My stop.
Friday, February 15, 2008
You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?
It's cell phone pic Friday!
My stop.
My stop.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Thus with a kiss I die.
RIP HD DVD
Blu-Ray won the war. It was like when the VCR beat out the Betamax machine. Time to wait for the HD DVD's to hit rock bottom prices and scoop them up. For Xmas I just got the HDDVD player by Microsoft so fuck blu-ray (for now).
Blu-Ray won the war. It was like when the VCR beat out the Betamax machine. Time to wait for the HD DVD's to hit rock bottom prices and scoop them up. For Xmas I just got the HDDVD player by Microsoft so fuck blu-ray (for now).
Fuck Valentine's day. Everyone should just punch each other in the face today.
Stupid secretary wench is running around giggling giving out little candies and dressed in red. This ain't a fucking holiday you piece of trash and no one will ever marry you cuz you are a piece of filth. FILTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugly swine who pretends to be popular.
Monday, February 11, 2008
I will dip my ladle in your vichyssoise
Me and the lady did our Vday dinner last night. She knows I loathe vday and also knows she gets nothing out of it so I always like to make up for it a bit with an expensive dinner night.
La Sevilla is a restaurant that we've gone to many, many times. It's one of the best restaurant's I'll ever go to in my lifetime. The food tastes so good I imagine myself actually in Spain while I'm eating it. The Paella is off the charts and always, always fresh. The stuffed mushrooms stuffed with succulent crabmeat make me pee a little bit when I bite into them and the custard Flan for dessert is perfect. Above all is the Red Sangria. The first time I tasted this wonderful conocoction from Sevilla I vowed to name my first born after it's name. "Sangria" was to be my first child and nothing could have talked me out if it (except for my wife). But that's how good it is. I never tasted Sangria as good as this one and I've tried a lot of Sangria to attest to that.
(picture of empty pitcher)
For dessert we went to DIP which is a fondue loungue. It was nice. It's dark and smells like ass but that's because of the cheese fondue they serve. Some things you just can't avoid. The chocolate fondue was Aces, came with brownies, krispy treats, pretzels, bananas, strawberries, and marshmellows. When I dip you dip we dip.
Then we went home and made angry tiger love all night.
The end.
La Sevilla is a restaurant that we've gone to many, many times. It's one of the best restaurant's I'll ever go to in my lifetime. The food tastes so good I imagine myself actually in Spain while I'm eating it. The Paella is off the charts and always, always fresh. The stuffed mushrooms stuffed with succulent crabmeat make me pee a little bit when I bite into them and the custard Flan for dessert is perfect. Above all is the Red Sangria. The first time I tasted this wonderful conocoction from Sevilla I vowed to name my first born after it's name. "Sangria" was to be my first child and nothing could have talked me out if it (except for my wife). But that's how good it is. I never tasted Sangria as good as this one and I've tried a lot of Sangria to attest to that.
(picture of empty pitcher)
For dessert we went to DIP which is a fondue loungue. It was nice. It's dark and smells like ass but that's because of the cheese fondue they serve. Some things you just can't avoid. The chocolate fondue was Aces, came with brownies, krispy treats, pretzels, bananas, strawberries, and marshmellows. When I dip you dip we dip.
Then we went home and made angry tiger love all night.
The end.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Who's your motherfucker, Jerry?
I'm starting an EBAY enterprise. I'm sick and tired of watching my uncle make 10K a year selling horseshit. Old toys, figurines, baseball memorabilia, etc. Whatever I got that I don't want is going on EBAY. Times is hard on the boulevard.
Gas is high. Milk is high. OJ is high. (orange juice)
I went on a diet for Lent. Don't know what kind of diet or how but I will be on one. Only God will know. I was going to give up alcohol but that's just not realistic.
1.5 BILLION people rode the NYC subways last year!
Fuck that's more than most countries population. It's both awesome and annoying.
People watching on the train (this a.m):
Guy, mid 40's, glasses and bald, blue puffy coat, green turtleneck, brown cords, brown socks, leather mandals. Readin Star Wars book from the Public Library. Sitting next to his wife who was not attractive and large. She gets off at Broad St., he leans in and kisses her then completes the goodbye with a wave as the train pulls out. Immediately after that he rolls his eye, puts the book away and takes out a dirty magazine.
Gas is high. Milk is high. OJ is high. (orange juice)
I went on a diet for Lent. Don't know what kind of diet or how but I will be on one. Only God will know. I was going to give up alcohol but that's just not realistic.
1.5 BILLION people rode the NYC subways last year!
Fuck that's more than most countries population. It's both awesome and annoying.
People watching on the train (this a.m):
Guy, mid 40's, glasses and bald, blue puffy coat, green turtleneck, brown cords, brown socks, leather mandals. Readin Star Wars book from the Public Library. Sitting next to his wife who was not attractive and large. She gets off at Broad St., he leans in and kisses her then completes the goodbye with a wave as the train pulls out. Immediately after that he rolls his eye, puts the book away and takes out a dirty magazine.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Giants 17, Patriots 14
The most beautifullest sports moment in my life. 8 grown men, jumping up and down in a modest middle class home in Brooklyn. Screaming. Yelling. Overjoyed.
It's the reason why we watch sports. It's the reason why we follow the team all year long. From draft day to the last game of the year.
I ran through the streets of Brooklyn holding my ELI MANNING jersey with no sneakers on.
We popped Champagne.
My 6 month old daughter wore the same Giant pijama's since the Buc game so now, they will be framed and hung on her wall. I may even consider going to a Giant autograph session and get them signed. Yes, it's that serious.
My voice, my heart, my eyes, my legs are all weary. But a good weary. I didn't mind giving up the 4 years off my life to witness this game.
The Catch II.
Big bro slapping his hands together, screaming gives me goosebumps for some reason.
Our fallen All Star TE, shattered leg an all crying in the locker room with the boys. The boys he loves.
Coach Coughlin finally getting some due...always was considered a very good coach but what he did with this team was remarkable. Spags too, as hot as an assistant in recent memory I hope he stays on board.
Elisha Norman Manning. A tremendous performance, he will forever be enshrined in NY lore. And let me tell you guys something. That's a hell of a place to be. This kid has taken so much shit since draft day and know he gets to wave around a jewel studded ring for eternity. Just a fantastic story.
I'll remember this for as long as I live. I can type forever about this game
.Wiki's coverage of Super Bowl 42
I haven't found a youtube vid to link yet....
It's the reason why we watch sports. It's the reason why we follow the team all year long. From draft day to the last game of the year.
I ran through the streets of Brooklyn holding my ELI MANNING jersey with no sneakers on.
We popped Champagne.
My 6 month old daughter wore the same Giant pijama's since the Buc game so now, they will be framed and hung on her wall. I may even consider going to a Giant autograph session and get them signed. Yes, it's that serious.
My voice, my heart, my eyes, my legs are all weary. But a good weary. I didn't mind giving up the 4 years off my life to witness this game.
The Catch II.
Big bro slapping his hands together, screaming gives me goosebumps for some reason.
Our fallen All Star TE, shattered leg an all crying in the locker room with the boys. The boys he loves.
Coach Coughlin finally getting some due...always was considered a very good coach but what he did with this team was remarkable. Spags too, as hot as an assistant in recent memory I hope he stays on board.
Elisha Norman Manning. A tremendous performance, he will forever be enshrined in NY lore. And let me tell you guys something. That's a hell of a place to be. This kid has taken so much shit since draft day and know he gets to wave around a jewel studded ring for eternity. Just a fantastic story.
I'll remember this for as long as I live. I can type forever about this game
.Wiki's coverage of Super Bowl 42
I haven't found a youtube vid to link yet....
Friday, February 01, 2008
I'm a winner. I'm going to win.
Super Bowl Sunday is truly an American Holiday. I hope everyone enjoys it.
I know I will, my fucking team is in it BABY!
Here is a write up I did on the game over at LOV today:
In a year that my team makes the Super Bowl, they have to go up against a team that hasn't lost a meaningful game in a little over a year. It was a very bitter loss, too. One that probably fueled them heading into this season to dominate. And dominate they did. 16-0 regular season, with two post season wins at home making it to 18-0. One more win, and they will be known as the greatest football team in the history of the game.
