Tales From The Dark Side: June 2006

Friday, June 30, 2006

Islam Is The Religion of Peace

Well, I was expecting a post from Miss Daisy describing the hilarity of the Alphabet of Manliness Book Tour stop in Chicago, but no dice. Never mind he lives only a two minute walk away from Borders. And he was already wearing the required suit. I would blame his absence on his girlfriend, but apparently she has read Chapter "O" so that won't work.

Personally, if I had a choice between visiting the Maddox book signing and watching continuing all day coverage of the NBA Draft - I would go to the Maddox tour, buy a celebratory beer, take a dump, and then watch some baseball. Maybe its because I never lived in a championship NBA city - but I don't give a shit about pro basketball. It sucks. If I wanted to watch the same guy score all the time I would download Ron Jeremy's All Time Greats. Pro Basketball is one of the few, if not only, team sports that cannot succeed without a single All-Star Player. One guy makes or breaks the team. (Hockey and soccer goalies are excluded, you get my drift.) And now thanks to Shaq, who has a worse lifetime free throw percentage than me, you don't even have to fit the generally accepted definition of good. You just have to be tall, and big, and mean.

Like this guy. This very devout Muslim. I wouldn't guard him either.

Oohh Megatron, You Are Such A Tease...

Thursday, June 29, 2006

The Gaying of Chicago, Part IV

This intrepid reporter has kept you up-to-date on the latest restrictions the city of Chicago has put on the simplest freedoms in the last year. The ban on smoking in bars, the one place smokers could go to avoid puffing smoke in their children's faces. The ban on cell phones in cars, forcing people to fumble around with hands-free devices and get into wrecks. The ban on foie gras (or as I call it, liver soaked in goose tears), an apparent attempt to run all the 5-star chefs back to New York.

All of this mothering is the work of a few city council aldermen (e.g. Natarus and Burke) who have statewide or national political aspirations, and are doing all this crap to increase notoriety with all the pussies here who foul up the city with their queefs. But Ed Burke's newest bright idea shows that you should never underestimate a politician's desire to intrude on your life: let's ban trans-fats!

Burke: "Chicago has the opportunity to take a bold step and protect its citizens from the ravages of unhealthy trans fats by banning their use in restaurants." How about protecting your citizens from becoming zombies who can't decide what to eat without the government's stamp of approval? What does a ban on trans-fats mean? No margarine, no KFC, no Oreos (I'd think Barack Obama would at least take offense to that last one), and the list goes on and on. I hope you like all your food tasting like ass milk, because that will probably be the only cooking oil left when the government is through banning things.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

One Year of Coletrain.org


It's been fun this past year. Running a successful blog is no easy thing, even though it feels like mental masturbation when you are writing at work. Plus it is interesting to see what grabs peoples interest, and how people perceive what is just a normal day for me. Also it is great working with Miss Daisy and Nati, two talented writers who not only add content - but make my own blog a daily destination for humour and insight. I learned a lot in this past year.
  • There are more American Idol fans online than I care to recognize. Nati's pieces on AI shot our Alexa ranking through the roof.
  • The idea of Queen and 50 Cent getting together excites A LOT of people. Too bad Freddy Mercury is dead.
  • I wrote around 17 posts on teachers fucking students or moms banging the kid next door over the past year. These are just the publicized incidents - I had no idea this happened all the time. Now I really wish I went after Ms. Foxhall's niece (my HS biology sub.)
  • Writing consistently is a lot of work. Brandon over at WWTDD.com and Nate DeGraaf at PointsInCase.com have great stuff out five days a week. Trying to keep that schedule and have an office job is nervewrecking - it would be nice if I could do it for a living.
  • Google is this site's best friend. We get more return readers from random Google searches than from any other source.
  • It is always a good idea to make fun of Scientologists. Always.
  • Some people think the stories I write aren't true. Fuck them. Every story I write is completely true, although I will change names if I think the principals involved will bitch. Just because most people refuse to take the bull by the horns and live life doesn't mean that everyone else's life sucks too.
  • Everyone loves Jessica Biel's ass. My copy of a WWTDD pic is linked all over cyberspace.
  • Matt Cole is the name of a famous gay porn star. I am still not happy about that.
  • In order to write well, one must live well. I am fortunate to have lived a charmed life - one filled with blessing and challenges, friends and foes, lessons learned and more to relearn. Every writer that I have admired - from fellow Hannibalian Mark Twain, to Taki - has taken time to travel the world, meet new people, and try to understand what it is all about. Only then is what you have to write worth reading.

This next year, you will see some more improvements to the site. I am also looking to design some better T-Shirts. If you have any ideas that are as funny as this one (pic above), then leave a message under the comments.

Monday, June 26, 2006

The Morals of Elimidate


Elimidate is one of the greatest shows on TV. It is like a gladiatorial bloodsport with chicks. Depending on the sex of the lead - it is every man and woman's dream - to have four guys or girls fighting for your attention, and you get to humiliate at least three of them. Holy crap, it is the Highlander of dating shows - there can be only one.

