Author Archives: JustinLL

Do You Feel It, Too?

It’s in my lower back.

It’s hard for me to write about it without making fun of it, and, really, I have no business doing either. Right? As if that’s ever stopped me before. Oh, you’re probably right, it has. Or, it does. I say we wait and let the plot thicken. In the meanwhile, we’ll all just mind our own.

Let me introduce you to my new friend, Abuterol. Comes in a nifty little canister. I breathe it into my lungs. My lungs are filled with air.

Twitter twitter.

Every day with the this and the that, the that and the this. What’s the point? Enough already, I say. Leave me be in my sea of misery. (I don’t mean that, it just came out.) I’m not miserable. I’m bored. I guess one begets the other, but that’s not what I’m saying. A lot of time was misplaced, and that’s mostly my fault. Heck, we’ll say it’s all my fault. I’ll take blame for that. Misplaced time. What was I thinking, or rather, why wasn’t I thinking? Such nonsense. Can’t go back. The other one deserved better treatment. Neither an Irish Whiskey.

Pink and yellow elephanted polka-dots. (What do you think that means?)

I think it goes without saying that I’m in a mixed mood. But, there you have it, I’ve said it anyway. That’s part of the problem with sitting in the car for so long in the morning, there is much too much time left for planning skits. When one is home alone for long periods of time, one will perform skits.

St. Patrick's Day

bike crash

It’s the international American holiday of get drunk and crash your face while riding your bicycle drunkenly at two in the morning, which technically is the next day. It’s a glorious holiday, one I’ve been doomed to miss this year as the result of a terrible cold by-product. We’ll call it chest pain.

I’m sure with all the bicycle-riding pedal-pedants I know, at least one of them is also doomed — doomed to crash his face while riding drunkenly. It’s to be expected. They celebrate pretty hard, and are proud of that. I hope none of them is hurt badly. While it can provide for great entertainment, including side-bursting gut laughter, it’s kind of a drag if you have to take your pal to the emergency room at two in the morning. Undoubtedly, on this particular holiday, the emergency room will be filled with other drunken face-crashers, some more severe than others, and there will be no where to nap comfortably without getting a hollering from the nightly nurse who’s tired of drunk people all together. Good luck, she says.

St. Patrick’s Day

bike crash

It’s the international American holiday of get drunk and crash your face while riding your bicycle drunkenly at two in the morning, which technically is the next day. It’s a glorious holiday, one I’ve been doomed to miss this year as the result of a terrible cold by-product. We’ll call it chest pain.

I’m sure with all the bicycle-riding pedal-pedants I know, at least one of them is also doomed — doomed to crash his face while riding drunkenly. It’s to be expected. They celebrate pretty hard, and are proud of that. I hope none of them is hurt badly. While it can provide for great entertainment, including side-bursting gut laughter, it’s kind of a drag if you have to take your pal to the emergency room at two in the morning. Undoubtedly, on this particular holiday, the emergency room will be filled with other drunken face-crashers, some more severe than others, and there will be no where to nap comfortably without getting a hollering from the nightly nurse who’s tired of drunk people all together. Good luck, she says.

Write it Now, Not Later

Seems like this should be basic sense when it comes to authoring posts, but for some reason I can’t get it stuck in my head. You have to write it when it comes to you, or as it’s coming to you. The longer you wait, the less likely you are to ever put anything down. Unless, maybe, it’s one of those things you’re really trying to build upon, and continually working in the back of your mind. Even then, though, it’d be a good idea to put some notes down.

Taking it a step further, go somewhere you’re not going to be interrupted, because distractions definitely take you off your path and screw up the flow. Even if it’s not flowing as is, getting distracted will just make it worse.

Perhaps we’ll get it figured out.

Expanded Drinking Area at Streets of London

Finally! We can all breathe easy, one of our favorite local pubs is fencing in their front patio so we can hang and watch passers-by while enjoying tasty ales. It’s true, Streets of London on “J” has answered our requests. (I think I’ve been asking for this.) Don’t get me wrong, the back patio is nice and open, and a great place to sit and chat for a while, but sometimes you need to switch it up. Chat at different faces, if you know what I mean. Not all patrons make it to the rear patio, but nearly all of them enter through the front door. Imagine that.

Streets isn’t just a front and rear patio, though, it’s a full on legitimate English pub. (Although, for some reason it only gets really really crowded on non-English holidays, whatever those may be. St. Patrick’s day and Cinco de Mayo come to mind.) Beers from all over the valley, as well as a full bar of all the most common spirits. It’s a place to be enjoyed with friends and family. And once you’ve worked up an appetite playing darts or foosball, you can order all the grease and salt your stomach can handle. That’s right, real English food. It’s the best.

Seriously, though. This place is a great local spot. Not too this, not too that. And great central location. I’m fairly regular there myself, so feel free to stop in and order us up a pitcher of Smithwick’s.

Well, It’s Here Again

that’s right, national grammar day. march 4th, every year.

I say, good folks, abandon the overly proscriptive rules and split your infinitives today. Split them as if you’ve never enjoyed to do so. to go quickly where others want to quickly leave. (oh bother.)

On another note…actually, no time for that. I have this thing in my head, and I’m pretty sure it has very little to do with my brain.

blah!

Well, It's Here Again

that’s right, national grammar day. march 4th, every year.

I say, good folks, abandon the overly proscriptive rules and split your infinitives today. Split them as if you’ve never enjoyed to do so. to go quickly where others want to quickly leave. (oh bother.)

On another note…actually, no time for that. I have this thing in my head, and I’m pretty sure it has very little to do with my brain.

blah!

Savage Chicken Reminds of Ricky Berger

Today’s cartoon from Savage Chicken , reminds me of the first time I ran into Ricky Berger . It was the first time I’d ever attended a Second Saturday Art Walk and I’d been out drinking most of the day with a buddy. We stumbled into one of the art houses to find her singing. She sang Tiptoe Through the Tulips. And some others, but I don’t remember them. I remember very little. I was wearing a black hat.

We ran into her a few more times after that, but then she started touring outside our local living area, and I haven’t seen her since.

This cartoon also reminds me of the video game Guitar Hero. I’m not a fan. I don’t get it. Maybe it’s just me.

First Post

I thought for sure Wikipedia would have an article about the first post. Not mine, but the idea of it. That fact that nearly every heavily used message board or forum has people excited when they are first to post a response on a new topic. But, there is nothing in Wikipedia. Sure, it mentions "The First Post is a daily online news magazine published in the UK and based in London ", but that is of very little interest to any of us here. Here is where we were, and where we’ll continue to be. For now, at least.

Anyhow, the first post is complete, and now we can be moving along with our lives.