saturday delivers a death in the family
slept late. had the pea's pancakes for the first time in a long time. wanted to try coffee, even went so far as to pour a cup. nope, stomach not that strong yet. (but strong enough for mexican food 3x since friday). it's funny realizing how your body really tells you what it can handle. in my situation, the things my body least objected to, in order:
soup
rice
beans
bread
caffeine (tea only)
chicken
meat
cheese
alcohol
i expect caffeine in coffee form is next, since it is all i have left. but, it's the scariest one left.
after some work on the new flower bed, af sensat came over for 2/3 of whiskeeto practice. our 2/3 side project's stage name is "hey, someone get those two drunk assholes off the stage."

practiced, then went to steanso's for a drummier practice. plans were made for bowling. we went to cherry creek for dinner. bowling scrapped. games played...the reclusive north american sultry jackass appeared. games ended...

nanostalgia dies this week. it was a fun outlet to drop reviews for all things multimedia - concerts, records, movies, games, etc. sadly, people got wrapped up in their own blogs and readership fell down to the contributors. i personally felt like the kid who had no place writing there. the other writers all seemed to be rtf majors, and had much more background than i did. still, i liked posting there as well as reading their thoughts. we even got picked up by national media once, and got into a pissing match with a state popular writer. goodbye nano. i will miss you.
soup
rice
beans
bread
caffeine (tea only)
chicken
meat
cheese
alcohol
i expect caffeine in coffee form is next, since it is all i have left. but, it's the scariest one left.
after some work on the new flower bed, af sensat came over for 2/3 of whiskeeto practice. our 2/3 side project's stage name is "hey, someone get those two drunk assholes off the stage."
we had a few drinks,

practiced, then went to steanso's for a drummier practice. plans were made for bowling. we went to cherry creek for dinner. bowling scrapped. games played...the reclusive north american sultry jackass appeared. games ended...

(see andy rock. see steanso hide his "tells")
nanostalgia dies this week. it was a fun outlet to drop reviews for all things multimedia - concerts, records, movies, games, etc. sadly, people got wrapped up in their own blogs and readership fell down to the contributors. i personally felt like the kid who had no place writing there. the other writers all seemed to be rtf majors, and had much more background than i did. still, i liked posting there as well as reading their thoughts. we even got picked up by national media once, and got into a pissing match with a state popular writer. goodbye nano. i will miss you.


4 Comments:
At Sun Jun 25, 01:45:00 PM PDT,
JMD said…
Well, I am not sure we had a readership beyond the contributors to begin with, and it was tough to get off the ground.
At Mon Jun 26, 02:14:00 PM PDT,
Steanso said…
Here's a study which explains so much about Crackbass...
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,200992,00.html
At Mon Jun 26, 05:33:00 PM PDT,
Anonymous said…
what are Steanso's tells?
At Tue Jun 27, 09:49:00 AM PDT,
CrackBass said…
He jumps up, pats his head, runs in circles and yells "mommy, mommy, i made a poopie."
it's a bad tell, as far as tells go.
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