And Your Tour Guide, TB

Okay peoples…

We’ve already done decided to do this here thing again.  The four of us, next year.  We’re gonna renew our tickets and our hotel reservations.  Question is, who else wants in?

Last year I wahoo’ed and renewed and later that afternoon Tiff emailed me saying “Hmm, so how would I go?”  And I went back in and amended my ticket order so we could possibly get seats all together – and we did, how cool is that?!  While it’s not guaranteed to work, IF anyone wants to join us next year, I COULD attempt to do the same thing.  Change it from four tickets to five, or six, or fifteen, whatever.

OR:  general admission tickets to the races this year were $60 for a three day pass.  The first two days are general admission anyway – the only difference would be on race day.  On Friday and Saturday we could all hang together as a big ol’ gaggle if and as long as we so desire.

Is anyone out there actually interested?  If so, speaketh thee up!!

On Location

Oh my dear friends, HOO HOO HOO you have no idea the fun we are having.  I wish I had more time to tell you all, but DUH we’re too busy having MORE fun.  And maybe trying to sleep some of last night off.  At least the wiser of us, unlike yours truly, who woke up thinking “whoa boy I drank too much but WOOHOOHOO I’m gettin’ in the shower, it’s another day at the track!!!!”

We have at least three metric tons of photos between us.  I’m pretty sure Dys and I could delete every photo we took that was the least bit out of focus or had a pole in the way or whatever and still have more than 600 images for yesterday alone.  It is ridiculous.

But Tiff just messaged me from downstairs at the breakfast table, so I’ll have to save for later the story of how I gave one world champion so much shit that he grinned like a Cheshire cat, leading Dys to tell me “thank you for that – look at the smile I got in this photo!  He’s laughing at your dumb ass!! – how I shook hands with another world champion – how Tiff squee’ed when the GP bikes rounded the bend for the first time, but I squee’ed harder (and threw out my voice in two yells) – how sunburned we are – etc.

In the meantime, I leave you with this.  It has been a GREAT WEEKEND so far, peoples.

I DO SO Rock!

Well, in an hour I’m outta here for the day.  While I won’t rule out a quick post in the morning, and/or posting from Indy, this COULD be “it” until after the GP.  And then you all know that I have a good solid week or two of splooging on motorcycle porn here on the blog before things settle down again.  So I give you this, the last “passes-for-normal” post for a while.

I’m wrapping up my day at the office yesterday when I hear “[TB]!  Are any of your creepy bands playing here in the next month?!?”

I get up and walk out to the common area, where our cute and tiny student worker (for the sake of convenience, C&T) is standing surrounded by a few of my coworkers.

C&T is probably 4’8″ and 90 pounds.  In other words, roughly my son’s size.  She is sweet, friendly, and hardworking, and we were all glad to have her back to work for us again this school year.  Apparently, the first assignment in one of her music classes is to see a rock concert and write a review of it.  The paper is due in the first week of October – the day BEFORE two badass shows play in town on the same night.  Drat the luck.

I rack my brain for a while, check my local metal promoter’s web site and my street team email stuff and come up with maybe three dates.  She’d thought one of the venues was 21-and-over (she’s about to turn 19) and was surprised when I told her it wasn’t.

“Can’t you just get an ID?” asks our somewhat rebellious office manager.

“Are you kidding me?” says C&T.  “I have an easier time passing for 12-and-under.”

So we rattle on a little more about music, and in and amongst telling me that I should teach a music class (my answer was “I don’t think anybody’d want to take the class I’d teach”) C&T says,

“I’m surprised, [TB], you don’t look like the kind of person who’d listen to that kind of music.”

…

SAY WHA?!?!?

Fuckin’ hell, my ensemb’ ain’t cuttin’ the mustard!!!

Monday Music

Hey everybody!  Did anybody know that this week is MOTOGP WEEK!?!?

Oh.  Sorry.

Tough shit.  It’s all motorcycles all the time this week, motherfuckers!  BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Anybody who doesn’t know what’s up, take 3 minutes of your time and watch this video.  If you haven’t already.  (I posted it this time last year as the MM.)

I was listening to my iPod last night while trying to fall asleep and this song came on, and I immediately imagined myself cutting a GP video to this tune.  Winning, losing, falling, getting lower and lower (lean angle)…hey, it’s perfect.  If only I had the time.  And the GP footage, and a good hand at editing.  But wtf, just close your eyes and imagine a bunch of crazy fuckers rubbing their shoulders on the next guy’s tires at 80mph.

Static-X, “The Only”

Now ‘scuse a brother whilst I mosh for a second.

Aah, that’s better.

I get up from my desk at work at 4:30 Eastern on Wednesday, do some housework and final packing until early afternoon on Thursday, and then it’s GO TIME.  After 4:30 on Wednesday, it’s potential dark time for the blog.  Last year I did some blogging from the hotel room after the races.  This year I’m gonna have motherfuckers all up in my shit.  You know, so instead of working on the computer like Dys and I did last year, we’ll likely be out carousing and canoodling and shit with people like Tiff and Marie and Heather and another 100,000 or so crazy motorcycle fans.

If you’re interested…and masochistic…you can watch this space for whatever updates I can scrape the time to throw out.  Here’s some other places to watch for fun stuff from us, although none of them are guaranteed to be updated, at least a few of them probably will.

• My Twitter feed
• Our Flickr photostream
• My Youtube Channel

I’ll also put Tiff’s shit down because they’ll be glued to us for much of each day, and that chick is even more wired than I am. I’m betting her new Crackberry means that her Twitter feed will be the source of much hilarity.

