give a whole other meaning to the term blow job. . . .

gusts of 20 to 30mph. . . . . . bbrrrrrrr

I had breakfast today with my friend Patricia (she's visiting from Boston) and gifted me with her mothers brass zills from the 70's! Yeah!! They are very cool and sound great. I'm very excited about this gift because currently I have 2 sets of cheap zills and I really hate the way they sound. . .too tin like for my ears. I think the cheap ones will make their way to a new home very soon.

WHY WHY WHY are these people buzzing all our buildings around here?? (I'm at Post and Kearney)

We've been listening to this since before noon. . . .

They've been hovering off and on above as well as landing on the Grand Hyatt on Grant at Sutter.

There is no obvious film crew or respective film related trailers . . . I can't find anything online. . .

anyone know what the deal is?? Though we are all aggravated by the noise here in the office, we're still curious as to what all the hustle and bustle is about.

I just returned from an evening in San Jose with them. They passed me a much belated birthday present of BOOKS!!! It's the Twilight series of 4 books, which I was about to purchase myself. I've not seen the movie yet, despite loving vampire stories. So I'll read this before I rent the flick.

...do I have to have male roommates that can not fucking manage to clean up their own urine spots from the bathroom floor???? I don't think it's too much to ask that they clean up after themselves!!!! lazy fuckers. . . .

In my life I've lived with 14 males (family and roommates), NONE of them EVER left any urine spots on the floor.

http://music.msn.com/music/article.aspx?news=350958>1=28102

© Kelly A. Swift/RetnaLux InteriorCramps founder and punk pioneer Lux Interior dies
Feb. 5, 2009, 10:18 AM EST
LOS ANGELES (AP) -- A publicist for the pioneering horror-punk band the Cramps says co-founder and lead singer Lux Interior has died. He was 60.

Publicist Aleix Martinez says Interior, whose real name was Erick Lee Purkhiser, died Wednesday of a pre-existing heart condition at a Glendale, Calif., hospital.

Interior met his future wife Kristy Wallace — who would later take the stage name Poison Ivy — in Sacramento in 1972.

They moved to New York and started the Cramps, with Interior on lead vocals and Ivy on guitar. The group was part of the late '70s early punk scene centered at Manhattan clubs like CBGB alongside acts such as the Ramones and Patti Smith.

Their unmistakable sound was a lo-fi synthesis of rockabilly and surf guitar staged with a deviant dose of midnight-movie camp. Some called it "psychobilly."

It's sort of politically incorrect. . . .

The Wal-Mart greeter

After landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter, a good find for many retirees, I lasted less than a day.

About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.

As I had been instructed, I said pleasantly, 'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'

The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'Hell no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7. Why the heck would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?'

So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe you got laid twice. Have a good day.'

My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work....

Has anyone ever rented from this landlord in the bay area before? I believe that they are mostly in SF and a bit of rental property in Oakland.

If you have or are currently, please let me know. I'm doing some personal research in my quest for future housing.

Thank you, Kim

I have many childhood memories of watching Creature Features over the years. . . . .all things must come to an end.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/01/08/DDQS15665F.DTL

Bob Wilkins - host of 'Creature Features'

Justin Berton, Chronicle Staff Writer

Friday, January 9, 2009

Bob Wilkins, the cigar-wielding host of "Creature Features," the late-night movie show that aired on KTVU's Channel 2 through the 1970s, died Wednesday in Reno from complications of Alzheimer's disease, his family said. He was 76.

For a generation of science fiction and B-movie enthusiasts, Mr. Wilkins was the bespectacled TV host who drolly introduced underground flicks with titles such as "Attack of the Mushroom People."

"Don't stay up tonight," Mr. Wilkins sometimes told viewers. "It's not worth it."

For the same generation of Bay Area children, Mr. Wilkins was also the host of the after-school KTVU program "Captain Cosmic," donning a silver motorcycle helmet and crimson cape to introduce Japanese cult shows such as "Ultra Man."