The premise is simple - you get four members of the opposite sex and you take them around your town. After every scene, which is the equivalent of a date, you elimidate one of your suitors until one remains. Of course there are some hilarious departures from that scheme - but for the most part those are the general rules.

When a girl is the guest star - she usually elimidates the nice guy first, then the dickhead, and chooses between the cool guy and the asshole at the end, depending on whether or not she wants to end the night alone. These shows are funny because the guys themselves generally decide the pecking order - the girl just confirms their decision.

When a guy is the guest star - it is all about getting at least one girl in bed. Most of the guys on there look like they have zero trouble getting women on their own, on TV its all about hitting a homerun for the homeboys watching at the crib. Pretty much every male lead on these shows is like this, without fail. Yet every now and again, a girl will get dissed hard because she shows as much enthusiasm for the bonin' as the guy. Like the South Beach episode last night.

This particular episode showed four absolutely gorgeous women. Which is unusual, because most episodes allow the guy to make some easy cuts based on looks. The key girl was a very pretty brunette, who happened to have a kid. The literal MILF was also not fucking around. When the lead asked what she would do to get his attention, the MILF just kissed him right there. No hesitiation, which scandalized the other girls. They took turns implying she was a whore (using that term), and a slut, and easy. The MILF basically said that when she wants something, she gets it - and she made it very clear that she wanted the guy.

One of the girls, a blonde who reminds me of Ann Coulter, got all offended when the MILF characterized herself as a nymphomaniac. When the guy and MILF challenged her she said that she was willing to kiss on the first date - at the end; that she didn't have a particular issue with sex before marriage - but it has to be after a few dates; and that she doesn't feel it is appropriate to discuss her sex life. Which is all well and good, except for the fact that she competing for an obviously horny-ass guy on the most salacious dating show on network television. What the fuck is she doing there? And where are these abstract rules coming from? If you believe something is wrong because the Bible or Koran or Torah or Necronomicon told you so, fine. But if you create your own set of morals to run your life, and then use those inventions to judge and belittle others - then fuck you.

What's wrong with a girl who just wants to fuck? Why can't a girl have no rules about not kissing on the first date, or no banging until the third date, or no necking strange guys when you came with some one else? (Kidding about that last one. Actually I'm not. Well, maybe.) Why is Bill Clinton good and Monica Lewinsky bad? If a girl isn't married or engaged, why must she put these road blocks in her head before she can have any fun? They say a girl knows within five minutes of meeting a guy whether or not she wants to sleep with him. Why make her wait two weeks to feed the need?

For those who require a denouement - the MILF gets the guy, and does an awesome belly dance with a coin skirt for him before the fade to black.

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World Cup Action

Most of the world likes soccer. It is a cheap game that requires only a ball, a field, and the ability to run. Which means that most of the world can play and become proficient, since most of the world is poor. Of course, this also means that it discrimates against those who can't walk or run (unlike fencing or track and field). People have died over the outcomes of major games, and not just because the hot tramp at a Buckhead nightclub didn't like their midnight blue Benz. And after being coaxed into watching the Mexico-Argentina game (a nice keg of Sweetwater 420 did the trick), I learned that for a few moments soccer can be quite thrilling. Then again, those moments were two out of the 90 minutes of regulation, and 30 minutes of overtime. I will admit that the third goal of the game was nothing short of magnificent, but come on!

I am an American used to a steady diet of fast paced action - American football has plenty of hits and running in between scores; basketball has plenty of scoring and fouls to invigorate the senses; even baseball seems like a schizophrenic nightmare compared to the lack of action in soccer. Watching World Cup soccer is like watching a marathon - the beginning, the end, and the highlight reel of passes and people falling down like bitches is more rewarding than trying to keep up with the whole thing.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Partying Like You're Special

For the second year running, my friends and I are partying at a gorgeous pool house in Buckhead on a secluded estate - and somehow I again become the asshole at the party. Last year I threw one of the hosts, a pretty and busty Puerto Rican girl, into the heated pool. Which wasn't so bad except she was fully clothed and had her cell phone on her. We both agreed it was all her fault and she apologized. This year I found myself attached to this tall slender blonde - only she may or may not have been three minutes from passing out. I couldn't tell because I had my special A game in full gear (sweet nothings in the ear, erotic massage, etc.) and I was ten minutes from taking a nap on the floor.

Aside from the fact that I only paid $25 to bring a handle of Captain Morgan rum and a veal breast for the grill - the thing was pretty much free. Surprisingly, no one was really stuck up - everyone was pretty cool. It's so easy for someone in their twenties and thirties to get a feeling of haughtiness or superiority when they get free kickbacks and perks from people that actually earned them. Phrases like "This is the life," and "I wonder what the poor people are doing today" usually come out at events like this - even though whoever says it probably has a damned good idea what poor people are doing - since they may live next door. Thankfully, the only arrogance I saw was from a girl who had her hair done and was wearing a conservative spaghetti top and skirt with just enough gap to show off her brand new tramp stamp.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

I May Be A Complete Asshole...


