Sofa King Awesome

I love this so much. Oh and here's his myspace.

I now ride a white horse

I don't know what little virus or whatever crawled past the well constructed defensive bourbon layer and made me ill, but it's one tough son of a bitch. I left the house for 5 hours today, the longest I've been out in 10 days. In the past 3 days. I've slept around 8 hours... most of that due to the fact that I can't stop coughing. Things are coming out of me that I KNOW never went in. I get winded walking across the street. Food has lost it's appeal. The end is surely near....

That being said, let the sucking up to me for prime shit in my will begin. Bad news? Shannon is already spoken for.

Anyone need a bike?

Shannon is selling hers. Nice ride for a smaller person.

This, ladies and gents....

is how we roll. Anything worth doing is worth doing in your underwear in front of hundreds of people.

What feed tools/subscription mechanism?

I'm thinking of adding an RSS feed, atom feed, or something like that? Anyone interested? What aggregator or whatever do you use?

Never mind.... There's an RSS feed up by my picture. Don't say I never gave you anything.

Yet another Cava rave

As you may know, I am in love with our new local restaurant. We've finally got a decent, some what upscale diner the I can walk to, and that pleases me. I really enjoy a nice 10 block walk, both before and after dinner.

Tonight I had the hamburger. F***ing epic win. Seriously, one of the best "bistro" burgers I've ever had... If not the best.

Why did I never think of

this?

Whoa, Whoa wait a second....

This seems to say that perhaps Portland cops are corrupt thugs! C'mon! As everyone in PDX knows, as long as you're white and willing to look the other way, Portland cops are GREAT!

My favorite quote? "Officers wrote in their reports that Waterhouse ran off, they chased and then bean-bagged and Tasered him. One officer wrote, "He had refused to drop the camera which could be used as a weapon." Of course, using this same line of thinking, you had better be careful around Portland cops if you're wearing pants, or holding a big gulp, or talking on a cell phone, or walking your dog.

The best thing I've done all day.

This probably won't make much sense if you're not a /b/tard.

WRONG

fail.

OK one more funny thing...

Before I go to bed...

"Steve Irwin died the same way he lived.... With animals in his heart".

L. Brent Bozell III

First, nothing screams "please look at me I'm important" and "please beat me up" like guys who put an initial as their first name. The only thing that's worse is the "seconds" and "thirds" of the world. You're not royalty, so knock it off. This douchebag decided to go with both... Meaning his psyche screams "yes I know I suck, but maybe if I name myself audaciously enough 1 out of 20 people in the trailer park will think I'm cool".

Next, I read your piece Mr. Bozell. Fuck you. I wish I had your problems. Put your "can't admit I'm queer so I'll rank on the gays" dress back on, get your over named ass back in the kitchen where you belong, and serve beer to the real men (gay and straight). And don't make me tell you twice, Nancy... See? One simple name and it fits you so much better.

From my favorite thread of today....

I like my women like I like my coffee, COVERED IN BEES!

I like my women like I like my coffee, STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD A SPOON IN!

I LIKE MY WOMEN LIKE I LIKE MY COFFEE, GROUND UP AND IN THE FREEZER

I like my women like I like my coffee, cheap

I like my women like I like my coffee, taken from her native land in the Himalayas and brought, packaged, to me for a small sum of money.


I like my women like I like my coffee, ON MY DESK WAITING FOR ME IN THE MORNING BITCH

I like my women like I like my whiskey, 12 years old and mixed up with coke

I like my women like I like my coffee, ALL OVER MY LAP!


I like my women like I like my coffee, FUCKING HOT

I like my women like I like my coffee A DELIGHT TO THE SENSES, INFINITELY PLEASURABLE YET COMFORTING

I like my women like I like my coffee. In a plastic container filled with ice cubes.

I like my women like I like my coffee, Irish and mixed up with loads of alcohol!

I like my woman like I like my.... oh wait... I'm gay...

I like my women like I like my coffee, picked up at Tim Horton's on a lonely Sunday morning; consumed in the car; and tossed by the side of the road when done

Zzzzzzz.....

So I followed up seeing Turbonegro with a late night bouncing at this show. Music was OK.... But I will say the bands, especially Unearth, really knew how to give their fans a good show. I spent a good deal of the Unearth set HELPING FANS ON TO THE STAGE at the behest of the band. Now, the fans were a bunch of underage douchebags, but having been one once I can understand what a kick ass time those kids must have had. You'll never see me in line for a suicide silence record, but I do have to give it up to all those bands for giving the kids their money's worth.

Oh and that little chick up front with the pink hair was hot as hell. If I wouldn't have been tired, sweaty, and old enough to be her dad.... Well, I would have still made fun of her for being (in the words of the beastie boys) "educated? no. stupid? yup."

Just had dinner at Cava again...

If you live in FOPO, and you haven't eaten here yet, you're making a serious mistake. Great food, great wine, great staff. This is really the kind of spot our area was lacking in a big way. All the stuff you used to have to leave the neighborhood to get is now right in your back yard.

Thank you, Turbonegro

For yetanother awesome show. You love Portland, Portland loves you.

08 election

I'm afraid some of you are not taking my candidate seriously. Have you seen his position on circumstances?

Yay dumbass!

Oh here we go....

I'll bet Tipper Gore's spider sense in tingling over this one: "Police believe Coon, wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt, black jeans and black nail polish, targeted the two teachers he shot Wednesday. Coon's troubles seemed to come to a breaking point this week. Students said Monday's fight was over God — Coon told his classmates he didn't believe in God and instead worshipped rocker Marilyn Manson."

I hate my brain

Once again, I managed to sleep about 90 minutes and now I'm wide awake. Fought it for about 30 minutes before I came downstairs. So, now we get to play the waiting game. Sooner or later the body will pummel the mind into submission. Anyway, I found this. Crashing cars is OK I guess. :(.

Fux0r.