"I wouldn't be the movie fan I am today without Bob Wilkins," said Don Hicks, 45, a rare-film collector and projectionist who grew up in Napa and maintains a tribute to Mr. Wilkins' career on his Web site. "At school, we'd all talk all week long about the movies he was going to show; he instructed you on how to appreciate these films, without talking down to you as a kid."

Hicks recalled the watershed moment when Mr. Wilkins showed "Night of the Living Dead," which became a late-night staple in an era with limited channel-surfing choices, and long before cable ushered in movies on demand.

Mr. Wilkins' selections (he previewed the films before airing them) suggested an aficionado's taste for genre cinema, but he held no special attachment to the movies, said his longtime friend and sometime co-host John Stanley.

"Bob had no passion for horror," laughed Stanley, who described the Indiana native as bemused by the subject. "I'm sure he enjoyed it, but he didn't take it seriously."

Robert Gene Wilkins was born the only boy among seven children in Hammond, Ind. The son of a steelworker, Mr. Wilkins served in the Korean War (beating a bout with tuberculosis along the way), and later graduated from Indiana University with a degree in marketing.

Mr. Wilkins worked his way up from the mailroom at a Chicago advertising agency to become a copywriter, then headed to California in 1963, where he landed a job as an ad salesman at television station KCRA in Sacramento.

In those days, ad salesmen helped hold the camera equipment when shooting commercials, even serving as the on-camera talent in a pinch, Stanley said. After watching Mr. Wilkins entertain as a master of ceremonies for a retirement party, a station manager suggested Mr. Wilkins host a late-night movie show designed to run through the station's library of old films. The show was meant to compete with local stations that played the national anthem and went off the air after the 11 p.m. newscasts.

Tom Wyrsch, author of "The Bob Wilkins Scrapbook," said Mr. Wilkins' understated demeanor became a hit with viewers. During breaks, Mr. Wilkins interviewed amateur filmmakers and local eccentrics who tended to believe in flying saucers, Stanley said.

To calm his on-air nerves, Mr. Wilkins purchased a Windsor cigar, the cheapest and largest of the lot, and rocked slowly in a yellow rocking chair. After the Sacramento show brought in high ratings for its time slot, in 1970, Oakland's KTVU offered Wilkins a 9 p.m. weekend slot for "Creature Features," a show he hosted until 1979.

Sally Wilkins said that during the "Creature Features" run, and even after, her husband continued his work as an ad man, with clients such as Macy's and Chuck E. Cheese. He was particularly proud of a television campaign that helped Macy's turn profitable in three weeks, Sally Wilkins said.

In the 1990s, Wyrsch and Stanley helped usher a resurgence of Mr. Wilkins' fame by attending conventions such as WonderCon, and producing "Watch Horror Films, Keep America Strong," a documentary about the horror show genre.

Sally Wilkins said her husband, in his retirement years, remained passionate about his family and helping others; while she attended church, Mr. Wilkins used the time to paint over graffiti in Reno, she said.

"I don't think he ever realized how many young people he influenced," Sally Wilkins said. "Every once in a while, a person would recognize him on the street and say, 'Hey, you're the guy I would watch from my bedroom late at night.' "

In addition to his wife, Mr. Wilkins is survived by two children, Rob and Nancy.

Sally Wilkins said the family is planning a memorial for fans in the coming weeks.

Mr. Wilkins' Web site is at www.bobwilkins.net.


E-mail Justin Berton at jberton@sfchronicle.com.

This article appeared on page B - 10 of the San Francisco Chronicle

Stupid people needing Darwin Award nominations. . . ..


Chunk of NZ glacier crushes 2 Australian tourists

Thursday, January 8, 2009

(01-08) 11:39 PST WELLINGTON, New Zealand (AP) --

A falling chunk of glacier crushed two brothers to death at a popular tourist spot, and one remained buried under ice blocks the size of large vehicles, police said Friday.

