Flashback to 1994 before Jim Rome blinked into nothing briefly and then just as quickly fluttered into oblivion.
Jim Everett ex-Oilers/Rams/Saints/Charger quarterback whom accosted the famed “Jungle” host.
I remembered seeing this back in the day and I just still think this is high-sterical!
I have to say I’ve never watched Smallville in it’s apparent seven season run (which is ongoing), because well… I just don’t care.
However I guess Clarks cousin in the show (SuperGirl) is one Laura Vandervoort.
She’s all over at Stuff Magazine online.
You can go “up, up and away…” here.
Laura Vandervoort
So, those of you regular visitors may notice a new box down below [giggle], on the right hand side labeled Sponsored By that looks includes this:
BloggerWave is this interesting “service” that claims to pay you for blogging so to speak… and since I generate a fair amount of regular traffic (when I post), I thought I’d give it a shot.
At the very least I now have a sponsored by section… which I probably should have done long ago… anyways sorry for the interruption now back to our regularly schedule slacking.
- Management
So this week sees a few decent DVD releases such as:
But by far the most important release this week is…
The Smurfs: Season One, Vol. One
$19.99 (US)
For those that don’t know this is just a partial release of the first season of the original Smurf series. It includes nineteen episodes with a total running time of 345 minutes! Oh Smurf it!!!
And you know what’s really cool? it includes the Smurfette episode… oh yeah, how many of you remembered or knew that Gargamel created Smurfette to destroy the Smurfs?
Freaky shit huh.
It should be good.
Scope the rest of the releases over yonder at the BoxSet.com.
So not sure how many of you saw this article on the AP regarding Maxim Magazines “apology” for a review of the Black Crowes upcoming LP Warpaint, written in the upcoming March 2008 issue.
NEW YORK - Maxim magazine has apologized for publishing a negative review of the Black Crowes’ new album by a writer who hadn’t listened to the whole CD.
…the magazine explained that its review was an “educated guess.”
Wow, then I’m guessing their educated guess was that the album complete sucks balls, and not in a good way.
And speaking of not in a good way…. WTF is up with publishing?
Have you seen the cover for Maxim Argentina for February 2008? I hadn’t thought so…
…well let me enlighten you:
Maxim Magazine : Argentina February 2008 Issue
What’s the cover for the “US” release look like?
Maxim Magazine : US February 2008 Issue
Egh… do I really need to go anywhere with this?
Which would you rather read?
I’m just saying.
“Why don’t we, just slip away,
to another side, where greedy winds
glide
darling, why don’t we just fall asleep dream the same dream
and only feel where our bodies meet” - boy eats drum machine
“O ship of the body -ship of the soul- voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.” - Walt Whitman
So the morning broke upon us more quickly than we had anticipated… soon we’d have to leave the soothing Oregon coast and head back to the soul stifling ideas of the “work place” and it’s evil red headed step twin called “responsibility”.
But before that… the Bunny and the Bear would partake in one last wondrous culinary adventure on the sweet Pacific shores, better known as B.B.s
We strolled around and played with some bunnies, checked out the beach at sunrise then headed back inside.
We packed our things and rinsed off the slackness residue that remained from the day previous and headed down the hotel elevator to the parking lot with bags in tow.
Then it’s the last walk to our beloved watering hole.
After being seated we sort of sat looking over the menu as if there just weren’t enough hours in the day to consume all the yummy goodness that was the idea of breakfast that morn’.
It took us a minute but we ordered the Biscuits and Gravy and the Eggs Benedict, we also knew that we couldn’t leave this sacred of all temples without having imbibed more of the sweet happy, yummy nectar that is the Cream Ale.
Left Eye
Right Eye
While we drank and ate we reminisced of day trips past, and how much fun it would be to be able to stay at the coast for an extended period of time with our friends in one of the large houses around town.
Finally we were served our breakfast and we began to do what we do… enjoy the moment.
Which brings us back to the beginning of sorts….
