Could this be more random?
It's been quiet around here lately. This I know. No posts. No comments. Barely any creativity. For this I apologize. I'm leaving for Milan in just two days, I have a pile of stuff I need to take care of before I split, and my brother has been here two weekends in a row. Sleep is becoming more of a priority than blogging, but if I can find the juice, you'll have a few more stories before I leave.
Until then, how about some random pictures, rants and observations that I can't be bothered to turn into real posts.
Best bumper sticker I have seen maybe ever, surprisingly enough stuck onto a ubiquitous, brown minivan driven by your everyday, average soccer mom: "If you're going to ride my ass, the least you can do is pull my hair." Now that's a slow driver I can totally get behind.
Ten years I've lived on the beach. I think this is the first time I spent an afternoon there in at least two. So I live in Newport for the view. I figure I can't afford to buy a home (I'm told Orange County just surpassed San Francisco for the highest median home prices in the state), so if I gotta rent, I might as well rent well.
Why the hell I wasn't born with the genetics for the South Beach style as opposed to my 1976 porn star look is totally beyond me. Fuck it. I'm taller.
Have I mentioned how much I dig this motorcycle? Sexy isn't it? Why is it that all the things I enjoy the most in life are destined to end it? I think the same can be said of my relationships too.
We spent the day barreling down the single tracks at Big Bear. My knees don't like me so much tonight, but it was sooooooo worth it.
Even Marines can rock a mean man blouse.
I took this just for you Tassy. Just for you.
Three more reasons why Friday night at the DVL's birthday party in Santa Monica kicked ass. The reason on the left seriously lit my fuse. I was all a flitter. And despite my current connect-the-dots complexion, a sub-six hour sleep debt, and whimpering like a little girl when she first shook my hand on account of the recent, training-induced inflamation of a long pulled ligament in my right middle finger, I still managed digits. Yeah, they probably ring to Ming's Mongolian Bar-B-Q on Sepulveda, but a man can dream, can't he?
I watched Kill Bill Volume 2 last week from Netflix. Am I the only person who thinks that Hulk Hands were just plaster casts taken from Uma Thurman's positively gargantuan mits? They must use a Dremmel Tool to give this woman a manicure. I swear I find few people in Hollywood less appealing.
Anybody wonder why the Kerry campaign seems to be rolling over and playing dead in the face of repulsive, untrue, and wholely unethical attacks? Seriously. Is everyone in the Democratic party a complete pussy? Hiking the high ground isn't necessarily the best political policy when the campaign trail is covered in mud.
I'm dirty. It's late. I have to fly to Vegas. I'm off to bed.
Comments
Are you going to post while you are gone? And how long will you be gone?
Posted by: Susan | September 6, 2004 08:18 AM
Goodness, no matter where you go, you always find the hot women!
I can't wait to hear of your adventures in Italy! I've always wanted to go.
Bon Voyage!
Devorah
Posted by: Devorah | September 6, 2004 10:04 AM
Germane to almost nothing but a bumper sticker comment and the mention of politics, I give you my favorite bumper sticker of late:
I LOVE MY COUNTRY,
BUT I THINK WE SHOULD START SEEING OTHER PEOPLE.
Posted by: Viktor | September 6, 2004 01:01 PM
Maybe I'll see you at the airport ;)
Posted by: designatedblonde | September 6, 2004 03:56 PM
I loved this post. And Viktor's sticker. And hey, have a great time in the old country. Take lots of good pix to share with your groupies. And please, save us all lots of clicking and refreshing and let us know when you'll be back?