But at least I don't fuck puppies. Good grief, what is worse than fucking puppies up the ass? You could get away with a lot of shit and still be ten miles behind the guy that is going to hell for this heinous crime. I prepared a short list of things you could do that is nowhere near as bad.
  • Armed robbery
  • Marrying Britney Spears and turning her into an ugly fat slob
  • Banging a 17 y/o Lindsay Lohan even if you are fucking 51
  • Murder for hire
  • Murdering your wife and her lover at the same time
  • Advocating the violent overthrow of the US Government
  • Drawing a funny cartoon of the Prophet Mohammed
  • Claiming you are Jesus' grandson
  • Prison rape
  • Being a guest on the Jerry Springer Show
  • Being a man and watching the Tyra Banks Show
  • Knowing and caring who Janice Dickenson is
  • Making a movie where Samuel L. Jackson doesn't say "motherfucker"
  • Teabagging one of your friends
  • Shooting shaving cream up your friend's ass

Each one of these things deserves the death penalty and a pre- and post-execution ass kicking. But at least if you do one or more of these things you aren't as bad as the Mexican who is going to jail on a puppy rape rap.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Fact vs. Fiction Online

Well, I am still in Atlanta this week. I need to cancel my trip to Jamaica because I had to go to court among other things; also, my fencing team wasn't happy that I was late for practice on Saturday - so it wouldn't be cool to just leave the country three weeks before nationals.

Since I am home this week, I spent a little time on MySpace in an attempt to help a friend in his goal of getting topless girls to serve us beer during football games this fall. The whole idea sounds ridiculous I know, but then again so does the notion that an attractive woman with great prospects would throw away her career and possibly her freedom to fuck a teenager. And we all know that never happens.

So as I am discovering interested women to join us in this enterprise I see an interesting picture. Of a girl. Who looks pretty good. And given camera angles and soft lighting, looks completely different than the girl who made me wait till 2am for her to show up for a 8pm date. I am not going to call her out by name, but one quick look at my friends page will show her out.

I have nothing against Barbizon, the guys who keep Playboy in the black, and people who try to look their absolute best in photos online. Actually, that is not true at all. I can't fucking stand people like that. If you don't like how you look, forget Photoshop - go to the gym. I look fucking ridiculous in pictures, and when/if you meet me, I look basically the same or better. The worst is making yourself out to be some sort of diva goddess; then you are surprised when a guy recoils in horror when seeing you in person - or worse bangs you and refuses to call you again.

If you got it, great... bring it, prove it, whatever. But if it ain't there - show some humility until you got it for real. At least until you look good at any angle.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Buy Alphabet of Manliness

You can purchase it through the ad on the left, or pick it up at your local bookstore. It is currently #4 on the New York Times bestseller list, and for good reason. I saw the book at Borders today and these things happened just in the last two hours.
  • I was more entertained by the dust jacket flaps than by anything I have seen or read in weeks.
  • This book made me laugh out loud in a quiet bookstore.
  • Then a passage about gropping breasts made me pump my fist, literally.
  • This book was so good I bought it in Borders, forgoing the five dollar discount and the Amazon kickback I get from buying it from myself.
  • It calmed my road rage as I read it at long red lights.
  • I sat the book on the counter and I immediately became the most popular guy at the local Waffle House.
  • A cute brunette sitting two stools away read the back dust jacket, and proceeded to chat with/at me for two hours. She then took my number, put it in her cell phone, and wrote it down on an extra piece of paper for her purse.
  • My balls doubled in size and hairyness.
Buying this book will probably be the most incredible thing you will do your entire life. The only reason you wouldn't buy it is that you may not have anything else to live for after you finish the book.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

More Transformers

Well, IMDB Messageboards are all a flutter about the new Transformers movie. The boards are filled with wild speculation - so I went to the various movie news sites on the web to get the word on the street. Here is what I found...
  • Transformers is the first movie Tyrese has done that will not involve him singing or rapping. Good. He also claims the budget is upwards of $200 million, making it the largest movie of which he has ever been a part. Good thing Megatron has some street cred.
  • Jon Voight will be playing the Secretary of Defense in this movie, and these days he looks precisely like Christopher Walken. Or Gary Busey. All of them are awesome, and nuts.
  • Bernie Mac is definitely in the movie, but I don't know why.
  • Bumblebee will now be played by a Chevy Camaro instead of a VW Beetle. There was some speculation that VW doesn't allow its cars to be in violent movies, but I think the producers just didn't want Bumblebee to gay up the movie like he did the series. And didn't he get killed in the first one? No matter, the actor playing Spike looks like a douchebag so there is still an homage to Generation One (the original series).
  • Prowl will be played by a police car. And he will now be a Decepticon. How appropriate.
  • Ironhide will most likely be a Hummer.
  • Devastator will be in the movie, but the Constructicons will not - the big D will be played by a badass looking Russian tank.
  • Starscream and Soundwave will most likely be in the film, but no word on what robots they will play - or if Soundwave will have his many minions like Ravage and the never-ever failing Lazorbeak.
  • Megatron has been rumoured to be some sort of stealth jet - but there is no confirmation of this.
  • No one has mentioned Ultra Magnus by name, but a mechanic attached to the film has leaked that he has worked on two semi-tractor trailers: one red, and one blue.
  • Optimus Prime will most likely be the traditional red semi-tractor trailer. Although there was some speculation that he would be played by a red military fire truck in honor of the fire fighters of 9-11. Personally, I think the men of the NYFD would take turns kicking Michael Bay in the nuts if he fucked with Prime just to be sentimental. In this view, the mudflaps show sillouettes of Arcee. Nice.
  • One of the sets is at Hoover Dam - which probably means the Generation One story of the Decepticon's thirst for Energon cubes will be in the movie
  • The animation looks awesome.
  • The Air Force is involved so there will definitely be some badass jets.
This is my first real attempt at trying to tease out the details of an upcoming movie, and just from the leaks, press releases, and messageboard conversations there seems to be a huge buzz and excitement about this movie. Even Jon Voight, who was too old to enjoy the cartoons, is excited about the script and the concept. There is even talk of rereleasing the old toys in conjunction with the 20th anniversary of the original movie later this year! The best part about all this is that the most anticipated movie of the summer of 2007 won't be "Snakes on a Plane 2!"
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

