice long one go and pops got the cue and dropped the top in the airport parking lot.
from the plane into the pool... the ride from the airport in the Mercedes drop-top was spicy. there was no wind noise killing the conversation (or arguement if you're not in my family). the only thing that blew was the goddamn florida humidity. in 3 days time i'll be used to the stickyness... or "warm hug the air gives you" if you're my ladyness.
here's a (almost) nice 16 second exposure i did on the patio deck during dinner. we had chicken and veggie shiksa-bobs made on the grill.
i originally was trying to get images of the most loved personality of the house drink water from the pool with paws submerged. but raymond the 4th born (compared to my first) would not cooperate.
i know i have some tough competition. the old man peppers in as many raymond anecdotes as he can in every conversation. the cat's great and all but the stuff my dad spews is borderline evangelical. i think he might fly a plane into a building just for this cat. and maybe, just maybe possibly even pay for inpatient rehab for a catnip addiction.
speaking of the old man. he got his first tattoo last year, works out a bunch and loves his sirus satellite radio. he laughed when i said kid rock was date rape music.
this picture does him no justice. the man is fucking fit for any male, let alone a 54 year old.
last time i was down we had a mini ironman competion. it was who can climb up the front of his boat using just the um thing on the front.... i dunno that many nautical terms. he's a dictionary. it's this metal loop that you put a rope thru. the point is it's just in arms reach from the water and you can only fit one big finger in it. so it's all upper body strength that gets you up to the tall ass bow of the bought from the water. then he pretty much kicked my ass so i had to match him. we each went up 7 or 8 times.
i t was great.
we plan on playing tennis, golf, shoot guns at the range and guess who's the jew. oh wait we're not in NYC so that's a bit hard. here it's guess who hates the (insert group here)