And the only thing that stands in their way is my team. The New York Football Giants. A team I have been rooting for since birth. A team with great history and pride. Wonderful owners, tremendous class of hall of famers, alumni, and coaches. A team that has set it's own record this year, a record of 10 straight road games. A team that has clawed it's way to the Super Bowl by winning 3 games on the road. A team that has gone through both the #1 and the #2 seeds in their conference. A team that started the year 0-2. A team that has peaked at the right time.
Now most of you say they don't belong. I pose this one question to you if you think that.
If the other team wasn't going for the 19-0 record, would you still be picking against the Giants this Sunday? If your answer is yes then there is no hope for you. The Giants are playing the best football than any other team right now, other than those Patriots. And in the end, isn't that what it's all about? You hear all the time about how teams "get hot" at the right time. Your 2007 Rockies, Blue. Somebody's 2006 Steelers. There is an example just about every year in sports. This year it's the 2007 New York Giants.
They can run the ball at will. The secondary is playing like they are on fire. The front seven led the league in sacks. They finally found a return game. They have a confident kicker. The best punter. A winning coach. A hot assitant coach. Veteran leadership. Outstanding rookies. And of course a budding star QB. I can go on here is the point.
Giants win by the score of 30-28, and history is changed.
MENU
Wings
Chilli
Kilebasa
Cheesesteaks
Mini Italian sandwhiches
Beer comes standard with the above.
I know I will, my fucking team is in it BABY!
Here is a write up I did on the game over at LOV today:
In a year that my team makes the Super Bowl, they have to go up against a team that hasn't lost a meaningful game in a little over a year. It was a very bitter loss, too. One that probably fueled them heading into this season to dominate. And dominate they did. 16-0 regular season, with two post season wins at home making it to 18-0. One more win, and they will be known as the greatest football team in the history of the game.
And the only thing that stands in their way is my team. The New York Football Giants. A team I have been rooting for since birth. A team with great history and pride. Wonderful owners, tremendous class of hall of famers, alumni, and coaches. A team that has set it's own record this year, a record of 10 straight road games. A team that has clawed it's way to the Super Bowl by winning 3 games on the road. A team that has gone through both the #1 and the #2 seeds in their conference. A team that started the year 0-2. A team that has peaked at the right time.
Now most of you say they don't belong. I pose this one question to you if you think that.
If the other team wasn't going for the 19-0 record, would you still be picking against the Giants this Sunday? If your answer is yes then there is no hope for you. The Giants are playing the best football than any other team right now, other than those Patriots. And in the end, isn't that what it's all about? You hear all the time about how teams "get hot" at the right time. Your 2007 Rockies, Blue. Somebody's 2006 Steelers. There is an example just about every year in sports. This year it's the 2007 New York Giants.
They can run the ball at will. The secondary is playing like they are on fire. The front seven led the league in sacks. They finally found a return game. They have a confident kicker. The best punter. A winning coach. A hot assitant coach. Veteran leadership. Outstanding rookies. And of course a budding star QB. I can go on here is the point.
Giants win by the score of 30-28, and history is changed.
MENU
Wings
Chilli
Kilebasa
Cheesesteaks
Mini Italian sandwhiches
Beer comes standard with the above.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Who's the fellow owns this shithole?
Work has been atrocious lately. Fucking boss has been a disease.
He's like that shit'n diseases that comes out of Michael Clarke Duncan's mouth in The Green Mile.
This economy is very volatile. Scale back the 401K's for a couple of months. Take the cash.
Shit is taking hits. Unless you guys play the the short side of this whole mortgage crisis.
I'd buy Euro funds or metal funds if avaialble. A nice stable fund or a Dodge and Cox Income fund is solid too.
To my Philly readers, a big how ya doin! Mets sign Santana. Enjoy that for the next 7 years!
I'd tease the Braves fans too but they don't exist.
The Backyardigans are awesome.
He's like that shit'n diseases that comes out of Michael Clarke Duncan's mouth in The Green Mile.
This economy is very volatile. Scale back the 401K's for a couple of months. Take the cash.
Shit is taking hits. Unless you guys play the the short side of this whole mortgage crisis.
I'd buy Euro funds or metal funds if avaialble. A nice stable fund or a Dodge and Cox Income fund is solid too.
To my Philly readers, a big how ya doin! Mets sign Santana. Enjoy that for the next 7 years!
I'd tease the Braves fans too but they don't exist.
The Backyardigans are awesome.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Women weaken legs!
I think I'm gonna start a cell-phone photo blog.
Or just post some pics on this one. I don't know. Whatever I feel like.
Anyway it's Friday and I just wanna stomp the Gollum's guts out. He's a fucking annoying piece of Euro trash and I don't know how much longer I can stomach him. This is the little prick. In this picture he is eating raw garlic. Fucker.
I just realized I am going to have to do a "Best Candy" post sometime soon. I forget how good Rolo's are.
Can you believe fucking Rambo is out today. No they aren't re-realeasing the original one. Stallone shot a new Rambo. Incredible.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Starting tonight... people will die. I'm a man of my word.
Since you guys know i'm a big movie fan I figured I'd mention this Heath Ledger death today. Looks like a drug overdose of some kind. Not sure if it's suicide or what. Seems like all actors battle personal demons when delving into their movie roles. Heath had mentioned his latest role as "The Joker" in the new "Dark Knight" movie due out in July. It's the second installment to the new and improved Batman series (which i just fucking LOVE). Anyway he used words like disturbed and how he lost sleep, his mind was racing. I guess I don't truly understand what it takes to be an actor. I would think it would be cool to play such a great character. Either way I'll give you some movies he was in (or one's I enjoyed), other than Brokeback Mountain which I did not see believe it or not......
The Patriot - he played Mel Gibson's son
A Knights Tale - not a bad movie, he playes the lead role Sir William Thatcher
Monster's Ball - I think he played a guard at the jail, i think....for some reason i can't get the Billy Bob/Halle Berry sex scene out of my mind. Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Brothers Grimm - Along with Matt Damon, I didn't really like this movie too much but it wasn't Heath's fault.
Dark Knight - Cannot wait for this one. Heath nailed the role. Well from the looks of the pic I'd say he nailed the role. THE JOKER
Monday, January 21, 2008
SUPER BOWL BOUND
Elisha Manning detractors be gone. The kid brought his team to the Super Bowl.
85 throwing attempts, 0 interceptions...only playoff QB without a INT. That's Super.
10 straight road games, 3 of them in hostile playoff conditions. The Giants are rolling, rolling, rolling. Problem is the team that is rolling just a bit more is the mighty Patriots. They must go down.
THE GIANTS ARE IN THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today's mission is to convice my wife to fly down to Arizona and take in this game live at a downtown Pheonix bar.
What an awesome run. I couldn't be prouder to be a Giants fan today. I'm downright giddy.
85 throwing attempts, 0 interceptions...only playoff QB without a INT. That's Super.
10 straight road games, 3 of them in hostile playoff conditions. The Giants are rolling, rolling, rolling. Problem is the team that is rolling just a bit more is the mighty Patriots. They must go down.
THE GIANTS ARE IN THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today's mission is to convice my wife to fly down to Arizona and take in this game live at a downtown Pheonix bar.
What an awesome run. I couldn't be prouder to be a Giants fan today. I'm downright giddy.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Well, I'll be damned.
I got a vicious disease from the N train, been home the last three days. Blows.
Stay with me, i'll update the blog shortly.
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by one eye-talian, angry motherfucker looking to exact revenge on the gook that coughed on my neck last thursday evening on the N train. You've been warned.
Stay with me, i'll update the blog shortly.
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by one eye-talian, angry motherfucker looking to exact revenge on the gook that coughed on my neck last thursday evening on the N train. You've been warned.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Pay that man his money
Couple of thoughts on AC
1. You know the roulette "dealer" or the one who spins the tiny white ball of misery? You think they work or personalize there "wave"? You know the wave I'm talking about. The one where they imply no more bets as the ball finishes it's last lap or two. I thought that if I were in that position I would most certaintly have a wave that would be a crowd pleaser. I was thinking it would resemble a Nazi quick strike karate chop in the air. Or maybe a soft hand over hand double wave. Or maybe something with some spunk like a wave with spirit fingers.