The two Australians apparently ignored rope barriers set up to prevent hikers from wandering into dangerous areas.

They were struck when a section of ice sloughed off the main face of South Island's Fox Glacier on Thursday afternoon, said Constable Tony LeSueur.

One body was recovered. "It was too dangerous to carry on" to dig out the other, LeSueur said, adding that rescuers with a mechanical digger would consider whether to resume the operation later Friday.

The glacier face is steep and prone to random ice collapses, Department of Conservation area manager Jo Macpherson said Thursday.

The brothers, who were in their 20s, went to the glacier without guides, Rob Jewell of Fox Glacier Guiding, a private company that takes tourists around the glacier, told National Radio.

Police have not released the brothers' names.

Almost one in three of the 600,000 visitors to the region's two glaciers ignored warning signs and entered danger zones in 2007, the Department of Conservation said.

click the link and read the comments. . . some of them are GREAT.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2009/01/08/international/i062145S08.DTL&tsp=1

My brother Tony will be 40 in April and seems to be fully decided that his birthday party will be Star Wars themed. That's fine, he'll be Han Solo, not sure how his wife will be dressed. . sort of assuming Princess Leia.

I'm not sure how I'll dress, but my smart ass brother seems determined to have me dress as a JAWA. . . yes, those little 3 foot tall creatures. . . .

yeah, that works well with my be almost 6 feet tall. . . . .

I think he wants to fuck with people by there being a mutant tall Jawa and is curious to see how I'll put that together costume wise. . . .

So anyone have suggestion on Jawa-ing myself out. . . .I guess I need to go to a military surplus place for some gear or I could make my own. . . .

And we all know I have plenty of playa dust to make myself a bit more authentically desert-ish like. . .

Accused drunken driver ends up running over self

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

(11-26) 05:25 PST Santa Fe, N.M. (AP) --

A man is in a northern New Mexico jail, accused of driving drunk and leading police on a chase that finally ended with him running over himself.

Roy Travis Aguilar, 21, was treated for minor injuries at a Santa Fe hospital and booked into the Sandoval County detention center on charges of aggravated driving while intoxicated, fleeing a police officer, careless driving and two other outstanding traffic warrants.

A tip on a police hot line Sunday afternoon reported a possible drunken driver on a highway.

State Police Officer Grace Romero spotted Aguilar's pickup truck swerving across both lanes of the highway, driving slowly and then fast. He refused to stop.

After narrowly missing other vehicles, police said Aguilar drove through a ditch and a barbed-wire fence before stopping. He tried to put the truck into park, but it ended up in reverse.

Police said Aguilar fell from his open door and both of his legs were run over by the front driver's side tire.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2008/11/26/national/a052504S36.DTL&tsp=1

Seriously folks, this takes a particular gift to accomplish this task. . . .

FUCK YEAH for Obama!!!

Now we get to watch Obama work magic and turn a big bag of shit that Bush has made the USA, into Lemonade.


POO on Prop. 8 passing. . . .damn damn damn. I do see this being overturned in the future, so you can color me hopeful.

Copy this sentence into your livejournal if you're single, or involved and thinking about getting married, and don't want marriage "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.


and I had to add this because I loved it all :)

ganked from the LJ of blaugirl who pulled it from. . .

...and also, from the LJ of bronicablue:


10 Reaso​ns Why Gay Marri​age is Wrong
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​.
​.
​and 10 sarcastic rebuttals


1) Being​ gay is not natur​al.

...And real Ameri​cans alway​s rejec​t unnat​ural thing​s like eyegl​asses​,​ polyester,​ and air condi​tioni​ng,​ tatto​os,​ pierc​ings, and silic​on breas​ts.​.​.
​

2) Gay marri​age will encou​rage peopl​e to be gay.

