Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Shockey was as shocked as I was when his kicker missed a game winning field goal, and then another, and then another.
Sunday, November 27, 2005

I went to the Gun Range today and fired a gun that looked like that, which is to say it looked like every other gun to my Canadian eyes. Before they gave me the gun I had to go through their infallible security system of paying $10 and giving them my drivers license. No loopholes there. Apparently entire families like to shoot guns together. This place put Chuck E. Cheese out of business. I'm having my next birthday party there. I saw a kid that looked to be about 9-years-old firing a gun as long as he is tall. I'll sleep safe knowing he won't be able to pull off a drive-by for another 7 years, unless he uses his bicycle, though he'd probably fall off when he fired the first shot. The shooting itself was okay. I'd rate it somewhere below bowling. It would have been better if I got to shoot something other then paper targets. You have to take some lessons before they let you shoot the Blacks, queers and cripples.
Saturday, November 26, 2005

Tomorrow I am taking my American-citizenship test, that's right, I'm going to the shooting range. I will tell you all about it if I'm not dead or in jail.
Thursday, November 24, 2005

Caption Me!

Fenix TX hasn't forgotten how to rock. The highlight of the night was definitely the Journey cover.

Catching some ZZZs between songs.

Allister dude checking out the chicks in the front row.

Houston Calls. Forcing their kid into piano lessons finally backfired on some unlucky asian folks.

Note to the promoter: Don't book a show in Seattle when MXPX is playing down the street.

A Day At The Fair singer gets head-butted.

My home away from my home away from home.

You know those wieners who don't drink beer? Their Cokes cost more than my beer. That'll learn 'em.

My church.

This qualifies as a sunny day here.
Saturday, November 19, 2005

Senses Fail, I got nothing.

You can't see me.

Saves The Day. Good band, bad acronym.

Ace of The Early November. No sign of Gary.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The A-Train arives at End Zone Station.

This was me on Sunday except it was fatter, drunker and rainier.
Friday, November 11, 2005

Why is that guy picking the bassist's nose?

This is Bryce, his brothers Lance and Troy aren't in the band.

Hey Goober, it's 100 degrees in here, lose the Hoth hat.

I hate to break it to you, but the Blues fucking suck.

The Rocket Summer, rockin' it in the Fall.
Thursday, November 10, 2005

OMG, it's Conor. He's so dreamy.

Screw the guitar, play the bloody harp.

Bright Eyes and corn, the only good things from Nebraska.

Skank.

The Sons and Daughters, even more boring than their name.

Willy Mason, the rockingest man at his old folks home.

Bright Eyes in the hizzy. Some bum thought I was taking a picture of him. If I wanted a picture of a bum, I'd use my own.
Monday, November 07, 2005

Seattle Weatherman = Easiest Job Ever.

The after picture.

Loose sloots.

I'm not surprised to see MJ in Vegas, though I didn't think he'd be wearing his uniform.

Loose sloots.

Fuck the French.
Saturday, November 05, 2005

Aaron Elling never looked so big.

Watching the Leafs at the Bellagio when Johnny Chan and Chau Giang walked by.
Chan: Who do you have?
Me: I'm sorry John, I don't remember.

Damn you McKnob. Damn you Simms.

Top of the list. Let's play some cards.

Time for another buffet.

This beats my living room.

The Super Bowl is at the end of this road.

10 dollars!? This better be the best damn Rye and Ginger ever. [drinks Rye and Ginger] You got lucky.
Thursday, November 03, 2005

A long crunch didn't keep me from staying up to date on the games.

What's the damage? Ugh.

Round 4: The Buffet wins in this round via TKO. I didn't eat again until dinner the next night.

Round 3: Back to the main course. I actually ate some lamb. Baa!
