Foreground/Background

The other night, Erika was playing with layered shots—putting someone in the foreground and someone in the backgroung. Ben, Tyler, and I were playing with putting drinks in our stomach. The darts league hated us. …
So STC.com is operational again after a week of weirdness due to switching servers. I appreciate all the emails of complaints, er, I mean support.

This shot is freaking me out because I look just like my grandfather. Not much interest to you if you ahve never met him.

SOTD: From Ben, NYC Bars…and their patrons. The hot ones.

The other night, Erika was playing with layered shots—putting someone in the foreground and someone in the backgroung. Ben, Tyler, and I were playing with putting drinks in our stomach. The darts league hated us.

So STC.com is operational again after a week of weirdness due to switching servers. I appreciate all the emails of complaints, er, I mean support.

This shot is freaking me out because I look just like my grandfather. Not much interest to you if you ahve never met him.

SOTD: From Ben, NYC Bars…and their patrons. The hot ones.

Still Having Technical Difficulties

We are still experiencing problems with the site today. By “we”, I mean my failed dreams and me. What can you do to help? Do you know how to convert BerkleyDB version 1.85 files to a MySQL database?
FYI: I’m drinking on Saturaday to forget my birthday.

SOTD: From Tyler, let’s see this movie.

We are still experiencing problems with the site today. By “we”, I mean my failed dreams and me. What can you do to help? Do you know how to convert BerkleyDB version 1.85 files to a MySQL database?

FYI: I’m drinking on Saturaday to forget my birthday.

SOTD: From Tyler, let’s see this movie.

Kiss me, I’m Irish…

Actually, half Irish and also half German, which means I feel a compulsion to invade France, but I’m too drunk to do so.
Happy St. Pat’s. If you feel like being festive, decorate your PC with a St. Patrick’s Screensaver or Wallpaper from Screensavers.com.

So I’m convinced my neighbor is dead. Every morning for two weeks I can here the beep of an alarm clock through the walls. It goes off until long after I normally leave for work. I’ve seen the guy whose apartment I think the noise is coming from. He seemed like the type to die alone. Should I call someone about this?

SOTD: Via a prank, you can read the favorite jokes of our senators. John Kerry is pretty funny. Santorum is an ass.

Actually, half Irish and also half German, which means I feel a compulsion to invade France, but I’m too drunk to do so.

Happy St. Pat’s. If you feel like being festive, decorate your PC with a St. Patrick’s Screensaver or Wallpaper from Screensavers.com.

So I’m convinced my neighbor is dead. Every morning for two weeks I can here the beep of an alarm clock through the walls. It goes off until long after I normally leave for work. I’ve seen the guy whose apartment I think the noise is coming from. He seemed like the type to die alone. Should I call someone about this?

SOTD: Via a prank, you can read the favorite jokes of our senators. John Kerry is pretty funny. Santorum is an ass.

Tatt lady and bar dog

According to Muncle Steve, “Just think, if you married tatt lady, you could probably use her workbench.”
I don’t even know tatt girl, actually. Why is she pic of the day? Well, the dog was cute at the bar, although very flatulent. And none of you were there. Assholes.

SOTD: Can you identify this place?

According to Muncle Steve, “Just think, if you married tatt lady, you could probably use her workbench.”

I don’t even know tatt girl, actually. Why is she pic of the day? Well, the dog was cute at the bar, although very flatulent. And none of you were there. Assholes.

SOTD: Can you identify this place?

“I want a suburban home.” – The Descendants

When you are a thin, single guy who gets beers for free downstairs and dates lots of younger women, your married friends, although jealous, try and end your stay in Neverland and recruit you to the dark side of wedded “bliss.” Normally, they fail to tempt me at all with talk of companionship and the joys of domesticity because the conversation generally drifts to emasculation and boredom. However, when I checked out Jerry’s site today, I saw something that could lead me down the road to a wife and house in the burbs. Jerry has a workbench. I do not. Granted, I don’t have time to do carpentry with all the crazy raving and whoring I do. But still, I want a fucking workbench, too. …
I was thinking about the end of “Train Spotting” when Renton rattles of a list of things associated with a normal life and I noticed a similar list is creeping up on me: 401K, shoe trees, dental plan, duvet cover, electric toothbrush, napkin rings, realtor, wooden hangers, ironing board, flower vase, and a PS2. Wait, the PS2 is cool. It proves I’m still in my twenties. The mold in the shower confirms it.