...In the same way that hangi​ng aroun​d tall peopl​e will make you tall.
​

3) Legal​izing​ gay marri​age will open the door to all kinds​ of crazy​ behav​ior.​

...Peopl​e may even wish to marry​ their​ pets, becau​se a dog has legal​ standing and can sign a marri​age contr​act.​ Lamps​ are next.
​

4) Strai​ght marri​age has been aroun​d a long time and hasn'​t chang​ed at all;

...Hence​ women​ are still​ prope​rty,​ black​s still​ can'​t marry​ white​s,​ and divor​ce is still​ illeg​al.
​

5) Strai​ght marri​age will be less meani​ngful​ if gay marri​age were allow​ed;​

...And we can'​t let the sanct​ity of Britn​ey Spear​s'​ 55-​hour just-​for-​fun marri​age be destr​oyed.
​

6) Strai​ght marri​ages are valid​ becau​se they produ​ce child​ren.
​

...There​fore gay coupl​es,​ infer​tile coupl​es,​ and old peopl​e shoul​dn'​t be allowed to marry​, becau​se our popul​ation​ isn'​t out of contr​ol,​ our orpha​nages​ aren'​t full yet, and the world​ needs​ more child​ren.
​

7) Obvio​usly gay paren​ts will raise​ gay child​ren,​

...Since​,​ of cours​e,​ strai​ght paren​ts only raise​ strai​ght child​ren.
​

8) Gay marri​age is not suppo​rted by relig​ion.
​
...In a theoc​racy like ours,​ the value​s of one relig​ion are impos​ed on the entir​e count​ry.​ That'​s why we have only one relig​ion in Ameri​ca.
​
(Did I miss the lesso​n where​ Jesus​ says He hates​ gays?​)​


9) Child​ren can never​ succe​ed witho​ut a male and a femal​e role model​ at home.
​
...Which​ is exact​ly why we as a socie​ty expre​ssly forbi​d singl​e paren​ts to raise​ child​ren.


10) Gay marri​age will chang​e the found​ation​ of socie​ty. We could​ never​ adapt​ to new socia​l norms​.​

...Just like we haven​'​t adapt​ed to cars,​ the servi​ce-​secto​r econo​my,​ or longe​r life spans​.

Following conversation regarding the SF Chron endorsing McCain/Pallin on this morning's paper. . . I overheard the following:

Secretary to Attorney, "I wonder where the Bush Library will be located."

Attorney to Secretary, "In a Volkswagen!"

heheheheeehahahahhaaaaa, that particular attorney is good for one liners and is clearly an Obama supporter.

Today I determined that expiration date of my habitation on Baker Street is nearing it's end date. The past few months in regards to our our new roommate, now soon to be ex-roommate has shown me sides of the master tenants interpersonal skills and at times her lack there of, and have brought me to the conclusion that I must go. The last thing I need is to have any of this aimed at me in the future.

For the moment, I'm financially recovering from India earlier this year and Burning Man, but after the first of the year I'll be finding myself a new place to live. I'm hoping for the same neighborhood as I have been there for the past 10 years and I really like it :~) but I'm going to remain open to other areas of SF so long as they have the same amount of available public transit in the area.

more on this later. . . .

I've been watching this show since the beginning (it feeds the science geek in me) and remember the episode when the characters were all talking about who they were in school. Grissom replied that he was a ghost and that one day he would disappear. I'm curious to see how this ultimately plays out.

http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx/?news=327333>1=28103

eeeeeeeeee!!!! I get to arrive EARLY!!!

FUCK YEAH!!!

I'll be packing right after work on August 22nd and heading up to the playa!! I'll be there by no later than sun rise on the 23rd. I'm SUPER excited about this!!

Bonus FUCK YEAH is that Natalie was kind enough to volunteer to help me pack, so it won't be like last year when I was all by myself in the middle of the night taking my gear down ALL my stairs. This time I will only have to go down to the porch and she'll grab it from there to the van.