From "Ride My Pony" To "Ride A Cowboy"

Living in Atlanta, I don't have a chance to enjoy venues I generally classify as "trashy clubs." Most of the trashy clubs in Atlanta are in Buckhead, and the angry security, bitchy waitstaff, lack of parking, and strange women are enough to keep me away. The reputation for weekly gunplay on Fridays and Saturdays don't help either. Don't get me wrong, I am gangsta as hell - but I'm not a soldja, I am an "educated brotha."

The safest substitute is Twisted Taco in Midtown, only the main room is about the size of the bottom floor of my condo and it gets cramped quick. The barstaff is efficient and friendly - especially the cute brunette whose profile reminds me of the letter "P" or the Icelandic "Þ." This stacked chick always seems to have a special smile for me - which reminds me that she has seen me make out with more girls than I care to remember, and has also watched me get rejected more often than Ted Nugent at a NOW convention. Anyway trashy clubs used to play classic songs like these to get the crowd going.

  • Ginuwine - Ride My Pony
  • Next - Too Close
  • Monique - Touch It
  • 69 Hot Boys - Let Me Ride That Donkey
  • 2 Live Crew - Hoochie Mama
  • 2 Live Crew - Me So Horny
  • Juvenile - Back That Ass Up

These were the songs that could only be danced to with the "bump and grind." No waltz or ballroom shuffling here. When "Touch it" came over the speakers, the first thing you did was approach a hot girl, put your hand on her waist, pull her into you, and apply pressure. With your crotch.

Even Next's "Too Close" dealt with the problem faced when "riding the pony:" does one let oneself get hard during the grind, or is an erection in a girl's ass or thigh going to do more harm than good. The best part about these songs was that when a girl was alone on the dance floor during one, you pretty much had a 80% shot of being able to do very dirty things to her on the dance floor and elsewhere. Hell, I made a CD of these songs in college (the famous Ho' Disk) - one of the girls I gave it to is now a single mother. Awesome.

But lately, I've noticed a new song that is getting the exact same reaction. Well, actually a much better one. Only the song isn't rap, or hip-hop, or even R&B. It's from the country western group Big & Rich, and while they are doing well - Big and Rich are actually the names of two guys who recorded this admittedly (grudgingly) fantastic song called "Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy)" back in 2004.

The first time I experienced the pevlic grinding euphoria from this song was last April at a local St. Louis bar. I was with a couple friends and to the left of us there were three tall hot blondes with three tall white guys and they were pretty much doing their own thing. I have "two on the vine," but there was no reason for me to break into that group. But then "Save A Horse" starts playing. I heard the song before, and I was mouthing the words - sue me, I'm from rural Missouri - and next thing you know one of the blondes has her arms around me, singing into my face big as you please and riding into me like she is trying to get me to gallop. It was all I could do get her into a controlled left/right swing as she made a lot of noise. I was shocked, and there is a video.

Same thing at a trashy club in Indianapolis, and again in Atlanta. I tend to stay away from country bars, and unless it is the Dixie Chicks, Toby Keith, or other "hot" country - most places I go don't play that crap. Especially not as a bump and grind song. But if people want to make country songs that make hot girls want to dance with me, I'm all for it.

Now I need to get a bird dog.

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Monday, June 12, 2006

What do "Roethlisberger" and "Schadenfreude" Have in Common?

They're both really long German words. Really, that's it.

Despite the dropped jaws of friends and acquaintances, I have been a long-time proponent of abolishing motorcycle helmet laws. Dead motorcyclists are one of the most fertile sources of healthy, harvestable organs, and the absence of helmets makes it easier to transfer such organs from Darwin award winners to people who really deserve them. See? Opposing helmet laws is pro-life.