2. White trash is everywhere. You can't run, you can't hide. White trash people with money is a dangerous concoction. Playing $25 a hand on blackjack while wearing a backwards trucking hat, drunk, and missing a couple of teeth doesnt exactly scream class. Oh and the fat wife hangin on your shoulder smelling like $2 blackberry brandy rooting you on is a nice touch.
3. Lot's of hoes. Something about AC that makes women dress like streetwalkers. Explains why some of the rooms (espeacially the complimentary ones) reek of BDUSSY (translation: Booty, Dick & Pussy).
4. Still think table games are the way to go. Slots, I just don't think will ever consistently pay out to keep you going. Neither will tables but if you get some cards or hit a number or two you can manage.
I play Texas Hold Em', Three Card Poker, Blackjack, and Roulette.
Stayed at the Tropicana, with a jaunt over to Ceasars which is my personal favorite place.
AC for me is always good times. I'm a terrible degenerate gambler. I just like the thrill of possibly winning money that I don't have. Something about having the balance of money on the line for something that you think you might have control over. It's a weird pshycology.
Anyway Giants beat the Cowboys so all is right with the world. If they win at Green Bay I'm so going to Arizona for the game. Believe.
T.O crying like a bitch was a spectacular sight. I will remember that for a long time.
For those of you living outside the northeast and don't know what AC is:
A.C.
And they are building alot more casinos........
1. You know the roulette "dealer" or the one who spins the tiny white ball of misery? You think they work or personalize there "wave"? You know the wave I'm talking about. The one where they imply no more bets as the ball finishes it's last lap or two. I thought that if I were in that position I would most certaintly have a wave that would be a crowd pleaser. I was thinking it would resemble a Nazi quick strike karate chop in the air. Or maybe a soft hand over hand double wave. Or maybe something with some spunk like a wave with spirit fingers.
2. White trash is everywhere. You can't run, you can't hide. White trash people with money is a dangerous concoction. Playing $25 a hand on blackjack while wearing a backwards trucking hat, drunk, and missing a couple of teeth doesnt exactly scream class. Oh and the fat wife hangin on your shoulder smelling like $2 blackberry brandy rooting you on is a nice touch.
3. Lot's of hoes. Something about AC that makes women dress like streetwalkers. Explains why some of the rooms (espeacially the complimentary ones) reek of BDUSSY (translation: Booty, Dick & Pussy).
4. Still think table games are the way to go. Slots, I just don't think will ever consistently pay out to keep you going. Neither will tables but if you get some cards or hit a number or two you can manage.
I play Texas Hold Em', Three Card Poker, Blackjack, and Roulette.
Stayed at the Tropicana, with a jaunt over to Ceasars which is my personal favorite place.
AC for me is always good times. I'm a terrible degenerate gambler. I just like the thrill of possibly winning money that I don't have. Something about having the balance of money on the line for something that you think you might have control over. It's a weird pshycology.
Anyway Giants beat the Cowboys so all is right with the world. If they win at Green Bay I'm so going to Arizona for the game. Believe.
T.O crying like a bitch was a spectacular sight. I will remember that for a long time.
For those of you living outside the northeast and don't know what AC is:
A.C.
And they are building alot more casinos........
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Every man dies, not every man really lives
"Ninety-nine percent of the failures come from people who have the habit of making excuses."
- George Washington
What a man. What a great, great man.
Guys ever wander off on Wikipedia and just re-learn all the shit we are supposed to know from our schooling? It's quite refreshing. Try it.
Gold might hit $900 an ounce, that's sick.
- George Washington
What a man. What a great, great man.
Guys ever wander off on Wikipedia and just re-learn all the shit we are supposed to know from our schooling? It's quite refreshing. Try it.
Gold might hit $900 an ounce, that's sick.
Guys that wear dress shirts with thier initials on them are superdouches.
Alternative energy companies are all the rage in 2008. If you want to make money off them track these companies.
Zoltek makes carbon filter used in wind turbines. GE is always solid. The wind turbine business is growing by the billions. Verasun (VSE) and Pacific Ethanol (PEIX) are dirt cheap and could see some legislature backing. Keep your eye on them. Orion (OESX) manages power demand and Itron (ITRI) makes these smart readers that are similar to electric meters on houses. Cosan (CZZ) is up 10% since the NYSE debut of it's ehtanol producing company.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Yippee.
Atlantic City this weekend. Pumped.
This Cloverfield movie is garnering a ton of buzz. Blowing up NYC must be fuun for these Hollywood producers. Christ be more creative, I understand visually it's a tremendous picture but it just gets tired.
I'm sleepy.
Yesterday's movie quote was Al Pacino in A Scent of A Woman.
Ooooooooo-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.
Monday, January 07, 2008
When in doubt... fuck
I want ribs, but from like memphis or kansas. Which state is more prominent for the ribs?
I make some good ribs. I don't know if they are as good as Memphis ribs but I try.
I dont know what makes them so speacial but I'd like too.
Texas makes good brisket I hear. I can dig that.
A superflu sounds bad.
"How was your weekend"
"Too short"
hahahahahhahhaa
no. not funny. die.
I may or may not write a book on office talk.
No serious.
I heard Hillary's is bigger than Bill's.
She really makes me sick. Call me sexist but yesterday she proved why no women can be elected president. Fucking crying cuz running a campaign is TOO HARD. STFU.
Hollywood is more concerned about the Golden Globes and the Oscars than they are about the writers themselves. Oh no I won't be able to wear $5,000 worth of shit and pose for pictures if they don't strike a deal!!!! Humps.
I make some good ribs. I don't know if they are as good as Memphis ribs but I try.
I dont know what makes them so speacial but I'd like too.
Texas makes good brisket I hear. I can dig that.
A superflu sounds bad.
"How was your weekend"
"Too short"
hahahahahhahhaa
no. not funny. die.
I may or may not write a book on office talk.
No serious.
I heard Hillary's is bigger than Bill's.
She really makes me sick. Call me sexist but yesterday she proved why no women can be elected president. Fucking crying cuz running a campaign is TOO HARD. STFU.
Hollywood is more concerned about the Golden Globes and the Oscars than they are about the writers themselves. Oh no I won't be able to wear $5,000 worth of shit and pose for pictures if they don't strike a deal!!!! Humps.
The Holland Tunnel blows.
I wish.... you had..... more time
You guys are lucky. I'm going to post more.
See despite what some of you might think I am busy at work most of the day.
But I found a way to blog and not miss out on too much TPS (Office Space ref).
Open the blogger, click NEW POST.
Any thoughts throughout the day get jotted down on the blank new post canvas and voila!
A POST is born.
So whatever shit that I think of throughout the day that pops in my head, you'll know about it.
Long winded and compounded posts that require more thought, research and spell check are no longer welcome. Unless one day I feel like a Hemmingway.
Also I never use spell check so if it's wrong I dont care.
Also I usually dont re-read the posts so that goes for grammatical errors as well.
Paint me a rebel I just love free-form writing.
Til tomorrow!
P.S. - every title this entire year will be a movie reference, if you know it feel free to guess so in the comments if you dont give a fuck ce' la ve.
P.S.S i dont know what ce' la ve means, just felt right.
See despite what some of you might think I am busy at work most of the day.
But I found a way to blog and not miss out on too much TPS (Office Space ref).
Open the blogger, click NEW POST.
Any thoughts throughout the day get jotted down on the blank new post canvas and voila!
A POST is born.
So whatever shit that I think of throughout the day that pops in my head, you'll know about it.
Long winded and compounded posts that require more thought, research and spell check are no longer welcome. Unless one day I feel like a Hemmingway.
Also I never use spell check so if it's wrong I dont care.
Also I usually dont re-read the posts so that goes for grammatical errors as well.
Paint me a rebel I just love free-form writing.
