Something New

So I recently realized that after drinking a ton of wine and beer on an empty stomach, Groucho can get very blotto. In such situations, he may say and do things that an intoxicated person would not do, unless they are also drunk. Groucho was both. He might jokingly ask some gentleman why his mustache is on their dick, only to be shocked when it is actually found there. He then may have a lot explaining to do, in such a situation, particularly if the man's girlfriend is a duck. After desiring Laughter, Gaiety, and Hot Cha-Cha, it is undecided if he got them. It is also undecided if he got the clap. Results shall be posted once they are in.

I'm Back, God Damn It!

Sorry I've been MIA for awhile now. I've had house guests, but I've almost killed all of them, so I feel free to discuss them now. These Indian Meal Moths have really cramped my style, and I sacrifice my style for no one, particularly those who happen to mate so openly, and tell their snot-nosed larvae to climb my kitchen walls and play on my ceiling. But three weeks later, and a shiny coat of Raid on my lungs, I feel the battle is nearing it's end.


In other News, I did not attend the Calexico show at the Roseland tonight. Due to my chronic absent mindedness and the occasional bout of extreme poverty, I was late in acquiring the appropriate tickets to such an event, and was without the interest to pursue my chances at purchasing the ticket illegally on Burnside. Undaunted, I bought the new Iron & Wine/Calexico album. I then followed that purchase up with a
collection of Woody Allen's books Without Feathers, Getting Even, and Side Effects. Then on to Everyday Music where I found a copy of Lee Hazelwood's
Cowboy in Sweden, an album I have had a dickens of a time trying to get my hands on. So I touched it. Then I bought it. And best of all, these purchases cost me no more money than a ticket to the show would have. Now this, dear friends, is how to rationalize.