rowr

sfist comes thru again.
and pull a punch? eyeglass shiv?
wow.

i'll have the fish?

There were reports of a restaurant in Tokyo where patrons could rape an animal before eating it. "When people have got money and done everything else," said a lawyer who'd had the pork, "they turn toward bestiality." - from

update - 10/5/2007 - not true?

live poker blog

you have nothing better to do, right?
should be entertaining.

debt collection phone messages

so i got this computerized phone message for G L O R I A (as the computer spelled out the name, apparently the computer can't say the name) - trying to collect some Tom Petty Song Them Song Van Morrison Song debts from someone i haven't heard of [G L O R I A].

which reminded me of this moment at the Tom Petty concerts at the Fillmore, where he played some 20 or something shows on sequential nights. and they did that song, and it was good. and my friend who was with me had this crappy little cassette recorder, and he taped the show. didn't come out right, but
G L O R I A came out beautiful; me-recalls.

so at the end of this message, the computer says something to the effect of "If this is not you, please disregard this message". Curious.

ironic reminiscence

First, an observation. Our nation is based upon the proposition that our statutes, common law and the Constitution will not only be applied fairly between litigants, but will also be observed by the government. People will be able to rely upon the rules, usually long established, and their consistent application. This engenders respect for the law. It is a sad irony that a nation that is so dedicated to the rule of law is doing so much to undermine the respect for it. - Fred Thompson to Council for National Policy

Republican presidential candidate Fred Thompson, an outspoken advocate of Cuban sanctions, defended his large collection of Cuban cigars. "You know," he said, "if it's good, I smoke it." - as reported by harpers

I suppose i should remind Fred not to inhale his own smoke.

Bart and deeze nuts

thoughts on riding BART today:
was riding BART today, and remained totally entertained by a few things.

first i saw this ad campaign, and under the little fella was the caption "coming out all over San Francisco". Wow.

i took a pic of it on my phone, but can't get that pic off yet (have to figure that out still).

then a fella (who I'll describe as a wicked combination of Denis Leary (weird Halo version!), a 12 stepper recovering guy, and a jet skiers screaming malt liquored fueled voice (Sammy Hagar). He was screaming into his cell phone, which is always a treat on the bart.

i'll attempt to recreate his terrific phone conversation (reminder, this entire conversation vocalized as if the character of Bob Freber, Adrian Cronauer's make believe character, in the artillery, from 'Good Morning Vietnam', come to life [anything, just play it loud, ok?]):

Yeah!
Happy Birthday!
You awake yet? (8 am)
I'm on BART! I'm going into a tunnel! I might lose you.
A tunnel!
Yeah, I'm on BART!
I'm going home!
I'm on BART!
I'm going into a tunnel!
I might lose you.
Yeah! So happy Birthday!
Hello?
(almost impossibly louder) Hello?

::tunnel ends::

Ring-Ring.

HELLO?
Yeah, I'm on BART!
A Tunnel!

(Repeat)
I'm on the BART!

::Repeat until I depart::

banking

so ignore that this woman is a hippie. or whatever you call them.

soon i'm going from these guys to these doobs.

New place beats the rates at the old place, and no ATM fees? duh.

things i'm doing

working on my blog.
yes, this one.

working on a small business.
need to figure out business plans, patents, and graphic design, as well as production and marketing.

voting on my blog ------>

wearing as few trousers as possible on a long weekend. gardening, motorcycling, watching movies, managing my job and employees, eating, enjoying sunshine and beer, trying to relax.

probably missing out on stuff, as well. the life that happens.

mother, farms, prison, trucks, trains, christmas, and dead dogs.

ever since the dog got drunk and died, and momma went to prison
why nothing on this farm has ever been the same.
you know when mom broke out last christmas
get drove an old getaway laundry truck right into a train.

harpers loves you:

Two bears at the Belgrade Zoo, Masha and Misha, spent the
annual beer-festival weekend feasting on a 23-year-old
Serb, who was discovered naked, dead, and half-eaten in
their cage. "Only an idiot," said zoo director Vuk
Bojovic, "would jump into the bear cage."
Melting ice in the Arctic revealed previously unknown islands that have
yet to be claimed.

and finally, you might be able to find me at the Broken Record - 

1166 Geneva Ave
(between Edinburgh St & Naples St)
San Francisco, CA 94112

(415) 963-1713

Holy shit it's finally here...  After what seems like years my lazy ass
is finally sending out these emails.  So, if you are on this list you
probably know that the Broken Record Bar and Grill is hosting beer pong
tournaments on Sunday afternoons.  Teems of two people will compete
against each other in a bracket style single elimenation tournament
untill a winner for that day is declaired.  The overall winner of the
tournaments will be sent to Las Vegas, Nevada to represent the bar in the World Series of Beer Pong.  The rules of the sunday Broken Record tournaments will remain consistant with the rules played at the World Series whenever possible.  To see a full list of rules follow the link to
http://www.bpong.com/wsobp/ii/rulesandregs/
and click on "full rules".   Official tournaments will be played every
other sunday and alternate sundays will be open for practice, singles
play, alternate rules, shit talking etc...  For now the cheapest way to
play beer pong is for both teems to split a pitcher of pabst.  This
brings the cost to 2$ per person per game.  This will continue untill a
general entry fee is instated.  For now, the tables, cups and balls are
all on the house.  So find a partner, pick a team name and come to the
broken record sunday afternoon.  Signups start at 2pm and game play
starts whenever we have enough teems to make it fun.  Dont forget, it's
just a game people....  lets have fun and get sour.

dr makes a blog request

Perhaps this would interest your blog? It's a medical case study from India.

