This Space for Rant
Yeah, so I haven't been blogging much. Fact is, things here at the office have evolved into larger, hairier scary things with sharp nails, and they look hungry. In a nutshell, the end is near. How near, not so clear, but clearly near. It has been difficult for me to blog for a few related reasons:
1) I am in a constant state of mild panic related to my not knowing what's going on.
2) I have huge amounts of work to do and it's going slow slow slower than usual because I can't concentrate.
3) I no longer feel quite safe doing this from work.
Re: This last reason, I have tried several times to set up shit with Userland so that I could blog from home, but to no avail. Since I will soon have no choice but to blog from home (I bought this space for a year, I ain't just gonna give it up) I will obviously have to pursue this further and harass Userland (if in fact anyone actually works there) to get set up from home..... And then you will be hearing from me ALL the fucking time!
Meanwhile, I was sure I would have millions of fun things to say after such a long hiatus, but I am so fuckin distracted I can't remember any of them. So I will just say a few random things.
The video for Johnny Cash's version of "Hurt" is the saddest thing in the world.
A former favorite restaurant which had temporarily fallen out of favor has recovered beautifully from an awkward transition period and is once again a big-time favorite for me and Rosie. I'm talking about "DuMont" in the guts of Williamsburg, where we had the loveliest dinner in a long time. Mmm. Wow. Yay. What a place.
If I had to name myself after a living athlete (active or retired), for the aesthetic value of the name alone, I would pick one of the following:
Vladimir Guerrero (cool combo)
Sam Cassell (sounds like a 60s actor)
Peja Stojakovic (cute and punchy sounding)
Pete Rose (tough, pretty and porn-o)
Dusty Baker (cute)
Steve Smith (I don't know why I like that name!)
Frank Bruno (I could get extra roles on The Sopranos)
Joe Namath (Nameth me Joe!)
Ugueth Urbina (pretty)
Here are some athletes' names I would hate to have (I like some of these atheletes, mind you!):
Mike Bibby (bibby baby bibby baby!)
Mookie Blaylock (sounds like a bad wrestling move)
Ken Griffey, Jr. (blecch)
Keyshawn Johnson (owww)
Rob Johnson (boo)
Drew Bledsoe (Drew bled so much)
Lennox Lewis (Lexus Lose us)
Alonzo Mourning (Remember, we're just talking names here! No disrespect to the ill)
Darryl Strawberry (If you were not big and an athlete and hopped up on coke you would get beat up with this name)
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Okay, that was fun.
At an AA meeting you can find pamphlets meant to inform "beginners".... One such pamphlet lists behaviors or signs which might indicate that you are an alcoholic, or at least a candidate who has a shot at alcoholism. One such sign is:
When you drink, you end up drinking a lot more than you had intended to drink when you started.
It's true that this can be a sign that you're an alcoholic.... BUT it could also be a sign....
...That you're drinking at the TURKEY'S NEST, the world's bestest bar in the world! Where they keep replacing your drink before you ask! Halfway through filling it they say "'Nother one?" as a sort of formality... but if you want to stop you had best pocket or hide your cup and run or else make a break for it when the bartender goes to play pool.
I think the T-Nest should adopt that as their slogan:
"If you find yourself drinking far more than you had intended to drink, you may be an alcoholic... AND/OR you may be drinking at the World Famous Turkey's Nest!"
There is often a bit of an overlap, I'd say, in terms of the T-Nest's clientele, as far as.... yeah.
xoxo
~Monty
11:25:21 AM 
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