Posted by: Shamrock | September 6, 2004 07:53 PM
Sometimes I think Uma is attractive and then sometimes I think she is a freakish awkward mutant lady who walks like a dork. I can forgive her hands - what I cannot forgive is that scene in the movie when she is driving in the car and talks about "When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a 'roaring rampage of revenge.' I roared. And I rampaged. And I got bloody satisfaction..." Why?? for the simple line "...and I rampaged." It gets completely under my skin and makes me want to slap her. Who the fuck uses rampage as a verb? I mean, it can be, but it just sounds totally fucking retarded and archaic - or like a made up word. On another note, someone I work with actually issued a memo the other day that said, "but sometimes things happen unexpectantly..." Really? Are you sure about that? I want to choke her. Have fun in Italy :)
Posted by: Vanessa | September 6, 2004 11:39 PM
By the way, your brother looks like a total homo in his man blouse - not that there's anything wrong with that! (badumbump)
But I wouldn't recommend going to any Marine Mixers (LOL)looking like that... (Sorry, LOL)
Posted by: Vanessa | September 6, 2004 11:50 PM
shooting people with imaginary guns made of your fingers in photographs is not cool, but it's even scarier when you do it and it looks like you're laughing about it!
Posted by: tassy | September 7, 2004 08:06 AM
awww... ken's "man blouse" looked cute, he can totally pull it off... on second thought, it looked a lot better when he did pull it off (all the way off!) to show me his new tat... god i love bday immunity.
Posted by: dvl | September 7, 2004 10:00 AM
DAMN!!!
No love huh.
Hey, I'd prefer to wear board shorts and T Shirt, don't bang me on the man blouse. Sorry no Homo here.
And it's not a imaginary gun Crazy, it's a "here's looking at you" shot, becuase we were having fun. You guys should try that sometimes instead of driving 90 miles per hour down the express way and screaming your head off at someone darring to go 85 in a clearly marked 65mpg Maximum Speed Limit. The thought of that bastard going so slow, doesn't he know the world revolves around everyone else in California. Damn, he almost made you late to get your nails done, or oh my god "Sams club is going to sell out of my 48 pack of red bull" There's a time and a place to be in a rush; Like when your kid is in the hospital and your rushing to see her or him, but it seems like out here that rush time is all the time.
Time to mellow out people and figure out what is important in life and start living for that.
Either way. No man blouses for me anymore.
Ken
Think I'll go back to surfing and killing. Been fun.
Posted by: jims brother | September 7, 2004 10:01 AM
I meant to leave that killing part out. Damn Mac computers.
Posted by: jims brother | September 7, 2004 10:06 AM
Joe...I think you look hot in your man blouse. Well, as hot as my little brother can possibly look. Jim looks much more like a gay than you.
:-) Come to Dallas and visit your sister!
Love and miss you and G (...ok, and Mia) lots!!!!
Posted by: Boo | September 7, 2004 10:16 AM
**Have I mentioned how much I dig this motorcycle? Sexy isn't it?**
Yeah Jimbo, that is what all the ladies are thinking...have fun in Milan.
Posted by: Jennifer | September 7, 2004 02:08 PM
I think the man-blouse is uber-sexy. Not to mention being a Marine. Semper fi, baby!
Posted by: designatedblonde | September 7, 2004 05:20 PM
Where's the photo where someone is pretending to shoot with their fingers?
..and the white shirt looks very nice.
Posted by: Lynne | September 7, 2004 05:34 PM
I didn't say the contents of the man blouse were gay or anything less than delicious - simply that the wrapper said Mo.. Too pretty for a Marine. And yes, theMJ looks more gay sometimes (lest we forget the pink shirt and the Madonnaesque pointy bra he sported...) But the pink shirt was funny - I think he looked like a big sticky piece of sweet bubblegum :)
Posted by: Vanessa | September 7, 2004 08:43 PM
i always look way, WAY more gay than my brother.
not that there is anything wrong with that.
Posted by: the mighty jimbo | September 8, 2004 12:29 AM
Damn, Jimbo, you need to start sending some of these hot L.A. women my way! I mean, I at least stick around town long enough to enjoy them without jetting off to strange cities and countries every 5 minutes. :)
Posted by: Keith | September 9, 2004 09:29 AM