tequila

one thing i've noticed since i bought a pair of white bucs a few years ago is that people inevitably make pee-wee herman comparisons. the only similarity is the color of the shoes. if you recall he had these wood soled platform monstrosities. because of this i usually react with a complimentary grin and a few steps from the "tequila" dance number from "pee-wee's big adventure." i don't know if this was planned or if the dj played a cruel joke but the song started only a few minutes after the dance floor opened at the wedding i attended this past weekend. i obligingly started the dance only to notice that the few people on the floor were quickly clearing out. being that i was a "couple" drinks into the evening and love having a dance floor and audience to myself, i continued to perform the two steps involved in the dance. i quickly realized, however, that the dj had no intention of cutting the song short. at this point i knew this was going to get boring for me and everyone else in a hurry if i had to continue the repetitive dance alone for the four-minute entirety of the song. mercifully i persuaded my friend dan out on to the floor. once he got out there we quickly got in synch with each other. it wasn't long before we started performing variations on the step, trying to trip each other up. from there it just turned into nonsense. just look how much fun we're having. thank you, dan. you can be my cowboy curtis anytime.

california!

mustache party!

bathing beauty

hotelroombedshadesandbikinidancing

planes, trains, and automobiles

more precisely it's jet blue, the L, the A, and a hyundai. that's luxury, baby. anyway, i'm off to california. there is a major drought of awesome and they're bringing in the big guns. the bag of mustaches should help.

robots are our future

everyone knows the future will be full of robots. from rosie in "the jetsons" to bishop in "aliens," we have seen how robots can help or harm us. i recently saw a variation on this argument through music videos. check out the videos for daft punk's "technologic" (directed by daft punk) and bjork's "all is full of love" (directed by chris cunningham) and decide which robots you want in your future.

personally i'd like all robots to look like thomas bangalter.

i'm sorry, saturday

i'd like to start off by apologizing to you, saturday. i neglected you last week. you've always been there for me and last week i just dismissed you. i couldn't have been more rude if i had spit in your face. i want to admit right now that i was, in fact, with another woman last week. i couldn't help myself. her name is carmen and her tutti-frutti technicolor hat was too tempting. but, i'm over her now. it was a one time thing. it was simply an audio-visual attraction. it's over. please don't let this come between us. i think we're really good together, with your 24 hours of free time and my ability to rock throughout them. i hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. i need you, baby.

digital, dance, love

i love to rock! tonight i'm jamming with my yamaha pss-470 keyboard (above) and yamaha fg-470s acoustic guitar. (weird. i had no idea they were in the same series.) since i don't really know how to play anything i play notes until i'm reminded of a tune. for instance i figured out the tune for "i'm so lonesome i could cry" by hank williams on the guitar after plucking high e and a couple g's and "frere jacques" on the keyboard when i got the c-d-e-c motive. the keyboard also has a bitchin' synth-beat control with polka beats, disco beats, and rock beats. this is where the fun kicks in. i like to crank the beats while i tickle the keys. usually i come up with something catchy and play it over and over. tonight i produced this daft punk-style number and wrote a few lyrics about dancing and kissing on the dance floor. it's pretty killer. if i can flesh it out i'll take the gear down to capone's for open-mic night. so watch out. it's gonna be digitally awesome.

bringing the party

my roommate, D.J., is leaving for the city of san diego today. awaiting him are luscious babes and hot parties on the beach. i myself am going to california next weekend. what awaits me is the red roof inn at the ontario, ca airport. i know what you're thinking, "isn't ontario in canada?" i thought the same thing until i received the one thing that makes you go to such a place...a wedding invitation. as i'm writing this i realize where three weddings this summer will take me: iowa city, ia; guasti, ca; and andover, nj. i'm spending a butt load of money to go to these places too. these must be the greastest people in the world. i must really love these people. and i do love them but, really, couldn't they get married someplace a little more fun. i know i'll have a good time, an awesome time, but it will take a lot of effort. i know these people, they are my friends. and most of them don't like to get "crazy," like some people. (i'm looking at you b-neck.) this is where the effort comes in, because if the people around you aren't ready to "party hardy" then ultimately the party dude, me, simply becomes a spectacle to behold, not the instigator of fun times. you really need the supporting cast. it's like an inverted pyramid. the whole party gets into it only after the small group of people really put a charge into the party. but the whole thing is resting on the singularity of the party dude.