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First let me say I don't own a pair as I think they are ugly, regardless of the variety of colors and styles they are made into. When I was at my dread consult appointment over a week ago the receptionist and the person about to do my hair were scanning the Croc site snarking at the shoes. Apparently the receptionist has a friend that the only shoes that friend wears is Crocs and she's just sick to death of seeing the damn things. I said I thought they were the next Birkenstocks craze (yet another type of shoes I think are UGLY).

That being said, I present you with the article I just randomly found and love. I've provided the link to the article incase you are curious about any links that are only available to see on the article site itself.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/150240/page/1

Make. It. Stop.
The case for ending our long national nightmare.

By Steve Tuttle | Newsweek Web Exclusive
Aug 1, 2008 | Updated: 12:42 p.m. ET Aug 1, 2008

I like to play a game with my son, Joseph. We sit on a bench in touristy Old Town, Alexandria, Va., and we're not allowed to get up until we see a dozen pairs of Crocs. It usually doesn't take long. But the other day we were stuck at eight after a few minutes, and I was getting a little concerned. Just then my boy leaned over and said, "Don't worry, Dad. A family of dorks will come along any minute." To paraphrase Hank Hill, if he wasn't my son, I would have hugged him right then, I was so proud.

I know what you're thinking: what kind of sick father lets his impressionable young son call people dorks because of the shoes they wear? Well, who else will teach him that wearing sweaty bright purple clown shoes in public is not OK? He certainly won't learn that lesson at school. Teachers seem to be some of the biggest abusers of this horrid fad.

I know what else you're thinking: "I like Crocs … they're so comfortable. I'll tell you who the dork is … the guy writing this story, that's who! And who died and made him the fashion authority anyway?" Well, no one. I own pitted-out T shirts that are more than a quarter of a century old, and I've been known to strut around town in some pleated khaki Dockers. I own one belt. A female colleague even told me once I'd be a "perfect candidate for 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy'." I think she was trying to be helpful. My complete lack of fashion sense actually supports my theory, because even I know these things are an abomination.

Yes, I'm really, really late to the Crocs-bashing party. Really late. Plenty of fashionistas have written screeds over the years. But the damn things are still here, so this is no time to stop fighting. To quote the great John Belushi: "Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell, no!"

I've been following the good work of Web sites like I Hate Crocs Dot Com for some time, even going so far as to submit a photograph of a stuffed skunk spraying a pair of pink Crocs. The fantastic Best Page In The Universe posted a hilarious rant a while back joking that people who bought Crocs on Amazon.com also bought frozen corn dogs, Pabst Blue Ribbon Light and trucker balls, as well as the CD single "Hey There, Delilah" by the Plain White T's. The rant's author, Maddox, writes: "People who wear Crocs go on and on about how comfortable they are, and how it's supposedly odor resistant because it's made out of some kind of anti-bacterial foam … You know what else it's resistant to? You getting laid."

A popular YouTube video called "Dorcs" parodies the trend: "Wow, but they're so ugly," says an office worker to her friend. "That's how you know they're comfortable," he says. By the end, she's a convert: "I've given fashion the finger, and joined the Dorcs revolution!" The Crocs Empire is acutely aware of us haters. Even their own commercials make fun of the irrational and over-the-top rage their shoes instill in people like me. In one, an unshaven lunatic holds a neon blue Croc in front of his face and screams, "Why are you wearing these!" for 30 seconds. I only wish I'd known about the tryouts for this commercial.

Crocs's stock price has cratered of late, so there is hope. According to the Rocky Mountain News, the shoes, "which were once so popular that the company couldn't keep pace with demand, are now piling up in warehouses." Maybe the company's just a victim of its own success. If practically every person in the U.S. already has a pair and they're indestructible, how many more can you sell? The same thing happened to Wham-O back in the 1950s with the Hula Hoop.

