Shotty McHotty!

I've always said, if I bought a house, I'm getting a shotgun to go with it. As far as crime is concerned, I've always lived in pretty nice areas, so I can only attribute this desire to being a male child borne of 80's movies and television. This is most evident in the before and after photos of said Remington 870.

Before.



After!


I'm fully aware of how unnecessary this modification is. Perhaps it will make more sense when I'm done slapping shit onto it.

Whoa-ly WHAT?

Take a good, hard look at this crap sandwich...



I don't know if you're seeing this correctly, but that is a 16 oz probiotic coconut drink being sold at Lund's for $10.99.

That's ten dollars and 99 cents... American.

OK, I get it. Lund's is a nice, clean store that makes white people like myself feel special about themselves by offering flattering lighting, and the occasional short haired carpet(minus any stains). I go there, mostly because it's close, and they do have good(overpriced) produce.

That said, what in the holy fuck is this price point about? And the label? Not only does it apparently offer no special reason to purchase it, but it moves to the baffling side of the universal order when it declares that "Children Love the Taste"!!! This is Northeast Minneapolis, for christ's sake, not the Hamptons. I haven't seen anyone around these parts so flush with cash that they want to feed their walking garbage disposals something that costs $.60 an oz when they would be perfectly happy with some shitty juice concentrate.

Tomorrow, I shop at Rainbow. I'm sure I'll be late for work because of it.

I'm still alive

It's been a long time since I blogged. Whatever. I've been busy buying(and moving into) a house, and searching out this fucking Antelope head to stick on my wall. Suffice it to say, that's all the excuse I need.

I love my phone.

There, I said it. Not so much for the phone part of it. That's cool and all, but the camera is just becoming more fun than it should be. I'm starting to feel like I'm cheating on my girlfriend. I mean, I have a $5000 camera that is sitting there... and that's it. I mean, sure, I've shot a couple editorial things as of late with it. I also did some tabletop work with it. Great. Glad I can rely on it for that kind of stuff. I did it's job, and it did it admirably.

That said, when it comes to the pure fun of taking pictures, the fucking iPhone 4 camera is just out of hand. Actually, it's mostly the combination of the apps that I use that give it the quality I want, and the order and degree in which I use them, but still...

Anyway, here is some new work taken with it. And I don't use the term 'work' lightly. Mine and other's is woking it's way into portfolios everywhere.

Prick

Have you ever opened an app on your phone(think Wikipedia, Google, Shazaam, etc), and been completely and totally amused at what you were last searching information on? I spend a good deal of time talking shit at bars so trust me, it happens to me all the time.

This one stood tall amongst the rest for me, though...



I have to ask myself, what conversation was I in that this term even needed defining, and what led up to said conversation? Was I in an argument with an linguistically savy whoreson/cocksucker/SOB, and wanted to double-check my terminology before I whipped insults at him? Makes sense, because I can't think of many things more embarrassing than insulting someone, only to have them bitch-slap you with your own misused words.

I guess I'll never know...

Gaddafi

By the looks of it, dude, you're already dead.

Kickin' Ass for MS

Most people already know this, but I'm running in the Minnesota Mud Run for MS. Actually, there is a post below somewhere that explains what it is and why I'm doing it, if you really give a shit. The reason I'm writing this, though, is for a different reason. Check out this screenshot here...



This is the homepage of Minnesota's Mud Run. As you can see on the bottom right, I am speed-bagging the rest of Minnesota's competitors in the realm of fund raising. In fact, there is only one team of dumb, drunk chicks ahead of me*. The beauty of the position that I hold as #1 fund raiser in MN is that, unlike most who trail me, my contributions have come from many, and in small amounts. I'm the Barack Obama of fundraising, if you will. The dark horse, who's ability to fund raise can be measured in direct relation to how effective and persistent I am in the areas of peer-pressure and ambiguous, underhanded threats.

I'd like to take this time to say thank you, again, to the heros that have thus far come forth and pledged for MS. Unless, that is, you pledged to someone other than me... then you're a terrorist.


*I have no evidence to support the claim that these women are dumb. Or drunk. Or even women, actually. I just said that because it was funny.

Easter Suit

In what has become one of my favorite reoccuring Spring time rituals, the Leisure Suit once again made its Easter appearance.



For 7 of the last 8 Easters, this suit has made Minneapolis a better place to have fun. A better place to raise children. A better place to call home. If you were lucky enough to witness it this year, then you're welcome. If not, it'll be out next year, and it's up to you if you want to bathe in it's glorious rays of lime-green sunshine.

Someone squish it!

I don't pay attention to the Royal Family. They embarrass me, and I'm not English. But still, a guy with internet access couldn't help but know what just went down, and even a little about it.