Which is why I just can't figure out how I'm supposed to react to the news that Pittsburgh Steelers' quarterback Ben Roethlisberger was hit by a car on his motorcycle - without a helmet - and suffered at least a broken jaw and nose (press releases have been very stingy so far). Ben is clearly an idiot, having been warned by both coach Bill Cowher and even football legend Terry Bradshaw, and deserves what he gets after saying something as moronic as "I'm being the safest rider I can be" while riding without a helmet.

But I still like the guy. He grew up in western Ohio and went to my sister's alma mater, Miami University in Oxford. And I want him at full strength next year when the Bengals exact some much-needed revenge after this year's playoff disaster. And he knows how to have fun. There's also the little matter of not taking pleasure in a person's time of misery.

So I need a tie-breaker. Oh yeah, this. Don't expect any flowers from Cincinnati, Ben.
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I don't know why things like this make me angry but they do...

Since VH-1 saved their network making lists and reality shows grouping one-hit wonder “celebrities” together, everyone seems to make these ‘Best of’ or ‘Worst of…’ lists. And I suppose that’s fine. The only problem with this formula is that you have to be vaguely knowledgable about the topic that is being sent-up. Citysearch makes these lists for most American major cities. Usually, I’ll be mildly bemused by their lists of stuff about and around the city, generally taking umbrage at a few things but finding the lists to be generally non-offensive. This time, when creating a list of the top 10 things to do this summer in Chicago, it made me really, really upset.

From top to bottom there is not a whole lot that even the casual traveler would really honestly want to do. The Taste of Chicago, listed at #1 on the list, is usually done during a pestilential time of year and in the 95 degree heat, I know I want to be milling around with about a bazillion different people. It’s a big event, sure, but its not something that you would ever, ever want to do twice. They actually listed a Madonna concert at #7….I think that could probably be listed at #70 and would still be too high. When’s the last time Madonna was ever culturally relevant? 1987??? I decided that I would make my top 10 and see if I can improve on Citysearch’s pathetic list because dear Lord, there are a billion things to do in this wonderful place, and someone should come up with something better than eschewing South Side baseball and bars, hot dog stands that aren’t The Wiener’s Circle or any beef place that isn’t Mr. Beef. So I made my own list…feel free to critique. Here goes, the 10 best things to do in the Summer here in Chicago.

1. Wrigley Field. As I remember from my youth the jingle, ‘Come to Wrigley Field,…Come and see the Cubbies play!’ It really is the happiest place on earth. You can soak in the beautiful bricks and ivy and the hand-operated scoreboard, listen to some celebrity mangle ‘Take Me Out to The Ballgame’ and go out to the Cubby Bear afterwards. It’s such a great beer garden; you can understand why it barely matters that the Cubs brand of baseball is unwatchable. Now contrast that to the South Side and ask yourself this: if you had a choice, would you ever feel the inclination to do anything in that neighborhood or around that park, which is located right off the scenic Dan Ryan? Stick with Wrigley, its historic, you’ve got sun and suds and pretty girls in tube tops and you don’t have to worry about being mugged or shot.

2. Lollapalooza. If you’re going to do a musical concert, this 3-day concert will feature 140 bands and a lot of them are way more relevant than Madonna. Lessee, would you prefer the Material Girl in her Medicare addled dotage or Kanye West, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Wilco, Death Cab, Jack White’s new band the Raconteurs, The Shins, The Flaming Lips and a host of other pretty great acts over three days?

3. Venetian Night. Whether you just want to sit and admire all the boats that are gussied up in lights or catch the totally insane fireworks display on the lake, you can either put down a picnic blanket in Grant Park or malinger around Monroe Harbor and take in of the prettier events that happen in this country all year.

4. Chicago Outdoor Movie Festival. Get there early, pack a blanket and some dinner, catch Roger Ebert and Richard Roeper introducing each of the classic movies that are shown in Butler Field on Tuesdays from July 18th to August 29th. Here are the movies being shown this year:
Jul. 18: 8:55 p.m. "Rebel Without a Cause”
Jul. 25: 8:49 p.m. "Bringing Up Baby”
Aug. 1: 8:41 p.m. "High Noon”
Aug. 8: 8:32 p.m. "American Graffiti”
Aug. 15: 8:22 p.m. "The Apartment”
Aug. 22: 8:11 p.m. "On the Waterfront”
Aug. 29: 7:59 p.m. "Ferris Bueller's Day Off"

It’s a blast and it’s free!

5. Chicago SummerDance. It’s an eleven-week festival which has one-hour dance lessons by professional instructors and is then followed by a couple of hours of live music and dancing in the new open air dance floor in Grant Park. From June 15th to August 27th they have instructionals on Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings from 6-9:30 p.m. and every Sunday afternoon from 4-7 p.m. Whether you want to learn to fox trot or how to do the hustle, this has something for everyone. It is also another free event.

