well, I'm back. Arizona still sucks. It was like 108 average all weekend. luckily Air conditioning flows there like the swallows of Capastrano.
We flew out of Sac which was new to me. I'm used to flying out of Oakland or SF. Although Sacramento is a little of a drive up, its really a chill and simple little airport. we got there hella early so we chilled in the Gate for like 2 hours because, you know, terrorists hate to wait. They had this less than inspiring paper mache airplane on display like some retarded piece of art. Maybe the 1st graders that made it for them were taking a field trip so they felt obligated to keep it up. i dunno, it looked like a giant turd with wings. I hoped we werent flying on a turd.
while we were waiting i drew this self portrait. i drew some other crap too which i might post later.
then they finally boarded our flight, which sucked. meg isnt a good flier and had like 4 beers at 30,000 feet. I just tried to keep myself occupied with the shitty in-flight magazines they have. Did you know Southwest is 35? yea, me either since the plane i was on was built in 1982.
so we get there and its the same fucking Scottsdale we left a few months ago.
hotter tho. Nothing exciting happened so i didnt take any photos. I didnt even turn on my camera. Her dad got a new flatscreet TV tho with this fucking gameboy remote that controls everything. talk about pointless. the picture sucked too.. it was like it had low resolution or something. it was chopping up all the gradients.. anyway enough about the TV. (you can tell how rad our trip was, all im talking about is the TV) so on that note: here's a pic of crappy scottsdale
on saturday we went to see grandma. which was the whole point of this trip. appearantly grandpa was being an asshole all week... heh, go figure. megs brother said, "just dont ask him how he's doing" i guess he went off on everyone about how he's pissed at God and whatnot. mainly because he's losing his house slave probably. we get there and Grandpa opens the door and says "she's back there, in the sick room" then we didnt see him the rest of the time we were there. what a fuck hole. Grandma was doing good, she was alert up and shooting the shit with us. bla bla bla then on sunday we stopped in before we left and the first thing grandpa said was "do you know how to make a seafood salad?" he asked me and meg and we both said no, so her dad hooked it up. what a fucking cock licker. he cant make his own goddamned seafood salad? .. oh yea his slave is sick and on her death bed, now he's gonna starve.
after that we went to this little hole in the wall of the brandnew stripmall pizza place. the sign outside said "chicago pizza". i then thought to myself "I'll be the judge of that". you see, ever since I left Chicago i've been on the search for good deep dish stuffed chicago style pizza. most of the time its just a gimmick and its not
really chicago style. But this place was the real deal. I think the owners were actually from Chicago. it was the bomb. and the best deep dish since I left the windy city. they even had a giant map of Chicago where they ask you to put a pin in the nieghborhood you were from. I put one in on the street Johnny K's recording studio was at. my band lived there for 2 weeks in 2001 and 2 weeks in 2002. I love that fucking City.
So coming off a pizza high like 2 hours later we all went out to Mexican food. This place was like Chevy's but shittier and everything had 2 pounds of cheddar cheese melted on it. they had 3 kids of Mexican Pizza's. J-Slim would know what i mean when i say Guido's House Of Cheese times 10. a fucking Lactaid nightmare waiting to happen. plus i had 2 slices of Chicago goodness in me still. I got light chicken tacos scraped off the cheese and then gave one of them to megs sister. oi vey.
then Sunday morning we went to a Jewish Deli/Bagel place aptly named, "Chompies".(If youre picking up on a theme here youre spot on. all we did was go out to eat.) and youre probably picking up on another theme here, resturants themed for other, BETTER places. you see, Arizona sucks so bad and basicly has no culture other than the Native American theme thats prevelent in the architecture. But stupid fat white people get bored of that and want to feel like they are at home (or on vacation) when they go to the fucked up desert to visit thier parents (or move there because its cheap and then pretend its not fucking 110 degrees 3/4 of the year) .
but its a dry heat ..... right.
speaking of dry. After we visited grandma (and made grandpa lunch) yesterday we met up for a quick lunch, consisting of many fried brewery foods. I mentioned this 4 peaks brewery before. its actually not a bad place but I still had Chompies' Corned Beef Hash and 2 bagels in my gut. anyway, while we were sitting there, the sky got dark and the wind started to pick up.. shit started flying through the parking lot and the trees were all crooked. we were witnessing a good ol' arizona dust storm! oh hell yes. but as we got closer to finishing we started thinking about our flight. her dad said it wouldnt be a problem. boy was he wrong.
this sign says "DUST STORM LOW VISIBILITY USE HEADLIGHTS" oh shit.
