Tuesday, February 23, 2010
AT LEAST IT'S NOT THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE INDY 500
Worst sponsored tournament name ever: The Waste Management Phoenix Open.
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This Saturday at Club Red: Romantasy Cabaret kicks off its fourth year. Come see it! Club Red is at University and the 101.
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Does anybody really care enough to watch the Winter Olympics? I know I'm not.
TT
Worst sponsored tournament name ever: The Waste Management Phoenix Open.
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This Saturday at Club Red: Romantasy Cabaret kicks off its fourth year. Come see it! Club Red is at University and the 101.
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Does anybody really care enough to watch the Winter Olympics? I know I'm not.
TT
Friday, February 19, 2010
"I'D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE BECAUSE MY THERAPIST SAID I SHOULD"
Did any of you get the idea that Tiger Woods's apology speech today was highly rehearsed? The words sounded remarkably like that stuff that addiction therapists beat into your brain in order to keep you from doing what you were doing that brought you to their intention in the first place.
One upside to it: For the first time ever, we all saw Tiger Woods getting emotional. I was convinced that he was simply a golfing robot. He has no ability to talk about anything else, and even when he talks about golf it's like rote.
I don't watch golf; I don't care, but I know the golf community cares because this guy is the ONLY guy that non-golfers tune in to watch. He should have done this months ago.
But then of course, he had to wait for the teeth that Elin didn't break with the golf club she didn't swing in his face to not heal because nothing like that happened. Yeah, right.
Now that you can talk without lisping through the fake teeth, enjoy your new denture plate, Tiger.
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I'm at the Alwun House tonight, 8 p.m. for the Erotic Music and Poetry Festivus, and at Fiddler's Dream tomorrow night for the first set at 8 p.m.
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Our washing machine broke. Dammit.
TT
Did any of you get the idea that Tiger Woods's apology speech today was highly rehearsed? The words sounded remarkably like that stuff that addiction therapists beat into your brain in order to keep you from doing what you were doing that brought you to their intention in the first place.
One upside to it: For the first time ever, we all saw Tiger Woods getting emotional. I was convinced that he was simply a golfing robot. He has no ability to talk about anything else, and even when he talks about golf it's like rote.
I don't watch golf; I don't care, but I know the golf community cares because this guy is the ONLY guy that non-golfers tune in to watch. He should have done this months ago.
But then of course, he had to wait for the teeth that Elin didn't break with the golf club she didn't swing in his face to not heal because nothing like that happened. Yeah, right.
Now that you can talk without lisping through the fake teeth, enjoy your new denture plate, Tiger.
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I'm at the Alwun House tonight, 8 p.m. for the Erotic Music and Poetry Festivus, and at Fiddler's Dream tomorrow night for the first set at 8 p.m.
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Our washing machine broke. Dammit.
TT
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
THERE'S NO TIME LIKE NOW...
Actually, there's not much time. But I have some. So here's what's up lately:
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I'm a busy boy this weekend:
Friday: Alwun House Erotic Music and Poetry Festivus. 8 p.m. Fun. Show up. 12th Street and Roosevelt.
Saturday: Fiddler's Dream, 17th St. and Glendale. Also fun. Show up. 8 p.m. (I'm on first this time.)
Sunday: Rehearsal for 2/27. What's 2/27? Romantasy Cabaret, of course! Our first show of the new Season! New acts! New comedy! New nearly naked women! www.brownpapertickets.com!
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Attended the Alwun House's Exotic Art Show opening last Friday. We always show up about an hour before the doors open, which was a good idea because the place was PACKED LIKE SARDINES. At least we got chairs.
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My boys' band Thunder Stump is being flirted with by a local punk label. Go see them. Their next gig is March 13 at Donna Jean's Libations, 67th Avenue and Bell.
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Our washing machine has bit the dust. The dusty dust. Dust diddy dust dust dust. Gotta buy a new one. Rats.
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I promise not to be so late to post here again. Facebook can't have ALL my pointless comments.
TT
Actually, there's not much time. But I have some. So here's what's up lately:
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I'm a busy boy this weekend:
Friday: Alwun House Erotic Music and Poetry Festivus. 8 p.m. Fun. Show up. 12th Street and Roosevelt.
Saturday: Fiddler's Dream, 17th St. and Glendale. Also fun. Show up. 8 p.m. (I'm on first this time.)
Sunday: Rehearsal for 2/27. What's 2/27? Romantasy Cabaret, of course! Our first show of the new Season! New acts! New comedy! New nearly naked women! www.brownpapertickets.com!
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Attended the Alwun House's Exotic Art Show opening last Friday. We always show up about an hour before the doors open, which was a good idea because the place was PACKED LIKE SARDINES. At least we got chairs.
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My boys' band Thunder Stump is being flirted with by a local punk label. Go see them. Their next gig is March 13 at Donna Jean's Libations, 67th Avenue and Bell.
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Our washing machine has bit the dust. The dusty dust. Dust diddy dust dust dust. Gotta buy a new one. Rats.
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I promise not to be so late to post here again. Facebook can't have ALL my pointless comments.
TT