I guess I thought I knew enough. Now I'm not so sure. This photo changed everything.



Look, I get it. They're called Blue Bloods for a reason. Over the years, there has been a lot of tolerance to making sex with members of their own family. This causes problems, health and otherwise. And, when I say otherwise, I mean the miniature troll on the right flank of the former Miss Middleton. Oh my god is she ugly. She looks like she was squeezed out of a tube. I know that flowery halo thing is for decoration and all, but I'm imagining that it is a magic head-collar that is the only thing that keeps her from changing back into her natural state of full-fledged werewolf.

Post #200!

Jesus. I was surprised enough to just have the fortitude to make it to 100 posts, but 200? This might get in the way of my aspirations of becoming a lazy ass bitch.

I know that I haven't posted shit lately, but nothing exciting has happened in my life and I respect the 4 people who will read this enough that I didn't want to bore them by jabbering on with a bunch of crap that wasn't in the least bit interesting. It was my slow season, after all, as it seemingly was for the rest of Minneapolis' residents. I guess I could have posted photos of me reading the paper and watching The Price Is Right at Jimmy's, but that kind of thing is usually better experienced.

I did take this photo on a job a few weeks ago.



I don't know. I thought it was funny.

Hair, did.

For whatever reason, our kitchen has become the surrogate place to get your hair cut/colored when you can't make it in to see Nell at her place of work. Which works great for me, because I love cleaning hair off my cutting boards.

I've turned into that guy!

I remember a day(not that far gone by) that I would see people on the street, arm extended out in front of their body, cell phone in hand. They were taking a photograph, and I would watch with my usual scorn. "That isn't a flipping camera", or "Another photo that will never make it off the LCD panel". You get my drift.

Now I have to look at myself, assuming the same damn position, loving it.







If you want to see more, there is now a whole damn portfolio on my website dedicated to these greazy things. I'm torn over this...

Mud Run, here comes me.

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/General/MNMGeneralEvents?px=9009294&pg=personal&fr_id=17063

This is the dirty link to what promises to be a dirty, dirty time for me. Along with some of the people that I kettlebell with, I am signed up for the MS Mud Run in September. It's for science, Multiple Sclerosis to be exact. You, and anyone you know, can pledge money to me via the link and help me reach my very modest goal of $400.

Actually, if you really want to help, you could just run the shit for me, because it is no joke. I've talked to 3 people who have ran it already(2 of them ex-Marines), and they have been mentally planning for the run since it kicked their ass last year. These are people in much better shape than myself. It's time to get to work.





Oh, that looks nice...

More frickin' storms.

I'm haven't been too hot on winter or snow since I was a downhill skier, and that's been a while. Think florescent clothes and those stupid hats that have ear flaps dangly things coming from the ears and top... that long.

Anyway, if it's coming down, you might as well try and enjoy it.

V-Day in the Castle!

I almost couldn't believe when my special lady told me the news. "I got us a reservation at White Castle for Valentine's Day." she said somewhat sheepishly. "Is that OK?"

Is it?!? I've wanted to go to that place on Valentine's Day since I found out they were doing said day's celebration, and I found out about it LONG before I had any business going out with a woman on Valentine's Day.







In the past month, I've found that many people weren't aware of White Castle's decades old Valentine's Day hoopla. Allow me. They close the restaurant's eat-in area for those without reservations(which, btw, fill up about 2 months ahead of time). They break out the white linen table cloths, candles, candies, and shitty(but appropriate) decorations. They even have a hostess and servers, though I still chose to get up and fill up my own mini ketchup cups.

The menu is unchanged, as is the look on my face when I eat more than 2 or 3 of those things, not to mention the onion chips and whatever that fish sandwich was that made it onto our tray by accident.

G-Ma hits 94!

I don't want to brag or anything, but I have the best Grandma in the world. She is the complete and total shit. I mean, I don't intend to sound overly dramatic, but my Grandma could beat up your Grandma. Seriously. She is 100% Polish. Do you even know what that means? It means get the hell out of the way because this place is crap, and she's here to pick up the pieces.



We did some of the usual on our tour of Northeast today. The Modern, Surdyk's, Reddy Meats. I threw a new one in there for her, though, Rewind. She loved it. She always does. See, my Grammy is probably the ultimate tour guide when it comes to this area. Not only does she know where all the iconic places are, she has some dirt on the families that actually started the businesses. Christ, she slapped ol' man Mayslack in the face as well as tell ol' man Jax to go to hell(in Polish) to fend off their advances. It's totally understandable, though, as she was completely stunning in her 20's.



Wow.