Til tomorrow!
P.S. - every title this entire year will be a movie reference, if you know it feel free to guess so in the comments if you dont give a fuck ce' la ve.
P.S.S i dont know what ce' la ve means, just felt right.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Happy New Year
Just don't tell the Chinese that. They follow a different calendar and it's not New Years for them. Go figure.
The birth of my beautiful baby girl
Now some of my best moments caught on camera.
Shea hey, beers before the game is always key.
Chi-town was a blast
Best hero in brooklyn
Lasik, wise choice
The birth of my beautiful baby girl
Thursday, December 27, 2007
MMMKKKKAAAY
Priests brawl at Bethlehem birthplace of Jesus...
the world is fucked
in other news if my NY football Giants beat New England on Saturday night expect a italian brooklyn man to be on the next am newscast running around Boston with no pants on, peeing on all corners
the world is fucked
in other news if my NY football Giants beat New England on Saturday night expect a italian brooklyn man to be on the next am newscast running around Boston with no pants on, peeing on all corners
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas
Let me just say to everyone have a healthy and meerrryyy Christmas.
To rub in my italian heritage I give you tonights menu.
tonight's menu sponsored by guido's
antipasto
crab legs in a fish marinara sauce
cold seafood salad
scungilli
baked clams
stuffed squid
lobster tails
filet mignon
rice balls
shrimp scampi
calzones
Thursday, December 13, 2007
EL Pad's NYC Good Times Post
2007 NYC Holiday Tourist Guide
A couple of tips:
If your going to use the subway, and you should, buy a subway map or print one from the MTA site. Trust me it can get very confusing for a newbie and you don't want to end up in any of the wrong parts of any borough. Unless you like to urinate on yourself.
Brings me to point #2. Seriously for as big as NYC is, crime is ridiculously low. Don't believe the stereotypes, this is not 1992. Outside of that homeless man who carved up that Texas kid last year there have been zero serious crimes. Just be smart, obviously the pick pocket guys are out this time of year so inside pocket with a zipper is like a fire safe and ladies wear the handbags under your arm. Snatch and runs are too easy and the crowds are RETARDED, you'll never chase them down.
Point #3, Crowds are retarded. Serious. You can hide an elephant on 5th ave. during this time of year. Keep a nice pace, I understand your sight seeing but try not to get trampled. We move at a very quick pace.
Point #4, you will see homeless people. If they scare you don't show it, cuz they smell fear and will make the most of it (chase you around, yell, growl, etc). You can patronage them if you wish, chances are your contributing to a liter of vodka. Your call.
Point #5, is obvious. Get some information from your hotel concierge about restaurant discounts, nightclub passes, tourist coupons, etc. NYC can get expensive.
Point #6, taxi's drive like lunatics. That's just the way it is, hail it (stand 2 yards into the street and raise your hand), hop in and pray.
Now some hotspots, must-do's and good times.
Visit Rockefeller Center. If you don't this time of year why did you bother? The tree is phenominal as usual and check out the observation deck on the TOP of THE ROCK. The surronding area is pretty cool too. Check out the SAKS 5th Avenue windows (for the ladies) then look up and check out the illuminated Snowflake Symphony on the acutal building. Right across the street is St. Paticks Cathedral. If your catholic get in there and talk to the big fella. It's quite a church. Stores surrond the area, everything from Coach to Sharper Image. The Rock Cafe below is a cool lunch, get a window seat to watch people bust they ass on the ice rink and get the crabcakes. They are phenominal.
Shop 5th Ave. Any and every major store in the world in on 5th ave. Stretches from 42nd street down to Central Park. Just heed my fourth point. No really. There are a ton of people.
Central Park. Oasis. If your trying to be romantic do the horse and buggy thing but bring a mask. Smells like horseshit if you ask me. Wolman Rink > Rockfeller Ice Rink. Wolman Rink is in central park. Skate there instead of Rockefeller Center.
The museums are awesome if that's your thing. The Hayden Planetarium is cool and the Museum of Natural History is something else.
Pizza = Di Fara's, Original Ray's Pizza (Prince St. location), Lombardi's (coal oven), Patsys (all locations) and Una Pizza Napoletana. If by any chance you are in Brooklyn L&B Pizzeria, Lenny's and Krispy Pizzeria.
Walk Little Italy if you can, almost every Italian restaurant is good.
Attempt one of the Rickshaw's Dumpling houses. Very good dumplings. And try a slice of Junior's cheesecake, you won't be disappointed.
Enjoy Broadway.
Chinatown is something you've never experienced before. It actually feels like your in China. Not kidding. If your looking to buy some horned frogs or a rolex whisper to one of the chinese women standing on any corner, follow her, don't worry, she won't hurt you.
Times Square is nuts. I know this. Financial district, any Irish bar will do for a quick beer. Whitehorse is my favorite. Check out the Trinity Church (National Treasure movie) and read Alexander Hamilton's tombstone. While your in the area check out Ground Zero, even though it just looks like a construction site now (hurry up with that boys!).
Dining/Bars:
Theater District/Midtown:
- Dillions Bar and Restaurant - tourist cliche's abound
- Burger Joint - located in the Le Perker Merdien hotel, you really have to find it but the burger is worth is and at $6.50 it really is a bargain.
- Carnegie Deli - the one the only, giant piles of meat...if you finish a pastrami on rye i'll mail you a check
- Morell Wine Bar & Cafe - if you like wine go here, the food is good too
- Patsy's - One on the upper east side too. Excellent brick oven pizza, excellent.
- Carmine's - Family style italian eatery, very good food, 2-3 hour waits without reservations.
- Virgils bbq - Smoke is close but to me this is the best BBQ fare in the city.
- Quality Meats - steakhouse for the young and hip, not the distinguished and old
- Jimmy's Corner - one of the best bars ever established
- Flute - champagne bar, cool if you with the lady
- Whiskey Bar - cool little spot in the W hotel in midtown
- Maggie's place - cool joint, just a regualr bar
Village
- Art Bar - cool feel
- Automatic Slim's - lunch served, sort of a party crowd at night
- Sevilla - excellent Sangria and Paella
- Caliente Cab Co - mexican fare, good margaritas
- Down the Hatch - my favorite dive bar of all time
- Off the wagon - 2nd favorite
I can type all day long, reference these two sites to look up every single establishment in Manhattan. If you want to ask me if I been there I will be honest.
Search Meatpacking district, village and Chelsea. I tried a marathon post but there is literally so much shit to do, see, and enjoy here in NY. Hope this helps.
Best site to search for restaurants
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Coming so soon
Coming soon : a Holiday Guide for tourists travelling to NYC.
I realize that 4 million people come to NYC during the holidays and why not. Great place to be.
I will give some tips and link some cool places to check out. Hopefully by Friday.
Til then, enjoy this pic. Got my infected tooth pulled from my skull yesterday.
Friday, December 07, 2007
My xmas list
Amex Members lounge
Best thing about xmas shopping yesterday. Click above.
I thought at some point someone would come out and milk my prostate but that never happened. Not even a ball tickle. Ah, neither here nor there it was pleasant.
Great company that American Express. Recommend it to anyone.
My Top 6 Xmas wishes includes:
I LUV Portable DVD Player
Plays videos off your IPOD as well. Nifty.
Stereo with Dock for the Desk
I'm done with the FM transmitter.
I Touch IPOD
I needs a upgrade.
I want a Taser
ZZZZZZ...ZZAPPPPP. Don't Tase me bro!
XBOX HD DVD Player
Gotta have me one of these, although I can't say I'm happy that I have to purchase HD DVD's going forward.
The Glenlivet
Or something similar, like a Johnnie Walker Gold or Blue. Doesn't have to be a single malt either.
Following Gift Cards will be accepted.
Sunglass Hut - ever since my LASIK surgery I've wanted to drop a hundy or two on a nice pair of shades
J.Crew - most comfortable T-shirts on the planet
Macy's - where I purchase my suits and ties from, mostly
Gamestop - Call of duty 4 be calling me, be calling me
Foot Locker - could always grab a nice pair of Nikes
Pink Pussycat Boutique - what, no sex shops for you?