6. Because it always seems to be raining in this town in the summer, the next two on the list are things to do on rainy days and nights when the outside isn’t such a great idea. The first of these has to be Brew & View at the Vic. This is the most wonderful place in the world to watch a really bad movie. Because you’re sitting there with some friends having some drinks and people are coming up with the best one-liners to combat the screen putrescence. Think of it as “Drunk Mystery Science Theatre.” The Vic is also a beautiful place filled with marble and a lot of ornate décor but despite the grandeur, there is a rowdy bar room feel to every movie. If you were going to watch a Keanu Reeves movie, this is the crowd you’d want to be with.

7. The other wonderful indoor place that I love is to catch the acts at The Second City. I, personally, prefer the e.t.c. cast whom I feel have been outclassing the Mainstage cast for some time now. But it’s a great place to kick back, have a few drinks with your friends and watch the sparks fly…and who knows, you might see someone who could become the next Bill Murray, Chris Farley, Joan Rivers, John Belushi, John Candy, Dan Aykroyd, Bonnie Hunt, George Wendt, Tina Fey or Steven Colbert…all whom are alumni of the Chicago cast.

8. I don’t like crowds. But for those that do, check out the Old Saint Patrick’s World’s Largest Block Party. For those that want to hang with 20,000 of your closest friends to drink, flirt or catch some pretty great live music, this fund-raiser for Old Saint Patrick’s Church is an absolute must. More than 70 couples have met at the Block Party and were later married, making Oprah note this as a great place to find yourself a significant other. It’s on July 14th and 15th this year and the band line-up is being announced in a couple of days on WXRT-FM.

9. Green City Market. On Wednesdays and Saturdays go up to the South of Lincoln Park (between 1750 N. Clark and Stockton Drive) and get yourself a heaping barrel full of the best fruits and vegetables that you’ll ever have. The Green City Market is special because it is a collective whose producers are organic and they are supporters of small family farmers who take care of the land and that will not use a whole bunch of DDT on your apples. They also sponsor cooking demonstrations. This is a great place to get wonderful products that were made the right way and crib a few ideas for some summer dishes.

10. Navy Pier. If you must. It’s tourist-y but the Ferris Wheel is fun, (I’m a huge fan of the IMAX theatre there) and I like that on nights down on the Pier you can listen to a band and watch all the tourists dance and buy over-priced beer. For the family set, there’s an enormo Children’s Museum and a few hundred sculptures about the place. There’s also the Shakespeare Theatre and the Stained Glass Museum.

No New Ideas in Hollywood - Transformers 2!?!?!?

My new bestest friend, Rouge (may his name be blessed), sent me the first season of the Original Transformers yesterday - just because he is that cool. It was weird watching the episodes again for the first time in 22 years - and let me tell you this show is twice as cool. I went on to IMDB to find some cool quotes to look out for when I found this.

It looks like Paramount is making a LIVE ACTION SEQUEL of the Transformers. The leads are all human, and there is no confirmation of what robots will be included. The messageboard claims that Optimus Prime and Megatron will be there - but no indication if Megatron will be a Walther P-38, or a tank, or a howlitzer, or some other weapon shaped like a phallus. Given that the humans have all been cast (including Sparkplug and Spike "Holy shit, what are we going to do now?!" Witwicky), the only real speculation is how big a part the actual robots will play in the story besides in the action.

In the original series the Decepticons were the warriors, and the Autobots were the hopelessly outgunned opposition. The Autobots knew they were screwed, but they fought on because it was the right thing to do. Valor in the face of nearly assured destruction is what made this series so great - and is what inspired so many knock-offs, like Beast Wars and Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings trilogy.

The list of actors is almost as ridiculous as the concept of a LIVE ACTION transformers. Fear.
Good or bad, this movie is a must see!
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Friday, June 09, 2006

My Dick Hates Standards

Lately I have not been going out as often as in the past... which makes the few times I do go out much more significant. For instance, last weekend I went to the Sweetwater Brewery tour, then on to Casa Grande where the guys at the bar informed me it was flamer night. Thankfully I look as straight as they come. After having the devil's mixture of a frozen margarita and frozen sangria (the nice gay guy recommended it) I was ready to go home, pass out, and die. But no, on to bar hopping at the Highlands. We hit a few places before landing at Dark Horse, where I wanted to find a nice place to sleep. I met two college girls, one a hot blonde, the other a cute brunette who had a bit of low self-esteem. I gave them both my number before I left, and guess who called last night? Who doesn't love the LSE girls?

So the brunette and I agreed to meet up at Front Page News in Midtown. She lives in the Little 5 Points neighbourhood right next to the FPN there, but I insisted on Midtown because it will be the only place jumping on Thursday night. That decision impacted the night dramatically. In Little 5 I could have had the same dinner, and then proceeded easily back to her place. However, I wanted Midtown, and everything is just a bit more screwed up there...