___________________________________________________________
Indian J Chest Dis Allied Sci. 2004 Jan-Mar;46(1):55-8.Links
Accidental condom inhalation.
Arya CL, Gupta R, Arora VK.

Jaswant Rai Speciality Hospital, Meerut, India.

A 27-year-old lady presented with persistent cough, sputum and fever for the preceding six months. Inspite of trials with antibiotics and anti-tuberculosis treatment for the preceeding four months, her symptoms did not improve. A subsequent chest radiograph showed non-homogeneous collapse-consolidation of right upper lobe. Videobronchoscopy revealed an inverted bag like structure in right upper lobe bronchus and rigid bronchoscopic removal with biopsy forceps confirmed the presence of a condom. Detailed retrospective history also confirmed accidental inhalation of the condom during fellatio.

PMID: 14870871 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]

Xantian The Insane

i didn't but i sorted wish i did...all i did was read it (and copy it)

Free Pair Prosthetic Arms
Reply to: sale-xxxxxxxxx@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-08-20, 3:45PM PDT

One right one left, good condition. All you have to do is come pick them up.


i'm laughing, i'm laughing.

changing my ways

You got effed in the ay!

I Taught Your Boyfriend That Thing You Like

Sticking Feathers Up Your Butt Does Not Make You a Chicken
That's Bullshit, Because I'm Still Coughing

"Playtime is over!"

this is a test, if this were a real post, i would have linked something.

handheld

you may have noticed that i recently added some changes to thedailychuppler. i was tired of the same template i was using, and i was really curious to see if the other addition could capture the essence of what i go on about here.
so far, they haven't.

in other news, i went for a long walk with the dr last night, in a quest for dinner. we dropped by the mini golf course in hayes valley. i am proposing an open mini golf tournie on 9/1. anyone care to join?

also we ate at Borgo, the place on the corner of fell and laguna, where i sped by during the early years of my residence in eS-eF. the food was average, but better than i expected. and the place really fills up with peoples. i'd be willing to give it another shot, as the salad we had was awesome, but my carbonara was meh.

as we sat in the (pretty cool) wooden booth at the window on the corner of fell n laguna, i recalled to the dr how i used to take that freeway corner at 60 and blast past the borgo at 50 mph up the hill towards the panhandle. i'm very nostalgic for that time, and yet i don't miss that freeway at all, now that i don't live on that side anymore (also, nevermore). but don't let it not be said that i like octavia blvd. i realize it is/was a political decision, but still am not enamored by it (but i do like patricia park, and even miss those b-man structures in the beginning).
and so here is that structure.
have a great day, and take the new poll.

i continue to dominate in sheer volume of posts lately. esp over esteban, anyhow.

how weird is it when you meet someone at a bar who you may have known as a junior high student? 3 outta 5 for weird, methinks.


do not try this game. it will eat your soul. good zombie game here... is there more fun than the chainsaw? maybe the chainsaw in the castro...

lying on my back....somewhere

what? Harj strikes again!

i am freaking baffled.

also, i am freaking pleased.

i am freaking interested.

wow

simply amazing.

not me me me, but meme (and damn you jamie)

also, this, of import to me: (from Harpers [I heart you Harpers]
What follows is an excerpt from The Shadow Factory, the aphasic memoir Paul dictated with such struggle and resolve, “forcing language back on itself.” In it, he recalls life in the hospital’s rehab unit, what he felt and thought, and explores some of the all-too-real tricks the mind plays to save itself from the tomb of lost words.

— DIANE ACKERMAN

“Bosh,” one hears you exclaim, “this man is writing about nothing!” But is he? It could be that he is writing about something somebody said to him after he had regained his senses, or that he regained these senses for himself, and detected shreds of rabbit fluff here and there. Imagine a man coming round after five days in the human tank that denatures us all and finds no memory worth talking about. I suspected as much from my 10-day immersion in whatever I was immersed in.

read the rest, here

not so sure about this...

My personalDNA Report



but really am enjoying this.

putting the ASS in passive

while I have had my share of passive aggressive notes from both work and my neighbors at home, neither of these notes are from/for me.
BTW - if you ever 'helpfully' ruin something for me at my job (like our A/C friend back there), consider that an act of open warfare, and your job will become incrementally harder for all eternity (or until you quit).