Well, I went to the Suicide Pink show at Club Element last night and got to meet some of the nice young Suicide Girls in the area, as well as some of the Kansas City crew. It was definitely entertaining. I didn't say much because I'm pretty much spellbound and tongue-tied in the company of lots of pretty girls, but everyone seemed pretty cool. I thought some people I know were going to be there, but I didn't see them there, so I spent the night feeling like the tagalong little brother. 
Still, I had a good time and I'm glad I went.
Still, I had a good time and I'm glad I went.Christmas was good, even if I was stuck back in my hometown for a week. I finally got some New Year's Eve plans, gonna go ring in the new year in my favorite bar with some of my friends before a bunch of us go our separate ways. I'd wax sentimental, but that's just not me.
I just caught the end of the movie Krull. I had forgotten just how much ass that movie kicked. And I never realized that Liam Neeson and Robbie Coltrane were in it. Or that the end of Dragonheart totally ripped it off.
It's always fun to think of something, and then list the strange reminiscings they bring back. For me, it brings back memories of watching it my friend Scott's house on VHS after we had Boy Scouts, and then playing Legendary Wings on the NES. (Nerd from the start, I know.) Anyone else care to share their memories over this movie, or some other deeply 80's cheesy action movie?
It's always fun to think of something, and then list the strange reminiscings they bring back. For me, it brings back memories of watching it my friend Scott's house on VHS after we had Boy Scouts, and then playing Legendary Wings on the NES. (Nerd from the start, I know.) Anyone else care to share their memories over this movie, or some other deeply 80's cheesy action movie?
SG Burlesque in Iowa City Friday night was great. Well, the stage is barely above the crowd, and it was damned hard to see for a little guy like myself to see. But what I did see was great. Plus, I bought one of the SG books and got some signatures from Reagan and Nixon. Both of them were nice. And Nixon was wandering about with a bottle of Stoli that was almost as big as she was. 
I didn't meet anyone from SG Iowa like I would have wanted to, but it was hard enough just to see what was going on on stage. Besides, I don't really look like a cartoon rabbit, so I'm a little hard to pick out of a crowd.
I didn't meet anyone from SG Iowa like I would have wanted to, but it was hard enough just to see what was going on on stage. Besides, I don't really look like a cartoon rabbit, so I'm a little hard to pick out of a crowd.
Well, looks like I'm going to be absent from Ames for a while. My dad cracked one of his cervical vertebrae, and now he's in a brace for 6-8 weeks. He can't take it off or adjust it by himself (doctor's orders), so I get to play nursemaid back in Muscatine for however long it takes him to heal. This really, really blows. I know Ames isn't exactly a cultural mecca or anything, but compared to my rather worthless little hometown, it is fucking London. Plus, all my friends are here. It's gonna be slow torture, all six weeks of it.
It's good to be home. Maybe I'd rather be other places than at work, and maybe the air conditioning in my house sucks, but hey, it's where I hang my hat and stash my porn. And who wants to be without their hat-rack or porn-stash for too long?
In other news, I got bit by a camel. In Minnesota.
In other news, I got bit by a camel. In Minnesota.
Ah, once again single. And drunk on a Thursday night. Wait, it is Thursday, right? Yep, Thursday. Waiting for the weekend, waiting for my paycheck, waiting to... yeah. Waiting.