SOTD: A new song from my friend Howard that coincidentally is Jerry’s childhood nickname. I’ll get him to write something for Dan next.

When you are a thin, single guy who gets beers for free downstairs and dates lots of younger women, your married friends, although jealous, try and end your stay in Neverland and recruit you to the dark side of wedded “bliss.” Normally, they fail to tempt me at all with talk of companionship and the joys of domesticity because the conversation generally drifts to emasculation and boredom. However, when I checked out Jerry’s site today, I saw something that could lead me down the road to a wife and house in the burbs. Jerry has a workbench. I do not. Granted, I don’t have time to do carpentry with all the crazy raving and whoring I do. But still, I want a fucking workbench, too.

I was thinking about the end of “Train Spotting” when Renton rattles of a list of things associated with a normal life and I noticed a similar list is creeping up on me: 401K, shoe trees, dental plan, duvet cover, electric toothbrush, napkin rings, realtor, wooden hangers, ironing board, flower vase, and a PS2. Wait, the PS2 is cool. It proves I’m still in my twenties. The mold in the shower confirms it.

SOTD: A new song from my friend Howard that coincidentally is Jerry’s childhood nickname. I’ll get him to write something for Dan next.

I’m hungry. Let’s get a taco.

Name the movie that quote is from and you win…nothing. …
About once a week, normally during an awards show, Colleen and Lauren cook Ortega Tacos for Walker and me. That shit is good.

Spaulding Gray is dead. A month before he disappeared, my friend Mihaela bought me a ticket to see him perform. I was supposed to meet her at 7PM on a Sunday and I forgot because I was hungover watching “King of the Hill.” So I missed my last chance and I blew off Mihaela. She nicely forgave me, but the bastard Spaulding jumped off the ferry.

Did you know that the period always goes inside the quotation marks, even if they are surrounding a title? Crazy.

SOTD: My geekness runneth over, The Guide to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Name the movie that quote is from and you win…nothing.

About once a week, normally during an awards show, Colleen and Lauren cook Ortega Tacos for Walker and me. That shit is good.

Spaulding Gray is dead. A month before he disappeared, my friend Mihaela bought me a ticket to see him perform. I was supposed to meet her at 7PM on a Sunday and I forgot because I was hungover watching “King of the Hill.” So I missed my last chance and I blew off Mihaela. She nicely forgave me, but the bastard Spaulding jumped off the ferry.

Did you know that the period always goes inside the quotation marks, even if they are surrounding a title? Crazy.

SOTD: My geekness runneth over, The Guide to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Who do I have to know to get an autographed copy?

A week after I ordered it from Doublingcube.com, my copy of the first Coastal Drag EP finally arrived. I gave it a few pleasurable listens and then I started going through my DVDs to see if it aligned with any of my favorite movies the way Dark Side of the Moon syncs with The Wizard of Oz. The only one with promise was The Royal Tennenbaums. I blared “Paper Snakes” during the scene where Chaz chases Luke Wilson through the house. Even that connection was a little feable, so I turned off the DVD player and the Cartoon Network happened to be on. That’s when I realized that the Drag album is “The Family Guy” reborn as NYC rock.
Now who do I have to liquor up to get an autograph?

SOTD: According to this, I like petite blonds with button noses. Could someone else do alot of research to tell me something I already know?

A week after I ordered it from Doublingcube.com, my copy of the first Coastal Drag EP finally arrived. I gave it a few pleasurable listens and then I started going through my DVDs to see if it aligned with any of my favorite movies the way Dark Side of the Moon syncs with The Wizard of Oz. The only one with promise was The Royal Tennenbaums. I blared “Paper Snakes” during the scene where Chaz chases Luke Wilson through the house. Even that connection was a little feable, so I turned off the DVD player and the Cartoon Network happened to be on. That’s when I realized that the Drag album is “The Family Guy” reborn as NYC rock.

Now who do I have to liquor up to get an autograph?

SOTD: According to this, I like petite blonds with button noses. Could someone else do alot of research to tell me something I already know?