I get to Front Page on time for once and call the brunette, Meg, to see where she is. Turns out Meg got lost on Peachtree and is a good 30 minutes away... never mind she drove right by the place on the way to getting lost. No matter, the NBA Finals and the Yankees/Sox game was on. I didn't watch either game because a co-worker of mind, Sarah, was there. And she was dressed very nice. And she is a hot blonde. And she ran to hug me. The flirting started immediately once Sarah learned I was there to meet a girl, and she intimated that there were currently no men in her life. Nice. Sarah's friends showed up - a trio of nice honies - and I was as happy as I would feel all night. I wasn't too concerned about Meg because I could barely remember what she looked like, but Sarah and company was - so we parted ways as Meg entered the restaurant.

In bars, I am typically an awesome guy. Not nice necessarily, but awesome. Awesome is generally defined as a fun to be around person, easy going, cool, and makes you look and feel better in his or her presence. I rarely find awesome girls... the closest I ever get is finding girls who want to be around awesome guys like me. Which works well enough in the short term. Meg wants to be around awesome guys. Sarah IS an awesome girl. My dick and I got into a bit of an argument over the situation. He was upset because right now he is homeless and knows for a fact that Meg is not working right now and seems easy to please. He also brought up the valid point that Sarah is working, is on a "girls night out," and it has been almost a full year since I successfully took a girl home who was surrounded by her girlfriends. Meg would give up the home run, Sarah would require at least a couple innings to get a score. I countered that awesome people are a rarity, and when you are with an awesome girl - it is like no one else is in the room. Well, my dick thought it won out after Sarah and her friends left FPN, and I could concentrate on liking Meg. Only all I wanted to do was drink. I felt like Stewie after he got LaDonne fired.

After dinner we headed to Twisted Taco. I figured I could get her drunk and things would get interesting. And they did, because I saw a very drunken Sarah and friends as I walked in the door. We immediately hugged, and I made introductions. It was pretty obvious who I was really interested in, and it was made even more obvious as I started bumping and grinding with Sarah. At Sarah's behest, I eventually made an effort to be nice to my date, but it was unnecesary. Meg quickly learned she was on her own, and she made friends very quickly at Taco. Sarah's friends dragged her home, and I ended up leaving soon after. Meg was surrounded by horny guys, and even though I still had a shot - my complete lack of interest in her as a person wouldn't let me stay.

My penis and I aren't speaking right now.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

I Want Cindy Crawford for A Fan

For some reason, I always thought celebrities were kinda stuck up. After seeing ads for Oprah's Vision Balls, shitty award shows, and the Hollywood movies that are devoid of value; I figured they spent all their time sniffing each others asses and had no concept of anything cool.

Except for Cindy Crawford. Who is a huge fan of 8 time UFC Champion Matt Hughes. The fact that Cindy enjoys watching men kick the living shit out of each other makes her even hotter.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Truth and Beauty

As we are in the United States, I am pretty sure most of you are unaware that there is the largest spectacle in all the world getting set to kick off in Germany this week, the 2006 FIFA World Cup. In terms of sheer audience, fervor and interest it makes the Olympics, the World Series and the Super Bowl combined look like a mere hors d'oeuvre. Much is made of the 'beautiful game' and that is precisely what it can be,... in the right hands. Too often though, there have been managers and higher-ups who have sought to quash the glorious extemporaneousnes that "beautiful football" engages. Anyone who has watched Germany or England's World Cup history and cares to argue that their teams weren't designed to play mechanically or machine-like are nationalistically deluded. Which is why, I believe, teams like Brazil and Argentina are so captivating (not to mention that these are the two squads that are overwhelming odds-on favorites to take the title). The great Eduardo Galeano has said, "Nowadays it's not only a source of prestige, but also big business in futbol -- soccer, as you call it here in the States. But I don't know why the miracle exists, and soccer is always able to give you a feast, a feast to the eyes watching it when it's very, very well played and a feast to the legs when you're playing it. And there are, there still are. I don't know how, but there they are. Ronaldinho, for instance. Players able to play for the joy, the pleasure of playing, instead of playing just because they are obliged to do it, professionally obliged to do it. It's like an election. We are all making each day, being as we are, obliged to live life as a duty, but secretly willing to live it as a feast." What Galeano so sagely describes is the conquest and the joy, the panache that humankind finds not only in sports, but a panache for life. When we watch, we wish to capture the timeless and the immortal, and peering out at a vast landscape of dreariness in sport, I wish to see the off-the-cuff, unadulterated joy that comes with doing something with one's feet that seem impossible to one's eyes or imagination. And despite the onerous shackles that have been placed on the sport by marketing and over-structured coaching there are still those timeless moments. Would you prefer to have seen Pele and his bicycle kick or some of those painfully depressing West German outfits that operated with all the soul of a Xerox machine?

Sports is not that important (ESPN's Bill Simmons recently opined that sports ranged in importance somewhere between the polio vaccine and Mr. Skin's website), save for one regard: it invites man to test himself against others and show you what's possible when the odds become long. And when there's joy in that it can make for a beautiful spectacle, and when its been clipped and forced into a box and demanded a strict discipline it becomes nothing more than a hollow game, devoid of life or of the truth and beauty, the spectacle, that has made it the manna for millions.
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Save Your High School ID


Most people save their college ID, and get discount movie tickets even after their face no longer has the fresh optimistic look that shines from their college ID picture. After reading this, I am going to dig around and find my high school ID.

