did a new photo essay

for your collective behinds which you can now find .

one of these days i’ll get a peice of software that will let me compress the images a little more so that there wont be such huge file sizes.

my girl teresa says that shes on a dial up, and i forgot that people are still using dial up.

if i was president i would wire the nation. or make it wireless. one or the other. but nobody should still be having to surf the internet using a modem in the year two thousand and fucking three.

hows a man supposed to make a photo essay if he has to worry about people downloading at 56k?

do you guys have the new white stripes record yet? kate sullivan says that it inspires making out and throwing off of clothes. i have taken two showers with it so maybe the latter is true.

she complains though that because its a double lp that it will cause lots of troubles while making out.

i think the opposite is true.

usually during nice long sessions, it’s good to get one’s breath and reassess the situation. and theres no better reason to call for a twenty second time out than to flip over the red record, or put on the white one.

this gives one time to light up a smoke or take a quick sip of “water” and then dive back into combat.

before the time of mp3s i invested in a sony two hundred disc cd player which came with a remote control.

sometimes i would take a quick break to find and use the remote, but that can come across as a huge buzz kill, and a good boy scout should have prepared a good program order.

now with the advent of winamp there should be no excuse that you wouldnt have 100 tunes lined up starting with the mellow, peaking with some speed metal, and winding down with the slow jams. and yet many times, even with lots of heads up, i am usually bumbling with cds at the last minute asking if one mediocre cd is better than another.

eventually weezer will end up in there, or bjork, or floyd, or the jesus and mary chain, or madonna.

i like putting in the tunes ive never heard before the best.

with someone ive never really known before.

or with someone who’s always new.

katie hall drunk! + splink + new zealand news + linda

p.s. first person who flows the busblog ten bones, gets their link above anna for next week. no pressure, just saying.

[update: John3 wins!]

raymi thinks about me when shes drunk

thats nice.

she wants to meet me when shes drunk too. thats very nice. smart, really. maybe i can be drunk too.

sorta like a blind date, except a drunk date, where both parties are wasted upon meeting.

who would i get drunk with first though? my fluffer, as it were, though in this case, my drunker.

nomally, i suppose, i would have said catherine zeta-jones, but she is with child right now, so shes out.

i believe jodie foster is knocked up too, which is too bad cuz i hear she loves to party.

once a long time ago i had a two night stand with a girl in hollywood.

she reminded me exactly of the character of that crazy chick in fight club, she almost looked like her a little bit.

but identicaly like her in almost every other way.

id like to drink with her before i met raymi. where ever she is.

once i asked her to the movies. i said, hey wanna see something about mary?

she said, no, i dont want to see something about mary.

i was all, but matt dillon.

she was all, romeo, come to my house after you go see your something about mary, and bring drinks.

then the other time we went to the lava lounge first and got wasted off blue drinks and stumbled back to her limo.

ive seen a few things in my life, north americans.

and for the most part, ive hung in there without making too much of an ass out of myself.

a lot of credit has to go to the fact that i was fortunate enough to have several years of higher education.

knowing how to drink is a valueable skill, and because of that my children will definately be attending a party school.

my first real job was for a multi billion dollar conglomarate. they flew all of us young guys out to headquarters and got us drunk on the river.

smart thinking because the booze became truth serum.

if a guy was obviously drunk and was cool, then thats a cool dude. good pick.

if a guy was an asshole drunk, look out. mostly because in the sales biz you end up drunk a lot.

in college if you couldnt skateboard drunk you were worthless because they had recently passed an ordinance that said if you got caught riding your bicycle drunk you could lose your drivers license. which makes no sense, but it forced us all to become world class skaters.

the bums skated. the stray dogs skated. whole gangs skated.

once me and my buddy chris were poisoned by these well meaning hippie girls and we were hallucinating so much that we thought we saw a fox trucking down the sidewalk and i said to chris, much later, dude, was that a fox.

and he said yes and i think he was on a skateboard.

i think i would like to watch strange brew with raymi and drink every time they say beer.

jim treacher + moxie + sumo pop