Best Buy/Circuit City - DVD's
Any and all restaurant gift certificate's work and work well
I also like fine Turkish sheets, 2000 thread count preferably.
Wine Decanter's would work, some Mach 3 refills (damn things are expensive), a POGO stick, and maybe on of those Koi fish.
See, I'm simple. Besides XMAS is not about these material objects. It's about peace, joy, family and the birth of christ as we understand it to be. But if I don't one of these things I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger.
Merry Christmas.
Best thing about xmas shopping yesterday. Click above.
I thought at some point someone would come out and milk my prostate but that never happened. Not even a ball tickle. Ah, neither here nor there it was pleasant.
Great company that American Express. Recommend it to anyone.
My Top 6 Xmas wishes includes:
I LUV Portable DVD Player
Plays videos off your IPOD as well. Nifty.
Stereo with Dock for the Desk
I'm done with the FM transmitter.
I Touch IPOD
I needs a upgrade.
I want a Taser
ZZZZZZ...ZZAPPPPP. Don't Tase me bro!
XBOX HD DVD Player
Gotta have me one of these, although I can't say I'm happy that I have to purchase HD DVD's going forward.
The Glenlivet
Or something similar, like a Johnnie Walker Gold or Blue. Doesn't have to be a single malt either.
Following Gift Cards will be accepted.
Sunglass Hut - ever since my LASIK surgery I've wanted to drop a hundy or two on a nice pair of shades
J.Crew - most comfortable T-shirts on the planet
Macy's - where I purchase my suits and ties from, mostly
Gamestop - Call of duty 4 be calling me, be calling me
Foot Locker - could always grab a nice pair of Nikes
Pink Pussycat Boutique - what, no sex shops for you?
Best Buy/Circuit City - DVD's
Any and all restaurant gift certificate's work and work well
I also like fine Turkish sheets, 2000 thread count preferably.
Wine Decanter's would work, some Mach 3 refills (damn things are expensive), a POGO stick, and maybe on of those Koi fish.
See, I'm simple. Besides XMAS is not about these material objects. It's about peace, joy, family and the birth of christ as we understand it to be. But if I don't one of these things I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger.
Merry Christmas.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Office Talk
This sign is for you fat guy. You know who you are. Your damn ass hangs over the bowl and shit is everywhere. Your a slob. Just eat yourself into a coma.
People who laugh at thier own jokes while they tell it are lame. And usually the joke is not funny.
The "It's Friday" guy is in full effect today. His boyfriend must be in town.
Blow your nose again Miss McSnot, I can't get enough of that shit.
If I think your taking a peek at my shank while we are at the urinal your getting pissed on. No words. Just piss. Make it rain.
We got this one dude who constantly picks his ass. Dude we know a wedgie sucks but can you be a bit more discreet. Fuck.
This is what keeps me sane. FENG SHUI.
(pay no attention to that spikey haired gorilla in the background)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Tryptophan
Football, Food, Football, Food, Football, Sleep.
I mean for crissakes what day, if any, comes close to Thanksgiving.
Wake up, roll around in bed, check out the Thanksgiving Day Parade, maybe toss the pigskin around outside, hopefully it's chilly but not freezing and then off to wherever you go to gorge yourself like a fat road hog. It's awesome.
Going to the in-laws first then back to my fam's house. It's going to get ugly. Quick.
Spanish Thanksgiving first. Then Italian. It's the best of both worlds.
I'd say the speacialty from each would be the Arroz con Gandules Recipe here from the Spanish side and the homeade bread stuffing balls (or the Candy Yams, can't go wrong here) Generic recipe here, I don't know which one Grandma uses, it's her own from the Italian side. I can write so much more about other items but these two stand out. Italians do it a little different than the Spanish. Spanish there is no Antipasto. This usually includes a bunch of salads, some salted meats, cheese, stuffed mushrooms, a clam bake dip maybe, and other lusty appetizers. Spanish just rip right into the bird. Either way you can't go wrong.
Dessert is like wow, can I even eat right now. But it's always so solid you have to. Pies, cookies, cakes, pastries. By that time you want to puke.
I can really write forever about food so I will stop here. I'm sure I already have gotten your tastebuds jumping.
I mean for crissakes what day, if any, comes close to Thanksgiving.
Wake up, roll around in bed, check out the Thanksgiving Day Parade, maybe toss the pigskin around outside, hopefully it's chilly but not freezing and then off to wherever you go to gorge yourself like a fat road hog. It's awesome.
Going to the in-laws first then back to my fam's house. It's going to get ugly. Quick.
Spanish Thanksgiving first. Then Italian. It's the best of both worlds.
I'd say the speacialty from each would be the Arroz con Gandules Recipe here from the Spanish side and the homeade bread stuffing balls (or the Candy Yams, can't go wrong here) Generic recipe here, I don't know which one Grandma uses, it's her own from the Italian side. I can write so much more about other items but these two stand out. Italians do it a little different than the Spanish. Spanish there is no Antipasto. This usually includes a bunch of salads, some salted meats, cheese, stuffed mushrooms, a clam bake dip maybe, and other lusty appetizers. Spanish just rip right into the bird. Either way you can't go wrong.
Dessert is like wow, can I even eat right now. But it's always so solid you have to. Pies, cookies, cakes, pastries. By that time you want to puke.
I can really write forever about food so I will stop here. I'm sure I already have gotten your tastebuds jumping.
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For my degenerate buddies out there the 4 games on Thursday, all are worth watching.
12:30 ETA - Packers @ Lions (Pack -3.5)
El Pad's Pick : Packers and the under
Pack are hottttttt, Lions are on their way to a collapse that all the Detroit fans have been telling us about. Remember when the Lions would always find a way to win on Turkey Day and save Wayne Fontes job? Those were the days. BTW Under is 11-4-1 in GB's last 16 vs NFC North and it's also a stellar 7-2 in Detroit's last 9 home games.
4:15 ETA - Jets @ Cowboys (Boys are -13.5)
El Pad's Pick : Lay the two TD's. That Jet win was a fluke and no one other than Brady/Moss is hotter right now than Romo/T.O. (A sharp pain just throttled my heart as I typed that). The Jets stink. Dallas is 8-3 ATS in the last 11 games (all season).
8:15 ETA - Indy @ Atlanta (Indy is -12)
El Pad's Pick : Again, lay the wood. Atlanta is a terrible team with no direction right now. Indy squeaked by a very underated KC team and is troubled by injuries. However when Jeff Garcia blows up your secondary what do you think Peyton Manning will do? Indy has covered 10 out of the last 14 games.
The Turkey Day Teaser
Don't feel like laying the wood? Think all three favorites will win outright? Tease it!
Pack +6.5, Boys - 3.5, Indy -2
Sounds better right.
Bonus NCAA game!!!!!!
8:00 ETA - USC @ ASU (USC -3.5)
El Pad's Pick : ASU +3.5
USC has beaten them 7 straight times, dating back to 1999. I think it's time for some Pac-10 Sun Devil revenge. At home, the whole country wathcing, a chance to throw their hat into the national title talk and , and a chance to beat a team you should absolutely hate. One could argue that this is ASU's biggest game in years. I have to take the home team. By the way if you wanted to throw this in the tease it would look like this:
ASU + 15.5 and the above bets would move up two points each.
Have fun and enjoy. Daddy is off til Friday.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Round Here
I'm a fairly young guy. Late twenties. So if I were to hand you my Ipod and you looked through each song I think you'd be surprised. And I think the reason you'd be surprised is because of the music I actually have jammed in there. First let me say that I would have none of these artists in the IPOD if it weren't for the IPOD itself. It allows you to hold so much music, some you'll never listen to, some you will and love and some you'll discover. Who knew that Eric Clapton would be one of my favorite musicians in the world? After growing up and listening to nothing but Rap / Hip - Hop you'd think that's all I would know. But now, I know alot more.
Examples:
I know that I enjoy the Acoustic guitar over the Electric one. Even though the electric one rocks balls the quiet tight strings on a acoustic guitar make the best natural sound for me. Gimme a stool, a liter of Whiskey, a pack of stoges and acoustic anyday of the week. Stain'd comes to mind.