We began this trip just two short days ago with only one week of planning (barely) and the drive to just chill in the breeze of the Oregon shore. Which we accomplished in spades.
But we’re at the end of this journey. This is usually the part in the story where the narrator talks about how things don’t really end and it’s not about the this or that particular thing but the memories, etc.
But I’m not going to, because it’s redundant which makes it unnecessary… but more importantly because I disagree… it’s about both… however, there’s really no distinction between the two, or more…. ever.
And is it true you could have been an Olympic gymnast?
If I had kept up the training I could have gone to Atlanta in 1996. The trainer was this Chinese lady who took charge of all the rough diamonds, but it got to the point where I was going to have to leave my family. And she used to nail us. You would be lying on the floor, one hand on one ankle above your head, one on the floor, bawling your eyes out. I hated her so much. Although I can still do the splits . . .
Breathe in the rest over here.
Alex - “Dude your bed is a car.“
Jeff - “Yeah, but it’s a fucking sweet car.”
“It’s just a ride, and we can change it anytime we want.” - Bill Hicks
When we last left our beer warriors they were dreaming their dreams… exceptionally earlier due to the fact they had woken up very early in the A.M. that day and had consumed many, many tasty beverages which caused them to shut their eyes and evade “capture” while watching the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.
Having awoken to various sounds during the evening like the sound of awesome nothingness at the coast… the Bunny and the Bear jumped to and decided they should hit a local eatery when it opened… you know prior to “everyone else” getting there.
So the Panda roams the early AM streets of PC trying to procure some shaving cream, tooth brush and water. As Pandas are oft to do, he comes up short handed.
And though he was unable to procure all of the assigned items he was able to find this:
Pacific City Sunrise
Following the ritual abuse of the washroom… we stroked out [giggle] towards the Grateful Bakery.
Where we were met by a rather large number of individuals already consuming they yummy yums of the yeast-masters.
We were seated in our own side-deck of the building since they needed to allow for overflow… so it would seem they knew today would be a busy day.
Challah French Toast!!!
After we finally get some attention, I order the French toast (naturally) and the Bunny orders an omelette. A huge massive three egg, bean omelette.
While we wait we sip on our respective caffeine applicators and wax philosophical on all things tasty, and in the moment. At this point the area that we are in, previously home to ourselves alone now includes a number of other bakery-goers.
Interestingly enough… every “adult” male in that room ordered the French toast and the accompanying female had something like an omelette or “country” style breakfast.
Breakfast Brew
After a while our food shows up and we partake in the awesomeness that is fresh bakery goodness. After we finish up… we head on out back towards whence we came.
On our way back we look at all the shops “new and old” as well as various other idiosyncrasies of the landscape.
Crossing The River Early In The Morn
After realizing that we had walked quite a ways to get to the bakery… we agreed that the return route should encompass the beach itself.
Along the way we encounter only a handful of people and a gwap of seagulls.
Which meant we were in grave danger of having our clothes marbleized at any moment.
End of Open Area
It turns out that we were quite the distance from the hotel… we had gotten in a nice two and a half plus mile (roundtrip) walk all before ten A.M., which made us both proclaim; “Well that makes up for the past six months.”
[chuckle]
As is the case for us… we kept on trucking…. and trucking…
Ass End of Open Area
And trucking…
Moving Right Along, Dum De Dum
Finally we arrive back at our room… tired. We’d been up for almost six plus hour and the Bunny needed a break. So I finished watching the Chronicles and then put in Spider-man 3.
Needless to say I found the movie to be pretty freakin’ dull… seems that, that series declined immediately after the first one.
But that’s ok really, since I got to spend the better part of six hours playing in the briar.
Of what I say though, my favorite part of the movie was Bruce Campbell.
Give Me Some Sugah Baby!
So it got to be that time of day so we picked up and headed out. We played with the wild bunnies, the black one being the wildest. Then it was over to a local pizza parlor and picked up some goodies. Which turned out to be nastiness. Though we did get to suck on some more Pelican beers in our room which made up for it a bit.