• Tiff’s blog
• Tiff’s Twitter feed
• Tiff’s Flickr photostream

WOOHOOHOO!  I’m telling you, I’m stone cold sober and there are crackheads and meth addicts out there who would get a ROCKIN buzz from a shot of my blood right about now.

It’s on, muhfuggas!

The Gambler

On a warm summer evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler
And we were both too tired to sleep…

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light

I said, “Fuck off, you worthless scumsucking mooch!  If I didn’t think you’d reek up the whole car, I’d hope you die in your sleep!!“

A True Blood tidbit

Since I can’t Tweet this, and I don’t want to forget it…(SPOILERS)

Was anybody else rooting for Russell to pull out the Talbot-jar there at the end, and make it talk to the camera by lifting the lid?

“We will eat your children!!  Right, Talbot?”

[jar-lid flapping]  “Yes, yes we will!  And my god, that weather girl’s belt does NOT go with those shoes!”

Nothing like a villain who’s taken a left at Batshit Crazy and hit the nitrous! 

Quick Hits

Yep.  I’m back, motherfuckers.  And yawning.

Maybe if I’m lucky there’ll be a substantial post later.  But for now, STFU and take what I’m givin’ ya.

***

I’m staying off of Twitter today.  And I’m gonna be awfully careful about whose blogs and/or emails I read (*cough Tiff*) until tomorrow.  No offense to anybody.

Why?  Because I’m a fucking genius, that’s why.  “Hey, there’s a MotoGP race this weekend.  I’ll get it all set up to record on the DVR while we’re on our little mini-vacation.”

Then:  “Okay, everything’s ready for our vacation.  I just have to unplug everything.  …  There.”

You may now DUH at me incessantly.

The GP races will be on this afternoon, and I’ll DVR them then and watch them when I get home.  But until then, I don’t want to see spoilers, so I’m gonna duck and cover ‘net-wise to try to safeguard that little cherry.  Tonight, I’ll watch the race, and then tomorrow I’ll indulge in the orgy of contract-signing season.  Which of the rumors and projections were correct?!   Gah, killin’ me over here!

***

The public schools here opened today.  Translation:  “Oh yeah.  There’s all that fucking morning traffic that I’ve been gleefully without for the past three months.”

Boy’s school starts tomorrow, so he has one more day of reprieve over his buddies.  He’ll be plastered in front of the TV, frantically soaking up as much iCarly and Midnight Club:  Los Angeles as he can squeeze into a day.  And I hope he can get a lot of it done.

***

Speakin’ of which, goddamn, whose idea was it to take the vacation the last weekend before school again?  Sleeping until 9am on Sunday and 8am on Monday just in time to start waking my own and Boy’s ass up at 6 and 6:30 again?  Ugh.

More to come on the vacation later.  There may even be pictures.  We’ll see.  Quick version:  It was exhausting, it was fun, and it was just what we needed.  Even if doing it right before school starts may have been a little nutty.

***

So Saturday, after a few mis-starts, we managed to hook up with Marie for an early dinner.

The waiter came over, she asked what beers he had on tap, he named about five options, and bolts of fire shot from her eyes and rendered him down to a smoldering skeleton.  That chick is serious about her beer.

Luckily less serious about her dinner table companionship.  Particularly since I’m, well, me; and since Boy spent most of his time in full practice for 13, particularly emphasizing eye-rolling and “oh my god I am in PUBLIC with my PARENTS.”

Unlike the waiter, all of us survived.  And may even do it again sometime.  That makes three of my blogroll to meet me and live to tell the tale…with #4 coming up in a week and a half.  (Woohoo!)

***

Hey, whattaya know, Vix is back!  Turns out getting laid again unglued her blogging fingers or somethin’.

***

And speaking of back, our tiny student worker is here again.  I just saw her walk down the hall as my boss was chatting with me, and my first thought was “…?  Whose kid is here…?  Oh, hey, she’s back!”

Heh.  I kid, but we’ve had a long succession of student workers in my time here, and she’s personable, intelligent, pleasant, and a good worker.  This is a great thing when you’re dealing with 17-to-22 year-olds.

***

Are you tired of my quick-hits shit yet?  Fuckin’ tough.  As long as I’m cut off from my Twitter twitchiness, you’ll just have to deal.

But enough for now.  WTF is up with everybody?  How was your weekend?

Working for the Weekend

*puts on a vest and headband*

You wanna piece of my heart?
You betta start from the start.
You wanna be in the show?
C’mon and let it…
GO!!!!

*air guitar solo*

It’s Friday, bitches!

More wisdom from Boy

I just tweeted this, but for those of you who don’t follow (or read the sidebar before it scrolls off…)

Yesterday we were sitting at the table, eating breakfast, and I was indulging in my frequent ritual of jovially explaining to Boy one of the many reasons and/or many methods for sloppily ending his life.

Without even looking up from his pancakes, he said, “It’s like you’re a murderer in disguise.”

Dys chuckled as I asked, “Well, is it a good disguise, at least?”

“No.”

Fun to Come

Holy bejeezus, this project at the office has completely redefined “chaos.”  We had a visitor yesterday (from USC, Kim!) and she literally had to turn sideways to get from one place to another, step over piled extension cords in the hallway, the whole nine yards.  My personal office was completely torn to hell for two full days – I’m back in it now, woohoo!, but we still have probably two or three days of hard work to get things more or less back to normal here.  So expect a little more quiet time from me, but not too much more.

In the meantime, guess what I got in the mail yesterday?

Oh yeah, the party is on.  And I’m looking in your direction, Tiff!