6 more miles to Stull...

Only 9 more shopping days until the 25th B-day of the lovely PaleEnchantress. Plan wisely.

I am laying low today, licking my wounds and nursing my hangover. My oldest friend Jim and I assaulted the Mpls downtown area last night, in a quarterly ritual that usually ends up with us wandering aimlessly through Mpls in search of a cab at 3am. Last night certainly did not disappoint. The violent rainstorm hindered the search, and Jim and I got separated somehow. I spent some quality time with a few of the Mpls homeless population, there is an enclave a few blocks South of BJ's. Wonderful people. However, I quickly got tired from answering, "No I don't have any weed" every 3 seconds, so I said my goodbyes and finally made it home about 4:30, where I found Jim passed out on my patio despite the downpour.

So today will be a day of rest and reflection. I have been chatting with the brilliant & beautiful librarian today, which has certainly made today a little sunnier.

Good luck to my favorite Limbo Girls this week: April, Naudia, and Maxi. Hopefully we will see one or all of you this week.

Cheers

**edited for spelling**

An intoxicatingly gorgeous limbo girl told me to get off my slacker ass and update, so here goes: Actually, nothing is going on, it's been pretty dull.

Just got back from Frisbee Golf, first time out this year, did pretty well, I guess.
No fireworks for me tonight, just gonna lay here and finish reading "Who's Who In Hell", by Robert Chalmers. It's a pretty good read.

Oh, there is some cool news: my brother and his wife are having their 1st child in 2 weeks, and they asked me to be the Godfather. Cool, huh? I have to go get my favorite pin-striped suit cleaned so I look the part. I always wanted to be in the mob, looks like this is as close as I get...

Been on a big blues kick this week: Son House, Hound Dog Taylor, Leadbelly, and Howlin' Wolf have been in the CD changer this weekend, all highly recommended.

Spank me Charley, PLEEEEEAASE!

Just got some pictures back, so I posted them. The quality is pretty poor, they were taken with those crappy disposable cameras, but what the hell. I will have more later, Kristina took the other camera back to Texas. I am pretty sure I took some when we were dodging other automobiles while driving the wrong way down Hennepin Ave, but I could be wrong.

Well, Kristina is gone, our 42-hour visit was much too short, but very sweet. We managed to fit quite a lot of excitement
into our short time together, including a 7 hour drinking binge at Williams Pub. Kristina introduced me to Jagerbombs (Jager and Red Bull), it tastes like fucking candy, very dangerous. The night culminated in a daring escape from the Williams Pub parking lot without paying, and driving the wrong way down Hennepin Avenue for about 3 blocks. It's good to see we can still find a bit of trouble in our old age.
Plenty of drunken photos were taken during our adventures, I will post them when they become available. I know a lot of you have been clamoring for more photos of me; well you will get you wish soon.

Benni, I hope your arm feels better. Love you.

Kristina is here!!!!!!!!!

My heart is black, and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with rock and roll

Due to April's influence, I have been listening to a lot of vintage
B.O.C lately...

Apparently I was the last human being on the planet to have not seen Shrek.
Kelley brought said DVD over tonight, and now I can proudly say I am on the Shrek bandwagon. Plus, now I can go see Shrek 2 with her.

Beer & pizza, nothing better for a B-day dinner. 38 *yawn*.

My best friend Kristina just called, she is currently in Wichita, Kansas on her non-stop drive from Austin, TX to Sioux Falls, SD to visit her gramma.
She visits here on the 17th & 18th, I am very excited to see her. She knows me better than anybody else, it is such an awesome feeling to hang out with somebody who knows and understands you so well.

Let's end this incoherent babble with an Irish B-day toast:

May you die in bed at 95
Shot by a jealous spouse


AE

What a lovely night for boozing it up in Minneapolis. Me & the lovely Kelley started off at Chevy's downtown, several Grande Margaritas and a few chicken tacos were consumed. Next up: Glueks. Kelley did not like the house beer, but that didn't stop me, and Kelley made due with her Bud Light with a shitload of olives.And Hookers & Blow played an inspiring set. Then it was off to Kierans Irish Pub, for Finnegans Ale and drunken, profanity-laced Irish tunes. Made me lonesome for the homeland.Ground Zero would have been next, but Kelley has to fly back to NoDak tomorrow to retrieve her automobile. And anyway, my friend DJ Havok was fired from there a few months ago, so FUCKEM.

Cheers to all of you who could not make it out tonight.

The new PJ Harvey comes out on June 8th!

Now where the fuck do I keep the aspirin...

Alright, this has been bugging me for years, so I am just going to come out and ask: What the HELL is the origin of "fixin' ta", as in "I'm a fixin' ta boil me up some taters? I don't mean to insult anybody's heritage here, but Jesus Christ how does something like that manage to slither it's way into the vernacular of roughly 20% of this country? Do you know how hard it is to walk somebody through a software upgrade over the phone when you are constantly deluged with such nuggets as "I'm fixin ta reboot as soon as i find me that Control - Alternator - Delete button."?

On a lighter note, I have spent the last few days immersed in Bon Scott Era AC/DC, most notably 1977's "Let There Be Rock". Is there a riff out there better than "Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be"?
If you think you have one, let me know so I can tell ya you're WRONG!!!!!

Please forgive the attitude, I tend to get a little cranky around my birthday.

WHAT A DAY

first off...got a ticket on the way to work this morning...rolled through a stop sign, although Johnny Law said that "rolling through" was an exaggeration, which I couldn't argue with. Ya know when you are going 30-35 MPH, then hit the the brakes at the stop sign so you decelerate to about 15, then hit the gas? Well, that was the deal. I tried to tell Johnny Law that I was distracted, that I was thinking about my softball game later tonight, but he was unsympathetic. Moving violation, 130 buck.

Next up: softball. Lost 22-0. They spanked us like a colic 2-year old in the presence of a tinnitic boozed-up
truck driver. And I think I pulled my ass muscle sliding into 3rd base. Usually I like getting to 3rd base, but tonight left a lot to be desired. I apologize, I believe the correct term is gluteus minimus.

Now the good news for today: my amazing, wonderful, sexy friend Kelley has decided to move down here for the summer (she is going to North Dakota State). She picked me up after the game to do some damage ( I can't drink and drive any more, got a DWI July of 2002, (( which my friend Pauly refers to as Drinking While Irish )), so I am on probation till Oct of this year ). I am so tired of The Man fucking with us Irish folk! Anyway, we drank several Texas Margaritas and many Dos Equis. It is so good to have her back, I missed her so much!!!!!!!!

Much

to:

PaleEnchantress, I hope everything works out, sweetie

And to Blyss , so good to get to know you, you are awesome, baby!

And last, but not least to the incomparable Benni, the #1 SG of all time, I love you my dear.

That is all. Please excuse me so I can commence with the bed spins. DrStinkypants knows what I'm talkiin' about, don't ya my Irish brotha?

do not taunt Happy Fun Ball