So the day goes on further and we watch some more DVDs that we picked up on our return from the pizza parlor.. but just generally relax for hours… which felt oh so good.
I do have to comment though… Vacancy. I’ll never get that hour and a half back, ’nuff said.
Ratatouille on the other hand… though formulaic and predictable it was worth it, the Bunn and I agreed, two ears up.
Then we get up again to go get dinner… but by this point there’s so many people in town still that the wait is out the doors at the Pelican. We know because are balcony overlooks the parking lot and entryway of the pub.
So being the hare-apparent’s that we are, we phoned in the order. As we head to go pick it up we see the mass amounts of people all crammed into a small waiting space… and hear that the wait is about forty-five minutes for seating… and has been since about 1PM. (but it was only fifteen minutes for call-in).
Genius!
So after a day of walking, French toast, Pelican beer, MarioDS, DVDs, and amazing company… we finally drifted away.
[To be cont'd... Bunnily Ever AFter]
“Welcome to the good life, where we like the girls who ain’t on TV.” - Kanye West
“The good life is inspired by love, and guided by knowledge.” - Bertrand Russell
Kanye, T-Pain and the influential logician aside… this past weekend the Bunny and I had the opportunity to hit the sands of time and bust out towards the shores of promise.
Or what other people refer to as the Inn at Cape Kiawanda “in” Pacific City.
On Friday afternoon we packed up all of our things and started our sojourn in motion.
We opted to go in style and take the Land Shark or Great White as it’s sometimes called so that we could time travel and get “there” before we left. Mostly the Bunny just wanted to drive.
Along our initial movements we required some refueling for our motorized beast, so we eventually rolled into a local Shell station and padded our stats.
We then head out back onto the road… blaring one of the six trip medley CDs I had burned just prior to our departure.
Policeman taps his shades, “Is that a Chevy ‘69?”
How bizarre.
How bizarre, how bizarre.
The Original Bunny
As we moved along we say very many cool things and listened to CD after CD of “fuck, I’m old” music. Like seriously… Bigger, Better, Faster, More! was released in 1992!!!
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
What’s goin’ on!?
We also heard some Cake, Cornershop, Belinda Carslile, Billy Idol, Counting Crows, Ace of Base, Blondie, Blur, Bow Wow Wow, Chumbawamba, A-Ha, Hot Chocolate, Cyndi Lauper and yes even Kermit the Frog.
Plus many, many, more… (don’t forget to act now!!!!)
It took us quite some time to plow through the mountains since traffic was on the “in the way” side. Which meant we got to burn through quite the amount of music.
But we did get to partake in some cinematic glory along the way.
The sun showers that fall on my troubles
Are over you my baby
And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
’cause I’m watching you my baby
Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true reality
I know a girl who reminds me of Cher
She’s always changing
The color of her hair
She don’t use nothing you buy at the store
She likes her hair to, be real orange
After a few hours of karaoke on wheels… we finally arrive in the P.C.
We quickly head to the hotel, find a parking spot and head to check in. (It’s around 2:30PM PST at this point.)
We check in, go back out to the car and grab our things and head upstairs. Top floor, center view.
On the way into our room the Bunny notices bunnies galore down in the park below us. [Note: Due to technical difficulties, ie, I'm retarded the pix of the bunns were deleted.]
Zen.
After dropping our wares in the room we promptly head down to the Pelican to partake in the greatness that is that Pub.
So after six beers, and we believe food… we headed back to the room, but not until after we stopped in the lobby and pick up DVDs of Spider-Man 3 and Chronicles of Narnia. When we got back I realized that there was no hookup available on the TV for us to connect the 360 to so instead, I fiddled around a bit through to sunset.
We were asleep by 9:00PM that evening… and we slept through most of the night… which turns out to be good since we woke the next day at 4:00AM PST.
[To be cont'd... Breakfast Bear and the "Hundred Acre Woods" ]
