Dance After Dark Photography

I asked my co-worker today why she had Penny Lane written on the back of whatever it is that sticks up past the edge of my desk. She explained that it’s a photo of her niece, and her name is Penny Lane. Then she pulled out a photo of her nephew.

“What’s his name? Sergeant Pepper?”

Can you imagine that family reunion? “This is my niece Penny Lane and my nephew Sgt. Pepper. I am the Walrus. Have you met my son the Carpenter?”

I hate to admit it, but Knocked Up is one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in a long time. Seth Rogan cracks me up. I just stayed up entirely too late because I had to watch all the deleted scenes, and I get the feeling I’m going to watch them again before I return the DVD.

All this because it was the least unappealing thing on the shelf at Blockbuster. I got Surf’s Up because I know the family will want to see it, and I still had another movie to trade in. I’m curious, but I can’t make myself rent Black Snake Moan. It sounds too much like porn.

So, what DO you do with a drunken sailor?

And it’s official: Not as bad as I imagine it could be, but I’m still experiencing my first real hangover.

I say “real” hangover because when I worked in the Keys for a month I played drinking games with some co-workers after going snorkeling the same day. I thought I had a hangover then, except the nausea & ringing ears stuck with me for 3 days. The doc I was working with at the time told me I’d put a pinhole in my right eardrum. Oops! Aside from that, my worst drinking experiences involve tequila and a sour stomach afterward.

More than you all wanted to know, I’m sure, but I’m the King of Over-Sharing.

What amuses me most about this photo is the fact that Jenn and I came upon a group in the parking lot of Homme as we were leaving for the night. I don’t know how the conversation started, but Michael and I were talking about the versatility and freedom of kilts. Jenn snapped this photo of Adam, myself, and Michael. As we were leaving, I swept off my hat and bowed to the ladies, to a chorus of “Oh my god he’s bald!” *chuckles*

alt title: Phoenix update # who knows? I can’t be bothered to check.

I was entirely lazy this morning, so I sit here typing instead of walking around downtown Phoenix and taking photos of the Willow House like I intended. The original plan was to walk down there (about a mile), and then I found out that the AZ Irish Festival is also today and down the street from aforementioned coffee house. Trick is, I wanted to walk to the Willow House and take photos very early, like 7:00. Irish Fest gates open at 10:00.

In the end, I talked myself out of both. I have lots of time to get the photos of the Willow House. They’re moving in a week, but the building will be there regardless. When you see pictures, you’ll understand. As for the Irish Fest, I didn’t realize it was just a one-day affair. That doesn’t sound terribly impressive. It starts at 10:00, and we’re due in Casa Grande by 11:30. Maybe I’ll drop in this afternoon, when we come back from Casa Grande and Jenn goes to work. Festival is over at 5:00. Maybe not. I’m indifferent.

Much fun has been had, though! I already feel like I’ve had a few weeks of vacation, and I’m not even halfway there. I watched Mr. Show last night because Jenn keeps making references. I’d never heard of it, so I’m glad I dragged it out. It stars Bob Odenkirk and David Shaw with a metric ton of other comedians you’ll recognize. Jack Black, Sarah Silverman, several of the folks now on the Sarah Silverman Show whose names I don’t know. I find my sense of humor warping. More and more I enjoy awkward, uncomfortable humor.

Okay, it’s time to start thinking about breakfast. Do I make the mesquite-smoked turkey breakfast burritos w/ avocado & muenster, or do I wait for Jenn to get up so we can get something on the way to Casa Grande? Decisions, decisions.

Apparently, Tallulah Gorge is my stripper name.

This is what advertising should be, gosh darn it! I don’t mind spending money when someone works this hard to entertain me. There’s even a game to download. Crazy!

Fight For Kisses

And no, it’s not what it sounds like. Cutesy computer-animated baby and deadly flatulence. Enjoy.

Is it just me, or is Sheboygan more fun to pronounce than it is to visit?

Just an impression. I’ve never been there or anywhere else in Wisconsin. I’m just saying.

I’m in line at the video store, turning in a few movies to get free rentals, when I spot this poorly written sign over the credit/debit card reader.

“Penisbroken. Pleaseusefinger.”

It’s not my fault. They squeezed it all together.

I was hanging out with my friend Dave tonight, enjoying a late-night milkshake at Steak ‘n Shake. When we came back to his complex, we found that some dipshit had super-glued a note to my driver side window. Apparently it’s reserved parking. I haven’t visited that complex in 4 or 5 years, and there are no signs anywhere to denote resident & guest parking. Dave thought the spot I parked in was one of the guest spots. It’s a new thing, and they’ve changed the rules and assignments recently.

Thankfully the dipshit didn’t do anything permanent, but I have to question the logic of leaving a threatening note super-glued to someone’s car while, in the same note, confirming that tomorrow and every night thereafter the car in that same space will belong to the asshole responsible for the note. Leaving it tucked under the wiper blades would’ve been fine. Even a rude and threatening note left that way is acceptable to me. I was in the wrong, albeit unknowingly.

If Dave didn’t live there, I’d be tempted to go back next week and super-glue the same note to the car in that space with grammar and spelling corrections.

I liked this guy’s sense of humor.

“Hi. I’d like to replace my modem.”
“Okay, sir. We can do that, but do you mind telling me why?”
“I need a new one.”
“I can imagine, but is the old one malfunctioning somehow?”
“Well… (ahem) My dog malfunctioned it.”