The new hotness? Burlesque

The latest wave creeping over the city is burlesque&#151classic risque vaudville with curvy girls barely dressed. My friend Jess’s roomate performs and presents every Thursday for Starshine Burlesque at Rififi. Today’s shot is the roommate, stage named “Creamy Stevens”, shaking it 20’s style in the window to draw the crowds.
The show is hosted by The Great Fredinia, a comedian/magician who tells the sort of jokes at which you enjoy groaning. I freaked out when he also swallowed several swords and pounded a nail up his nose. I had never seen that sort of thing in person

The rest of the show is musical dance numbers consummating with nipple-tassle twirling, performed by girls with names like Dottie Lux, Jo Boobs, and Little Brooklyn. I may be biased, but Creamy Stevens, dancing as a mortician, was my favorite. I found the whole thing very entertaining and I would recommend it to both my male and female friends.

SOTD: From Kelly, 1974 Weight Watchers Cards

The latest wave creeping over the city is burlesque&#151classic risque vaudville with curvy girls barely dressed. My friend Jess’s roomate performs and presents every Thursday for Starshine Burlesque at Rififi. Today’s shot is the roommate, stage named “Creamy Stevens”, shaking it 20’s style in the window to draw the crowds.

The show is hosted by The Great Fredinia, a comedian/magician who tells the sort of jokes at which you enjoy groaning. I freaked out when he also swallowed several swords and pounded a nail up his nose. I had never seen that sort of thing in person

The rest of the show is musical dance numbers consummating with nipple-tassle twirling, performed by girls with names like Dottie Lux, Jo Boobs, and Little Brooklyn. I may be biased, but Creamy Stevens, dancing as a mortician, was my favorite. I found the whole thing very entertaining and I would recommend it to both my male and female friends.

SOTD: From Kelly, 1974 Weight Watchers Cards

Ribs that stick to your ribs

I have a passion for BBQ. New York has several premier BBQ restaurants that I have been meaning to go to, but I never seem to get around to visiting. Last night, I was at the office chatting with our new CEO and I stayed there too late to make it to my Wednesday class. With a suddenly free evening, I knew I had to consume huge portions of charred meat. I called Emily—a girl who won’t eat seafood of any kind, but digs the pork and beef—and told her to meet me at Blue Smoke. There was a forty-five minute wait for a table, but sitting that long amidst the wonderful smells of cooking was worth it, once the entrees came.
Emily ordered the pulled-pork with pit beans, a pile of chopped Wilbur was as big as her head. I got the rib sampler, a plate with Memphis, Texas, and Kansas City style ribs. Each rib was very different, but I couldn’t pick a favorite. I might choose the Texas-style, which are like what Fred Flinstone eats, but I can’t give props to Texas for anything. Sorry Dan and Kelly. We also ordered some sides, but they went largely uneaten.

I can’t say if this is the best BBQ joint in NYC, but I’ve never had better (and I’ve been to Brothers, Tennessee Mountain, and Virgil’s). If you ever want to go, I’m always up for it.

SOTD: Read some Calvin and Hobbes before they get taken down.

I have a passion for BBQ. New York has several premier BBQ restaurants that I have been meaning to go to, but I never seem to get around to visiting. Last night, I was at the office chatting with our new CEO and I stayed there too late to make it to my Wednesday class. With a suddenly free evening, I knew I had to consume huge portions of charred meat. I called Emily—a girl who won’t eat seafood of any kind, but digs the pork and beef—and told her to meet me at Blue Smoke. There was a forty-five minute wait for a table, but sitting that long amidst the wonderful smells of cooking was worth it, once the entrees came.

Emily ordered the pulled-pork with pit beans, a pile of chopped Wilbur was as big as her head. I got the rib sampler, a plate with Memphis, Texas, and Kansas City style ribs. Each rib was very different, but I couldn’t pick a favorite. I might choose the Texas-style, which are like what Fred Flinstone eats, but I can’t give props to Texas for anything. Sorry Dan and Kelly. We also ordered some sides, but they went largely uneaten.

I can’t say if this is the best BBQ joint in NYC, but I’ve never had better (and I’ve been to Brothers, Tennessee Mountain, and Virgil’s). If you ever want to go, I’m always up for it.

SOTD: Read some Calvin and Hobbes before they get taken down.