I know the harmonica is a kickass wind instrument that can turn a hook into a dancing ballad faster than you can say Tom Petty. I mean if I listened to "Mary Jane's Last Dance" when I was 15 years old I would have destroyed the walkman right there on the spot. Now it's in heavy rotation.
And Clapton my god. What a genius.
Now I ain't abandoning hip-hop because I still love it, not so much the new stuff cuz for the most part the new stuff is unoriginal but I've matured waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy beyond my years when it comes to other genres.
I'll list some artists that I listen to often that I never thought I would ever listen too. Feel free to write "________ sucks" in the comment section cuz that never gets old. (This is outside of the usual bands that most people and I like, for example : Red Hot Chilli Peppers, U2, Linkin Park, Green Day, etc.)
Eric Clapton
John Lennon
Counting Crows
Arcade Fire
Incubus
Rise Against
Tom Petty
Snow Patrol
Joseph Arthur
Johnny Cash
Bloc Party
Al Green
Don McLean
Billy Joel
The Rat Pack
Miles Davis
Phish
Sting
Velvet Revolver
Weezer
To name a few. Now I know there are bands that come out every five minutes and I know that the music never stops but there is no way I can keep up, even with a 30G IPOD to store it all on. There is not 48 hours in a day unfortunately.
Maybe one day I could contribute or amass myself to a Top 500 songs list or something. And this should all genres. From The Notorious BIG to Jerry Garcia I might be able to cover it all.
Examples:
I know that I enjoy the Acoustic guitar over the Electric one. Even though the electric one rocks balls the quiet tight strings on a acoustic guitar make the best natural sound for me. Gimme a stool, a liter of Whiskey, a pack of stoges and acoustic anyday of the week. Stain'd comes to mind.
I know the harmonica is a kickass wind instrument that can turn a hook into a dancing ballad faster than you can say Tom Petty. I mean if I listened to "Mary Jane's Last Dance" when I was 15 years old I would have destroyed the walkman right there on the spot. Now it's in heavy rotation.
And Clapton my god. What a genius.
Now I ain't abandoning hip-hop because I still love it, not so much the new stuff cuz for the most part the new stuff is unoriginal but I've matured waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy beyond my years when it comes to other genres.
I'll list some artists that I listen to often that I never thought I would ever listen too. Feel free to write "________ sucks" in the comment section cuz that never gets old. (This is outside of the usual bands that most people and I like, for example : Red Hot Chilli Peppers, U2, Linkin Park, Green Day, etc.)
Eric Clapton
John Lennon
Counting Crows
Arcade Fire
Incubus
Rise Against
Tom Petty
Snow Patrol
Joseph Arthur
Johnny Cash
Bloc Party
Al Green
Don McLean
Billy Joel
The Rat Pack
Miles Davis
Phish
Sting
Velvet Revolver
Weezer
To name a few. Now I know there are bands that come out every five minutes and I know that the music never stops but there is no way I can keep up, even with a 30G IPOD to store it all on. There is not 48 hours in a day unfortunately.
Maybe one day I could contribute or amass myself to a Top 500 songs list or something. And this should all genres. From The Notorious BIG to Jerry Garcia I might be able to cover it all.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Da Bears
Allow me to share my Chicago trip. I will break it down into 5 categories.
First Class :
Well, this one came out of nowhere. I don't know if any of you have ever flew (or flied) 1st class before but listen to me. Before you die, do it. You won't regret it. The footspace is endless, the chairs hug you, the vodka flows like water through a spring, the blanket caresses your skin ever so gently and the biscuits are warm.
How it happened....Upon arriving at the airport I checked us all in at one of those self-service Kiosks and they computer prompted to me a question. "For 90$ a person or $360 total, would you like to upgrade to First Class"? I looked at the boys and they was like $90? Fuck yeah and so we went first class. By the way, I immediately started to talk in a British accent.
Deep Dish :
As you might have heard Chicago is famous for thier Deep Dish Pizza. So after asking the locals which they favor we got the same answer several times over. Giordano's . Now I know pizza. I know it well, in fact I actually tried to make love to it once but anyway this is pizza I never had experienced before. Let me start by saying words like, gooey, flaky, heavy, righteous and super.
Any of those words would be good adjectives to describe a stuffed pie of pizza. This was all washed down with this Goose Island, Honkers Ale, by the pitchers.
NY Pizza is still king but shit I wouldn't mind eating one of these once a week.
Inn of Chicago:
Located right off the corner of Miracle Mile the Inn of Chicago is where we stayed. It was cramped for four of us but very nice. Swanky if you will. The location was great. Right in the heart of downtown, valet parking, 2 miles from Soilder field and when we got there we realized there was no fridge so we called down to get one and they delivered us a mini fridge within an hour. The sink was too small to serve as a cooler so we needed the fridge. That was nice.
The Night Before:
Beer, Jack Daniels, Beer, Jack Daniels, ESPN Zone, Video games, mini-basketball tournament, foosball, pithcing 70MPH, 25OZ beers, walked aronund outside looking for food, called in more bets, more beer, a flask of Soco and lime (Southern Comfort), 3 dozen wings, college football games, ESPN Zone sampler, more college football, candy, the flask again, 711, more jack daniels, some coversation with a homeless man, donuts?, beer, Hawaii laying wood at home, bear game tomorrow, let's be co-herent, gummi bears, no steak knife, limes, beer, jack daniels in the draw with the bible, ice machine, $8 jack and coke?
That was basically a rundown of that Saturday night. No paticular order.
Soilder Field :
It was Bears/Lions, we sat about 38 rows up behind the South Endzone. It was a beeeaaa-uuutiful day. Not a bad seat in the house, people were nice. In front of me were two drunk woman, I think they were mother/daughter. The older mom was high fiving me even though nothing was really happening. The daughter was yelling at the dad of the group because despite his Devin Hester shirt he was openly cheering for the Lions. The Burger King mascot was there, a couple of them actually. The beer guy was HORRIBLE. Bad pourer, too much head, ran out of cups, kept trying to give us Miller Lite which is equivalent to dog piss and was a bumbling fool.
The national anthem, flag/F-16 fly over thing was the coolest part of the day. That and Devin Hester doing the Soulja Boy dance at the 10 yard line while awaiting opening kickoff.
The stadium itself was very nice. I know they re-vamped it a while back, 2002 I think. I'm glad they kept the Roman Columns on the outside. Keeps the nostalgic thing intact. You can walk around the whole stadium rather crowd free as long as you stay clear from the bathrooms. Mens bathroom line at halftime was DMV-like. Just silly. Next time I'm wearing Depends.
We actually never returned to our seats after halftime, we walked around, visited the Pro shop and watched the game from other spots. When we got to the 4th quarter they advised us that no more beer will be sold so we left. How dare they. Bears were stinking up the joint like a fat man with the runs anyway so no one cared. The food was actually good. Brats were spot on and Randolph's BBQ joint was super duper fly. Boneless rib sammich was tight.
Next years trip will be Indianapolis, to see the Colts.
First Class :
Well, this one came out of nowhere. I don't know if any of you have ever flew (or flied) 1st class before but listen to me. Before you die, do it. You won't regret it. The footspace is endless, the chairs hug you, the vodka flows like water through a spring, the blanket caresses your skin ever so gently and the biscuits are warm.
How it happened....Upon arriving at the airport I checked us all in at one of those self-service Kiosks and they computer prompted to me a question. "For 90$ a person or $360 total, would you like to upgrade to First Class"? I looked at the boys and they was like $90? Fuck yeah and so we went first class. By the way, I immediately started to talk in a British accent.
Deep Dish :
As you might have heard Chicago is famous for thier Deep Dish Pizza. So after asking the locals which they favor we got the same answer several times over. Giordano's . Now I know pizza. I know it well, in fact I actually tried to make love to it once but anyway this is pizza I never had experienced before. Let me start by saying words like, gooey, flaky, heavy, righteous and super.