But the company isn't giving up. They've been diversifying, sponsoring Olympic teams and veering off into sandals and other designs, trying to fool us. They've even gone so far as to create a high-heeled Croc. OMG, as the kids say. These have to be seen to be believed. I recommend only the strong of heart should attempt to Google "high-heeled Croc." The company Web site has this ominous warning for us: "Today, Crocs™ Shoes are available all over the world and on the internet as we continue to significantly expand all aspects of our business" (italics added). That sounds like a threat to me. They're even suing other companies like Skechers for allegedly stealing their great idea. Skechers says the lawsuit is "baseless," "outlandish," and "ridiculous." I'll tell you what's outlandish and ridiculous: that these things sell so much that another company would feel compelled to copy them, allegedly. Don't we have enough eye pollution with just the originals still out there? Don't be fooled, America! Soylent Green is CROCS!!!

If you think about it, the Crocs company should really be admired. P. T. Barnum would be proud. They've managed to separate money from the wallets of millions and millions of seemingly sane people who wake up, look in the closet, and actually decide: "Today I'll leave the house wearing these neon-green Dutch bubble shoes with Swiss-cheese holes in them. Maybe I'll even buy some little plastic strawberries or bananas and jam them in the sweat holes, just to jazz things up and make the bacteria incubate faster." That's fine. I say do whatever you want in the privacy of your own home. Let your Crocs freak flag fly. But don't make the rest of us watch.

I realize this article might not go down too well even in my own editorial office and certainly not in our ad sales department. My boss in Washington read an early draft and said it was funny, but that I had a "somewhat demented obsessiveness." At least he threw me a "somewhat." Another editor wondered aloud if I had perhaps been trampled by Crocs at some point in my life. I also worry about writing this because some of my best friends—and their sweet, innocent children—wear them. One of my dearest—the sister I never had—introduced me to the shoes years ago when she waltzed into a garden party in a pair of bright hot-pink Crocs. I couldn't stop staring at them. "What are those things?!" I whimpered nervously, hoping maybe she was rehabbing from some sort of strange Achilles mishap. "Oh, they're called Crocs … I got them for gardening," she said, so innocently.

Oh, if only we'd known what a tsunami of fashion idiocy was about to be unleashed, maybe we could have stopped it somehow, and they would have stayed in the garden where they belong, covered with manure, a trendy item to be featured on www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com. If only. Then they wouldn't be out there in the American mainstream, that big, vast, sweaty mainstream traipsing through our airports and over our beaches and around our great shopping malls. Plop, plop, plop, they go, stuffing their Crocs faces with ice cream and Doritos and giant sodas. Plop, plop, plop. Stuff, stuff, stuff. Yuck, yuck, yuck. And the rest of us have to watch. I spent eight hours waiting on a flight at Dulles over the 4th of July week and I was just minutes from tackling the next group of Crocs ploppers I saw. Luckily for me—and the ploppers—my flight finally arrived and I wasn't arrested for assault. Knowing my luck, I'd have shown up in court to find 12 pairs of Crocs sitting in the jury box.

It would have probably been better for my career if I just posted this as an anonymous Craigslist rant as CrocsHatah35 or something. Plenty of others have spouted off about Crocs there. And sure, I would have had a lot more readers. But Craigslist doesn't write my paychecks, and this is just too important to ignore another day. Some times you just have to make a stand, even if it's a few years late. Do we really think we're going to stop global warming if we can't even end this fashion Chernobyl once and for all? I think the U.S. government should institute a Crocs buyback policy, like they do in the inner city for guns. It would do more to beautify this great land than Lady Bird's highway beautification program ever did.

So I'm begging you, America. Just stop. When you wake up tomorrow and look at your options, choose flip-flops. Go barefoot. Wear boots. Anything but Crocs. By next summer—if we all work together—we can have this plague of bad taste virtually eliminated. Yes! We! Can!

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