In Texas, there is a law against educators sleeping with their students, even if the kid is of legal age. Ms. Amy McElhenney, a Spanish teacher and former 2002 Miss Texas contestant, is facing charges under this law that could land her in jail for 20 fucking years. Now, obviously Texas has a special problem with the horny teachers since three teachers from one school district were caught breaking this law in one year. And I agree with the spirit of the law which is basically preventing sexual extortion or rape. Besides, no one wants creepy old teachers hitting on their fresh face daughters with abandon. That also goes for gross looking old hags freaking the hell out of your innocent young son.

But if I am sitting in my senior spanish class asleep with my head on my desk (as I typically did), and a hot 25 year old blonde beauty queen who is only a couple years out of UT wakes me up and asks me to stay after class for some "tutoring," I am not saying no. Especially if I am 18. And if there is no evidence of coersion, or extortion, or whatnot - she shouldn't go to jail for it. Sure, she should be able to find someone her own age, but the kid was above the age of consent (17 in Texas), and if she was a saleswoman instead of a teacher - there wouldn't even be a story. Her reputation is deservedly ruined, but that is all the punishment she needs. But if Texas insists she needs more, I will give her a nice spankin'.
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Monday, June 05, 2006

Today is the Day - 6/6/06

Every hundred years, the calendar reminds us of that famous number - six hundred, threescore and six - the number of the Antichrist. And while devil rockers and wiccans are going to have a field day, the rest of you are going to be at work plugging away.

So during the day - recognize the 6th of June by indulging in a guilty pleasure. Like eating a pint of ice cream, or talking about American Idol with Nati. Please don't do anything that will cause permanent damage.

One good thing to try is researching porn stars on Wikipedia.org. Most company networks don't track or block this website, and you will definitely learn something. Like the fact that Vicki Vette is one of the few "MILFs" online that is actually old enough (she started her porn career at age 38) to qualify as a milf in the American Pie sense of the term. In fact, not only did she help launch the MILF genre, Vicki gained even more attention over a recent contraversy due to the fact she has yet to act in interracial films. Her late husband claimed in a letter that she made this choice because of her membership in the National Alliance, a white supremacist group. However, I didn't find much additional evidence about that on her website, which is admittedly a bit too Teutonic for my taste. Keep in mind this is coming from a guy who vacationed in Iceland.

Thankfully Vicky desputes the claim, and plans to act in an interracial film later this year. Hey, did I mention that Vicky lives in Atlanta, GA?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

CouchSurfing - Bringing the World To Your Living Room

When I first got involved with CouchSurfing, I figured it would be a great way to save money when I travel for fencing or for anything else for that matter. I was always a little hestitant to host, but so far it has been a pretty good experience.

While hanging out with the professional hobo was a bit surreal, that experience didn't prepare me for the two girls that hung out with me last night and today. My only regret was that they weren't 21 - I think they would have gotten a kick out of the bar scene. Both chicks were British students who were traveling between high school and college, and they were still quoting Latin questions that were on their A Levels. One girl, a decent looking redhead, was coming from an extended stay in Mongolia where she milked yaks, ate mutton head, and took many pictures of the absolute nothingness of the Gobi desert. The other, a nice looking Scottish-Tibetan mix, was traveling from her new home in Dubai, and she never let me forget it.

The girls wanted a taste of Atlanta - so I took them to the Margeret Mitchell musuem (by request), a Braves Game, and then we drove around Peachtree Road this morning so they could see the city. British girls, especially well traveled British girls are completely different from my experience with most girls in a lot of ways.
  • They make jokes in English and Latin. Nati would probably get them because he was a classics major... I was a bit lost.
  • The redhead spoke at a near inaudible level in open conversation, yet her friend heard her perfectly. I was asking her to repeat herself or completely ignoring her for much of the time, and I felt really bad about it. Especially since it probably looked like I favored her Scottish-Tibetan friend with the big rack. No wonder the British call Americans loud.
  • Most British students travel around the world between high school and college/university. That I didn't know. If Americans could afford it, we should do the same thing.
  • Their comfort zone is smaller, yet they are slow to show physical affection. At the Indy 500 a cute blonde friend of a friend shot me down like a clay pigeon when I laid some game - but she still hugged me before she took off for home. These two girls stayed in my house and had an awesome time - but I felt obscene asking for a handshake.
  • They don't act girly. It was interesting seeing the contrast between these two and the girls at the baseball game. Andre 3000 (of Outkast you losers) was sitting in our section, and most of the girls were all a flutter over him. The redhead was pining for an autograph, but her reaction didn't seem feminine at all - even though it was enthusiastic.
  • They are completely level-headed. They are navigating all over the world with a guidebook and asking for directions - and I literally needed a fucking GPS to find my house when I moved to Atlanta.
Just hanging in the living room listening to their stories last night and this morning was awesome. I would have preferred to be doing jello shots or something, but this was fun too.