look out ontario, ca, where ever you are. you're about to get hit by a party typhoon. a party typhoon named r. boddington manchester.

saturday night's alright...for doin' it

another saturday, another birthday. this time however there were less mustaches and less car bombs but equal parts short-shorts. the afternoon included bread smashing, tandem bikes, and fish corpses. (if you ever get into a fight with a loaf of bread i suggest squeezing it from both ends. otherwise the loaf will continue to rise against your blows like an inflated punching doll.) after we were considerably inebriated russel decided the two of us needed to fight. unfortunately for me my sneakers got the worst of it. unfortunately for him he took a shot to the balls. afterwards i left and returned in said short-shorts. at "zabloski's" the sidewalk was full of scooters and the bar was full of pastel wife-beaters. i left the bar after several toasts to daniel and one ill-advised marlboro red. i made my way over to "union pool" and proceded to get myself thrown out. walking home, i stopped at "royal oak" and hit the dance floor. on the parquet i met a PYT and we danced the night away. together she and i staggered home through drunk bums in the park and drunk pols in the streets. once we arrived at the "gentlemen's lounge" i put on t. rex's self-titled release and proceded to "get it on." halfway through the album "the slider" starts and i realize, "i'm fucking to t. rex!" a dream has been fulfilled. when i woke up last sunday i thought i just had the best saturday ever. seven days later i was thinkin' the same thing. look out saturday, here i come.

weblog doesn't recognize itself

in by last post i used the interface's spell check feature to make sure i spelled "inebriated" correctly. in checking the entire post the program stopped at all instances of the word "blog." odd that a weblog spelling dictionary doesn't contain it's own name.

drunk 'bloging

i'm here to apologize to all who may have been affected by my recent actions. i have fallen into the new and uniquely internet-based affliction known as drunk 'bloging. it's sad. not only is communication when extremely inebriated pathetic in a telephonic medium but drunk 'bloging raises the bar by insinuating that one doesn't have anyone to call. so i'm going to pull myself onto the wagon and stop this behavior immediately. or at least until i get home from the bar tonight.

(not a.l. webber's) cats

inspired by sara* and her "adorable" posting i've decided to let everyone know about a site i mentioned first in a comment to her weblog. the site is InfiniteCat. it's simply pictures of cats staring at screenshots of cats. i like the images of these cats absolutly mesmorized by pictures of cats. as if they are confused how these cats got inside the computers. and it's really addicting to start at a more recent posting and choose the "previous cat" so you get further into the image as you go back. i also like the ads below the pictures for what i guess are litterboxes shaped like everything from football stadiums to egyptian pyramids. i don't even like cats and i find this amusing.

party dudes!

maybe i'm a little biased but i have to say my roommate, dignan james, left, and i are just about the biggest party dudes in the northside. not only was i partying so hard saturday night that i was hosed down by the bartender at "the pub," but i was also asked to put a shirt on at "union pool." the whole time dignan is pumping his fist and pourin' beer on his face beside me. damnit! we rock!

war of the worlds

not being employed has its benefits: no alarm clocks, no schedule, no pants. it also allows me to watch a movie while i eat lunch. usually i'll pick one from my library but since it isn't that big i've seen all the films a number of times. so today i went to the web for entertainment. inspired by the last film in my collection, "citizen kane," i searched for welles' famous radio broadcast of "war of the worlds." it's really good. from the beginning welles states that the following is a production by his mercury theater but through a series of "break-in" news bulletins and "format" changes, welles quickly confuses the listener as to the ficticious nature of the radio show. from there the production increases the tension until the climax of the attack on new york city. then the show stops for station and broadcast identification. welles clearly knew the impact this production would have for him to stop and remind everyone that the story is fiction. from there the show returns to what i guess is classic radio-play format. in one of my favorite moves welles finishes the broadcast by announcing the show was a halloween prank. i can picture him in front of the microphone then, flashing that famous grin we see in "the third man" eleven years later. other productions by orson welles include these films: "citizen kane", "touch of evil", "the trial", "lady from shanghai", "the magnificent ambersons", and "the stranger." they are all quite enjoyable.