I guess airplanes dont like dust storms as much as i do. it held up like EVERY flight at the airport and fucked us over like 2 hours. we boarded a full ass flight hella late, had to wait for some layover fucks from texas and then we were off. I took a couple pics while i was waiting.
this looks like a logo i've seen on skateboard shoes or something.
you cant tell from this pic, but this dude was walking around the Airport and he looked like Flavor Flav. he had a giant gold medallion and a stupid nylon doo rag thing on his head. then, i saw him down on the tarmac... holy shit he works there!! ha ha.
the flight was again bumpy as shit so the flight attendant didnt even charge meg for her beers. southern hospitality i guess. The 50 somthing Texan Stewardess standing on the seat next to me to secure the overheads with her crotch in my face I'll chalk up to southern hospitality too.
we got to Sac finally. I was delirious from the flight but the fresh California air kept me alert enough to catch this gem in the parking garage.
After my trip that could have been my car.
then we had to drive from Sac to 'tinez at 11:30 at night. I had my window down the whole time.
AHHH fresh refinery air! smells like home.
the hot-lava-aenema starts at 9:00... in other words we go on first so get your clogged colons there early!
Remember that shitty movie with Ben Afflack and Aerosmith when they fly plumbers to an asteroid to put Drain-o on it to save the world? Well, it might not be as fake as Ben Afflack's acting made it seem.
ok kids, everyone gather around the fire, I have something you need to hear.
Amazing, I know, for more visit our site www.vsep.com. but theres also another thing that happens. all the shit (pardon the pun) that comes out of the water to make it cle
an comes out in a concentrated cake which is essentiall 100% pure concentrated pig shit. this is what was in that 20 gallon container i was talking about.
remember when you were a kid.. well they have them now I suppose, but remember when you were a kid and they had those face painting booths at carnivals and stuff? even as a kid i remember them always sucking. rad now you have a shitty drawing of a stupid butterfly or something on your cheek. well I hope these are better than that..
this one is called "canadian bacon" its acrylic with stenciled spraypaint on canvas, 18 x 20"
this one is called "Low Prices" its a bad portrait of the Walmart CEO, H. Lee Scott.
while we were waiting i drew this self portrait. i drew some other crap too which i might post later.
then they finally boarded our flight, which sucked. meg isnt a good flier and had like 4 beers at 30,000 feet. I just tried to keep myself occupied with the shitty in-flight magazines they have. Did you know Southwest is 35? yea, me either since the plane i was on was built in 1982.
hotter tho. Nothing exciting happened so i didnt take any photos. I didnt even turn on my camera. Her dad got a new flatscreet TV tho with this fucking gameboy remote that controls everything. talk about pointless. the picture sucked too.. it was like it had low resolution or something. it was chopping up all the gradients.. anyway enough about the TV. (you can tell how rad our trip was, all im talking about is the TV) so on that note: here's a pic of crappy scottsdale
on saturday we went to see grandma. which was the whole point of this trip. appearantly grandpa was being an asshole all week... heh, go figure. megs brother said, "just dont ask him how he's doing" i guess he went off on everyone about how he's pissed at God and whatnot. mainly because he's losing his house slave probably. we get there and Grandpa opens the door and says "she's back there, in the sick room" then we didnt see him the rest of the time we were there. what a fuck hole. Grandma was doing good, she was alert up and shooting the shit with us. bla bla bla then on sunday we stopped in before we left and the first thing grandpa said was "do you know how to make a seafood salad?" he asked me and meg and we both said no, so her dad hooked it up. what a fucking cock licker. he cant make his own goddamned seafood salad? .. oh yea his slave is sick and on her death bed, now he's gonna starve.
this sign says "DUST STORM LOW VISIBILITY USE HEADLIGHTS" oh shit.
this looks like a logo i've seen on skateboard shoes or something.
After my trip that could have been my car.
looks like the first official round of "fuck you america" has begun. thanks to DaimlerChrysler (ironicly a half american company) started promoting thier "SMART" car with billboards in South Africa, saying it has "nothing american" about it. as they should. we suck frankly. and we invade countries for bullshit ass greedy reasons and drag the rest of the world into it.
ok so i get about 30-40 emails in my junkmail folder every couple of days.. today i had 37 so as i normally do, i started skimming through them to make sure none of them were real emails that got moved there by mistake (to date, no email has been put there by mistake. thanks Gmail!) there was nothing out of the ordinary, penis enlargment, home loans, viagra, pirated software and anti-depressants from Asia. you know, the usual. but some of these that i see all the time i felt we worth sharing.
yeah, fuck me. I skipped Tuesday. I bet all 4 of your are pissing your pants about it. I've been pretty swamped at work so i havent really had anything to talk to you about. I still dont really, since im talking about having nothing to talk about.
