11 Hours

Shopping for friends is always fun. Especially when it's done in the upstairs section of the local, small time, cinematic emporium. The kind of place where the 1st floor is full of new releases and the 2nd floor is the home of the kind of entertainment that's typically produced in the San Fernando Valley. Titles like "Bangkok Butt Bangers" notwithstanding.

Searching thru the 100's, make that 1000's of titles available, Mike and I hardly know where to start looking for a belated B-day gift for the big man. Keyword. Asian. Which means we can skip the whole South Central Crack Ho's series and the midget porn which I find particulalry fascinating. Not to menton the fat people porn which piques my curiosity.

After half an hour Mike comes up with 2 compilations. 11 hours. What a thoughtful gift. Everyone should have a cousin like that. Typically my cousin gets me a Target gift card. Or some kinda shit like that. My extended family is big on gift cards that usually get passed on to Moms.

Delivery of the gift is done at the local West LA temple where they're getting everything ready for this weekends Obon celebration. Since he's surrounded by friends and GIRLS the transfer is made discreetly after calling him to the side and after a very quick peek he wisely sticks his gift in the car.

Line of the night. After kicking it with a few old friends (including a few of the aforementioned girls) as we leave he thanks us. "Thanks for the glove guys". Classic. Maybe he means the glove he's going to have to wear after his 11 hours of viewing pleasure.

Link of the day. It reminds me of the dvd and video cases from the Odyssey. After seeing these specimens I'm pretty glad I'm off the stripper circuit.

Pimping Ain't Easy

If you look down yonder to the lower right sidebar and you're really observant you'll see that I started throwing up links.

The Giant Robot link is pretty self explanatory. Family is family and the same goes for the GR Softball link. The rest is some of my favorite poker related content. 6togo is my favorite entertainment related site, Yumyumcha is a rock star, and Carson Football Stats is the home of Hap and Nate.

I should dedicate that last win to Mike. Without Mike running out of play $$$ reloads I wouldn't have been bored enough to hop onto my $$$ account and play the $100 + 10 sit and go tourney.

More link shit to come.

Oh Yeah

My New Celphone Wallpaper

I dunno what you'd call this look but it cracks me up everytime. I'm easily amused.

Sight Of The Day

A certain someone emerged from her vehicle wearing nothing more then her bikini. This was taken after I encouraged her to cover up the bottoms so she wouldn't scare the old ladys in the store. My solicitation of a boob closeup was refused.

Sometimes we get in a good one. This made my homeboy spit up his water.

Rude Saudi Man ~ $4.50 for cigarettes. That's too much. How about $4.00?

Rude Japanese Cashier ~ Well why don't you go to your fucking brother's 7-11 then asshole?

No cigarettes for him. Dick

And The Beat Goes On

Somewhere along the line a season that started out full of promise got derailed like a train wreck. Somebody remind me that you can lose and have fun. It hasn't settled in yet.

My Homegirl the Troll

Everytime I see her the resemblance floors me. Now tell me I'm fucking wrong. Nope. I didn't think so.

End Of the Road

Tomorrow marks the end of our 3rd softball season. It's a bittersweet thing. I love my team but I hate losing. I can't wait til next season for a chance to start with a clean slate.

This season has been particularly disappointing for me in regards to my own play. After a hot start I fizzled after long bouts of inactivity. 2 word summary. I sucked.

Recap tomorrow

EDIT: Yes I know this post sucks. Coming soon:

My adventures in semi-pro poker

The fuckers who wanted to rob me at Subway

Playing softball with no cleats and striking out

Shit I bought with my recent windfall

Happy 4th

I remember when the 4th of July meant hot dogs and hamburgers, playing pickup basketball with the Cousins, firework shows, and whatever elicit fireworks my older relatives managed to procure. Sparklers, Snakes (I loved the smell and the mess), and Flowers were my particular favorites. Mostly because those were the only things I was allowed to light myself. All the cool stuff like Fountains and Roman Candles were lit by the big people.

When I was 12 I brought my own goodies to the family gathering. M-80's and bottlerockets, purchased from an enterprising friend who did his firework shopping in Tiajuana. The bottlerockets being shot at passing cars from my Uncle's cul de sac, aimed at rooftops, and my Cousin's cat did not go over well. M-80s? I think everyone on the block noticed. My participation in the family firework show was severely restricted following that.

This year with the kids around I splurged a lil bit. $160 bucks worth of goodies. But I get to light them.

Have a Happy 4th.