This law states simply that all ice cream names could also describe bad dumps. The latest ad poster from Carvel next to D’s proves this law once again. Carvel can’t seem to get a product name that doesn’t make me clutch my stomach. Fudgy the Whale? Fruit Fizzlers? Sundae Dashers? Hlrhgalgbag
To make you feel better about life, here’s a picture of my cat being cute.
He has MISFIT tattooed on one leg, and MENTOR on the other. “Back in the day” when things were crazier and Tom was drinking, G.G. Allin crashed on his couch. He has a ’33 flathead Ford truck and a variety of impractical motorcycles. He can make metal do whatever he wants it to. Tom rides a dirt bike at night in the desert, and broke his leg doing it. He skateboards when he can, too.
Tom lays tile for a living. He’s not happy when he has to work weekends, because he’s not going to get any retirement. He’ll work until the day he dies. Until then, there’s the weekend and the thrill of speed and danger.
Tom walks stiffly and sits down with a grunt, but he’s quick to smile and loves swapping stories about punk rock, motorcycling, hot rods, and the fuckin’ mess the world’s in.
The rest of the series came out pretty damn well too.
Got stuck with Flip-Top Peg-Leg tonight on the patio. He came and sat at my table and talked at me about his home electronics. Listening to a known Peeping Tom/psycho girlwatcher go on and on about his video setup makes me want to sleep in an autoclave tonight. Also, boring. Very, very boring. I gave up on getting rid of him and concentrated on admiring his toupée, which is a perfectly oiled 1963 pompadour in steel grey.
He also showed me what high-quality video you can get on his camphone. OH CHRIST I did not want to know that.
Movie Guy Dan showed up later and we traded punk rock stories. I guess he booked Club Fetish around the time I was working for the Reader. I must have met him back then. I told him this story: The other day I was entering the supermarket and a guy coming out had a Hell Comes To Your House II T-shirt. I almost physically stopped him. “What the hell is that shirt? That was a GREAT album!” He smiled delightedly and told me there were only 75 of the shirts ever made, and that his friends who had them all kept them in collections, but he liked to wear his. We traded a couple of stories and shook hands warmly.
I posted a new photoset of my 2001 visit to the Musée Mecanique and added a set of older photos from the old diedrichs.org site. Most but not all of the pictures from the latter were taken by me. If one of them is yours and you don’t want it on my Flickr, let me know. I also dumped those in the “Patio” set. You care about this, deeply.
The ’83 Virago and its happy owner, back on the road. He said there’s quite a run on parts for older bikes. No doubt everyone else is fixing up the motorcycle too with the fuel prices on the rise.
Bob has a lot of stories but you can see most of them here.
The local rich kids all showed up at once and began staring at this laptop, giving me the opportunity to create my own D.I.Y. Apple ad. I’m not sure whether “Think Different” or “The Power To Crush The Other Kids” would be the best slogan to use. Maybe a new slogan for emo kids with lots of cash?
Two good reasons to kill a few afternoon hours on the patio. She’s one of the few people I’m ever glad to see with a guitar out there. I wish she’d done more than noodle a bit and hand the instrument back to her dad.
I don’t get tired of palm trees at sunset.
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