Any of those words would be good adjectives to describe a stuffed pie of pizza. This was all washed down with this Goose Island, Honkers Ale, by the pitchers.
NY Pizza is still king but shit I wouldn't mind eating one of these once a week.
Inn of Chicago:
Located right off the corner of Miracle Mile the Inn of Chicago is where we stayed. It was cramped for four of us but very nice. Swanky if you will. The location was great. Right in the heart of downtown, valet parking, 2 miles from Soilder field and when we got there we realized there was no fridge so we called down to get one and they delivered us a mini fridge within an hour. The sink was too small to serve as a cooler so we needed the fridge. That was nice.
The Night Before:
Beer, Jack Daniels, Beer, Jack Daniels, ESPN Zone, Video games, mini-basketball tournament, foosball, pithcing 70MPH, 25OZ beers, walked aronund outside looking for food, called in more bets, more beer, a flask of Soco and lime (Southern Comfort), 3 dozen wings, college football games, ESPN Zone sampler, more college football, candy, the flask again, 711, more jack daniels, some coversation with a homeless man, donuts?, beer, Hawaii laying wood at home, bear game tomorrow, let's be co-herent, gummi bears, no steak knife, limes, beer, jack daniels in the draw with the bible, ice machine, $8 jack and coke?
That was basically a rundown of that Saturday night. No paticular order.
Soilder Field :
It was Bears/Lions, we sat about 38 rows up behind the South Endzone. It was a beeeaaa-uuutiful day. Not a bad seat in the house, people were nice. In front of me were two drunk woman, I think they were mother/daughter. The older mom was high fiving me even though nothing was really happening. The daughter was yelling at the dad of the group because despite his Devin Hester shirt he was openly cheering for the Lions. The Burger King mascot was there, a couple of them actually. The beer guy was HORRIBLE. Bad pourer, too much head, ran out of cups, kept trying to give us Miller Lite which is equivalent to dog piss and was a bumbling fool.
The national anthem, flag/F-16 fly over thing was the coolest part of the day. That and Devin Hester doing the Soulja Boy dance at the 10 yard line while awaiting opening kickoff.
The stadium itself was very nice. I know they re-vamped it a while back, 2002 I think. I'm glad they kept the Roman Columns on the outside. Keeps the nostalgic thing intact. You can walk around the whole stadium rather crowd free as long as you stay clear from the bathrooms. Mens bathroom line at halftime was DMV-like. Just silly. Next time I'm wearing Depends.
We actually never returned to our seats after halftime, we walked around, visited the Pro shop and watched the game from other spots. When we got to the 4th quarter they advised us that no more beer will be sold so we left. How dare they. Bears were stinking up the joint like a fat man with the runs anyway so no one cared. The food was actually good. Brats were spot on and Randolph's BBQ joint was super duper fly. Boneless rib sammich was tight.
Next years trip will be Indianapolis, to see the Colts.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Annual Football trip
Tomorrow we keep tradition alive with the 3rd annual Football Tour.
Destination : Soilder Field, Chicago IL
Same participants.
I know you'll be expecting the diary.
Monday, October 22, 2007
The Pantry
The following events are truthful, there were no paid actors.
Begin scene.
(3:22pm, Est)
Enter Pantry to wash out mug.
Simultaneously the man who I based my Dear Nipple Man post on strides into the pantry.
Standing by the Flavia machine are two Indians. Not from the one's with Chiefs and arrows but the one's from parts unknown, like Mumbai.
Nipple man tries to chat me up with some weather is nice type conversation. I nod.
He then scoots over to the candy bar machine and starts whistling and tapping his foot while he decides with candy bar he wants to provide him with even bigger man boobs.
Meanwhile the Indians have moved on to the microwave. After both serving themselves some hot chocolate they are trying to figure out how to work the microwave. The following conversation happens.
Indians : How do you work this? (point to microwave)
Me : Work it like how?
Indians : (blank stare)
Me : What are you microwaving? (keep in mind nipple man is still whistling)
Indians : (hold up cups of hot chocolate)
Me : You want to heat up hot chocolate?
Indians : (nod yes)
Me : That's silly. You realize the machine already dispenses it piping hot right?
Indians : (blank stare)
Me : Ok just put it in, close the door and press the "hot beverage" button.
Indians : "Hot Beverage" button?
Me : Yeah the one with the cup with smoke appearing to rise from the lid.
Indians : (smiling and nodding yes)
End scene.
P.S. Nipple man went with a Payday.
Shoot me.
Begin scene.
(3:22pm, Est)
Enter Pantry to wash out mug.
Simultaneously the man who I based my Dear Nipple Man post on strides into the pantry.
Standing by the Flavia machine are two Indians. Not from the one's with Chiefs and arrows but the one's from parts unknown, like Mumbai.
Nipple man tries to chat me up with some weather is nice type conversation. I nod.
He then scoots over to the candy bar machine and starts whistling and tapping his foot while he decides with candy bar he wants to provide him with even bigger man boobs.
Meanwhile the Indians have moved on to the microwave. After both serving themselves some hot chocolate they are trying to figure out how to work the microwave. The following conversation happens.
Indians : How do you work this? (point to microwave)
Me : Work it like how?
Indians : (blank stare)
Me : What are you microwaving? (keep in mind nipple man is still whistling)
Indians : (hold up cups of hot chocolate)
Me : You want to heat up hot chocolate?
Indians : (nod yes)
Me : That's silly. You realize the machine already dispenses it piping hot right?
Indians : (blank stare)
Me : Ok just put it in, close the door and press the "hot beverage" button.
Indians : "Hot Beverage" button?
Me : Yeah the one with the cup with smoke appearing to rise from the lid.
Indians : (smiling and nodding yes)
End scene.
P.S. Nipple man went with a Payday.
Shoot me.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Fruit of My Lions
This kid is hysterical. I'm home all week watching her and I have to say, this is kinda fun. Wifey went back to work this week, hopefully temporarily, so I'm holding it down Mr. Mom style. Since you've all been so good, here's a pic of the cutest kid on the East Coast.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
About me
Couple of things I thought you all should know about me. Maybe it can give you a bit more perspective on El Padrino and his thoughts. Cuz you care about me, I know this.
I really don't like to go to the store unless it's for beer or meat. Really, and everytime I go or get sent for paper towels or milk I end up picking up a six pack or a couple of singles, just cause based on principle.
I'm a cocksmith. Plain and simple.
I prefer the beach over the mountains. But let's not get it twisted, I enjoy the mountains.
My religion is Sports.
I like movies and own about 200 DVD's. I have them in alphabetical order on a spreadsheet. Which leads me to my next item.
I might have OCD. I say might because at times I find myself being very particular about certian things. For instance, when I buy something I have to immediately take all the tags, stickers, labels off the item. Also, the beer in my fridge has to be on the left side only, if not I get depressed.
I have one tatoo and looking for 2 or 3 more.
I can easily say I can eat pizza once a day until death.
I wear hats alot, I own 47 of them. I also wear mostly t-shirts and shorts, well into November.
It's real close but right now I'd have to go chicken parm over a filet mignon as my last meal request. The sides and dessert wouldnt change (potatoe croquett, string beans, creme brulee).
I think New york city and the surronding boroughs has the best food in the world, bar none, no one can tell me otherwise.
I can BBQ like no one's business.
I am totally in love with beer but sometimes cheat on her with red wine. My favorite is J.Lohr , Seven Oaks Cabernet.
Scotch is my liqour choice. When I'm feeling frisky it's Whiskey. Same difference almost.
I am a degenerate. If I could, I'd gamble on the weather.
I guess that's it for now, any questions, comments or back-handed compliments please feel free.
I really don't like to go to the store unless it's for beer or meat. Really, and everytime I go or get sent for paper towels or milk I end up picking up a six pack or a couple of singles, just cause based on principle.
I'm a cocksmith. Plain and simple.
I prefer the beach over the mountains. But let's not get it twisted, I enjoy the mountains.
My religion is Sports.
I like movies and own about 200 DVD's. I have them in alphabetical order on a spreadsheet. Which leads me to my next item.