I'm also having an INCREDIBLE hair day.. look at this shit. love it and remember it because i think i might be shaving it off soon.
I'm going to hot as fuck ass Arizon again for a "grandma is gonna die soon" trip with my girlfriend. Its her grandma, who is pretty cool so its kinda shitty. If you've been reading kirknoggins you might know i've talked about her Arizona family a few times before. her grandpa is a cock.
I hate sunny side up! damnit i wish it was 68 degrees moderate humidity in the mornings and partly cloudy with a breeze from the west all year round. fuck this heat shit.
I hope he's ok. the passers by seemed to think it was cute or "rad", hell i even snapped a picture with my cellphone.. i'd imagine if he were in any harm there were enough well minded adults to make sure he didnt get fucked with. you rock batman party kid!
this book wasnt quite what i thought it was gonna be about.
"Yeah, he's sort of a loser now. I don't know why he pursued the French horn . . . I mean, did he really think he could support himself? Man, what a bum. He has no real skills at all . . . I just don't know what he plans to do."
happy birthday rosarita. dont worry, 40 is the new 30. and unfortunatly for me, 30 isnt the new 20. 20 is kids stuff these days. 30 is like the new 26.
since none of you RSS, my other blog.. or know about it I'm posting a little update in here for ya.
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hey shit fucks. we got TheRinger on the ol' Netflix because there is SHIT for good movies to rent these days. watched it last night and let me tell you, Johnny Knoxville plays the part he was born to play. a retard. He actually looks more retarded when he's not acting like the retard he's pretending to be in most of the movie. anyway, the movie was alright but the Southpark episode they ripped off was WAY better. and actually had a point.
Im thinking about taking some courses at the local JC. I'm pretty much limited to evening classes so I can't do all i want to do. I've got to juggle around my schedule and prioritize what i want to do. a full evening of learnin' would pretty much make band practice impossible too.
fucking awesome!
ok, so if you didnt know already, Sebastian Bach is a fucking dildo. if you've watched ANY of VH1's Super Group, you'd know what I'm talking about. all i'm gonna say is Savage Animal is the stupidest band name ever and you are the biggest shit head loser for even thinking of it, let alone saying 100 times like its the best two words ever invented. -Scott Ian, you are still a cool motherfucker.
after the game we hit Gordon Birsch again. not as insane as last time but it was cool. i got some pics on my digicam i'll have to put up later. i'm a dumbass and forgot my cable. after that we ended up at some fratboy bar in the City. god how do i end up in these places? i guess i need to not hang out with people who went to college. the bathroom had a trough style urinal, so of course the insecure jocks were waiting in line for the toilet stall. to pee in. -fags.
this was above the urinal. it had a speaker that said lines from the movie. as i was pissing i thought "i need to see this shit when i comes out".... one of the roided out shrunken dicked gnarfucks got in my friend sarah's face like he was gonna fight her. i looked at him and laughed, but she held her own. after that he felt like a douche. fucking meatheads.
i've been rockin the full beard for a while now. Jimbo just posted his old and new beard in his blog. i thought i'd counter that with some pics of my overgrown, wild woodsman look i have going on. I'm like 2 steps away from being Derelicte.
i've been thinking about trimming the winter-coat but its starting to grow on me. (no pun intended)
well, what some of you dont know is that I also have a cat living with me. technically its my girlfriends cat.
He was a wild kitten she took in and raised. so he reverts randomly to his ferule ways and attacks you without and provocation. we have plenty of cat scars all over our hands and face. yes, face. Piggy, the cat, wakes up at 3:30am and wants to play, but like normal people were sleeping. so he stands at the head of the bed staring at us. then out of nowhere decides to attack megs face like its prey. Well, I think i got the sonovabitch back last night. he hates it when people watch him use the cat box so when meg was outside i caught him! I took this National Geographic Explorer photo of Piglet in his natural domain. taking a piss!!
look how uncomfortable he is! i can tell he's looking at me with the corner of his eye, but at the same time trying not to let me see him look at me. i bet when the flash snapped he stopped midstream and couldnt finish. take that, cat!