I might have OCD. I say might because at times I find myself being very particular about certian things. For instance, when I buy something I have to immediately take all the tags, stickers, labels off the item. Also, the beer in my fridge has to be on the left side only, if not I get depressed.
I have one tatoo and looking for 2 or 3 more.
I can easily say I can eat pizza once a day until death.
I wear hats alot, I own 47 of them. I also wear mostly t-shirts and shorts, well into November.
It's real close but right now I'd have to go chicken parm over a filet mignon as my last meal request. The sides and dessert wouldnt change (potatoe croquett, string beans, creme brulee).
I think New york city and the surronding boroughs has the best food in the world, bar none, no one can tell me otherwise.
I can BBQ like no one's business.
I am totally in love with beer but sometimes cheat on her with red wine. My favorite is J.Lohr , Seven Oaks Cabernet.
Scotch is my liqour choice. When I'm feeling frisky it's Whiskey. Same difference almost.
I am a degenerate. If I could, I'd gamble on the weather.
I guess that's it for now, any questions, comments or back-handed compliments please feel free.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
High Defintion
Not that I went anywhere but the mourning period is over.
Anyhoo anyone but me order a Ice cream cone from the Softee truck and think to myself, or yourself....where or when does that guy take a piss?
Anyhoo anyone but me order a Ice cream cone from the Softee truck and think to myself, or yourself....where or when does that guy take a piss?
What are we going to do if Hillary wins the primary? I might have to start house hunting in Cape Town or Sydney.
I support Mayor Bloomberg's "Ring of Steel" idea that he is stealing from the lymies. Consists of a network of over 500 cameras in and around all major transportation hubs, subways, buses, etc. London was able to identify the suspects in the Underground Terrorist attack in about 4 hours with the help of those cameras. And if you think big brother ain't watching you now then your more naive then you realize.
Sometims I like to talk like Arnold Schwarzenegger .
Apoctalypto was very good. Please watch.
Two things I can eat every day until I die.
Pizza & Tacos.
Johnnie Walker Gold Label is exactly what the title suggests.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Spring Training?
So the NY Mets coomplete the 5-12 september shit show and miss the playoffs by one game.
I would congratulate the Phillies but I am a sore loser and will choose not to. Besides, the Mets did gift wrap your first division title since 1993. 5-12 september, cmon. Lady luck was not only on your side but was giving you guys lap dances. Anyway moving on it's not as bad as the 2004 Yankees losing 4 straight in the ALCS vs Boston. That's what I keep telling myself.
Feb 15th 2008, Pitchers and Catchers report.
Until then Agony reigns.
Back to normal postings after a two day mourning period.
I would congratulate the Phillies but I am a sore loser and will choose not to. Besides, the Mets did gift wrap your first division title since 1993. 5-12 september, cmon. Lady luck was not only on your side but was giving you guys lap dances. Anyway moving on it's not as bad as the 2004 Yankees losing 4 straight in the ALCS vs Boston. That's what I keep telling myself.
Feb 15th 2008, Pitchers and Catchers report.
Until then Agony reigns.
Back to normal postings after a two day mourning period.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Firepower
My Bicep, Spetember 28 2007.
Have a nice weekend, I will be hangin from noose til Monday.
Whether or not the floor from under me will open is up to the New York Mets.
Have a nice weekend, I will be hangin from noose til Monday.
Whether or not the floor from under me will open is up to the New York Mets.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Dear Nipple Man
I have to talk about something. And we all know I am not a homosexual, not that there is anything wrong with that. Well there is but that's another post so for now I must talk about men and nipples.
Open letter to men who work in an office:
Please stop buying shirts that allow your nipples to protrude through the shirt. And if you do buy these said shirts please put on a Ginny-T (A-Shirt for you midwesterners) underneath the shirt so no nipple protrusion occurs. One of life's mysteries is why do men even have nipples but who am I to question the magic of Jehovah God. They must serve some sort of purpose and maybe one day we will find out. Until then please keep them from staring me down through your 80/20 Lycra Cotton beige polo you picked up at Nordstrom's the other day. It's disturbing.
Thank You and Regards.
P.S- To the guy who fills up 8 cups of coffee from the Flavia machine while people wait behind you : Die.
Open letter to men who work in an office:
Please stop buying shirts that allow your nipples to protrude through the shirt. And if you do buy these said shirts please put on a Ginny-T (A-Shirt for you midwesterners) underneath the shirt so no nipple protrusion occurs. One of life's mysteries is why do men even have nipples but who am I to question the magic of Jehovah God. They must serve some sort of purpose and maybe one day we will find out. Until then please keep them from staring me down through your 80/20 Lycra Cotton beige polo you picked up at Nordstrom's the other day. It's disturbing.
Thank You and Regards.
P.S- To the guy who fills up 8 cups of coffee from the Flavia machine while people wait behind you : Die.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
This, That and This and up
I really hate the fat guy (easy 400lbs) with the soul patch on his chin. It's one thing to have the gonads to rock a soul patch but it's entirely another thing to have 8 chins and have the said soul patch look like a small bush on a plain of rolling hills.
My main beef with cheese is what's the point? American cheese more specifically. It does not have a significant taste. If it doesn't provide a twist on whatever your putting it on what's the point? It's only going to make you fat. The reason why America is fat is because of three things.
Over-indulgence. Soda. Condiments/Dressings/Dipping Sauces.
Cheese would fall under over-indulgence I guess. I mean your ordering french fries already, is it imperative that they come slathetred with cheese? AND believe me I over-indulge all the time. Half this rant is coming from personal experience but I'll be damned if one day I wake up and I can't see my wedding tackle cuz my fat stomach is in the way. Fuck that.
The retard who orders a salad and then pours a 1000 calorie dressing over it is not only a retard but might be insane. Or the mental midget who orders a big mac with a diet coke.
What is the thought process there? Please don't tell me Diet Soda taste better than non-diet soda cuz I'll punch ya in your teef if you do.
Go the extra mile.......
when trying to ruin someone's day.
A little effort. Laziness is a plague but it's fun. How many days do you think you've all wasted by sitting on the couch and doing absolutely dick all day? Isn't is awesome. Meanwhile some Indian kid is programming a computer and re-writing programs in hopes of one day taking a job away from an unsuspecting middle aged American named Joe. Terriffic. And this is Bush's fault too right.
Atta boy O.J. Way to flash those roots.
My main beef with cheese is what's the point? American cheese more specifically. It does not have a significant taste. If it doesn't provide a twist on whatever your putting it on what's the point? It's only going to make you fat. The reason why America is fat is because of three things.
Over-indulgence. Soda. Condiments/Dressings/Dipping Sauces.
Cheese would fall under over-indulgence I guess. I mean your ordering french fries already, is it imperative that they come slathetred with cheese? AND believe me I over-indulge all the time. Half this rant is coming from personal experience but I'll be damned if one day I wake up and I can't see my wedding tackle cuz my fat stomach is in the way. Fuck that.
The retard who orders a salad and then pours a 1000 calorie dressing over it is not only a retard but might be insane. Or the mental midget who orders a big mac with a diet coke.
What is the thought process there? Please don't tell me Diet Soda taste better than non-diet soda cuz I'll punch ya in your teef if you do.
Go the extra mile.......
when trying to ruin someone's day.
A little effort. Laziness is a plague but it's fun. How many days do you think you've all wasted by sitting on the couch and doing absolutely dick all day? Isn't is awesome. Meanwhile some Indian kid is programming a computer and re-writing programs in hopes of one day taking a job away from an unsuspecting middle aged American named Joe. Terriffic. And this is Bush's fault too right.
Atta boy O.J. Way to flash those roots.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Guys
Hanging out with the boys is always a great time. I can't get enough of it.
I just booked the annual Football trip where me and the boys hit up an out of town game for the weekend. This is the third year in doing so.
Year one was Atlanta. Highlights included the Waffle House, Wahngs not wings, the gas station on Peachtree Blvd., Mike Vick blowing a game via the fumble, taking the rail (which goes East, West, North and South - like a cross) and running thru the airport in order to NOT miss our flight home.
Last year was Green Bay. Highlights included 30 cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon (PBR), Patriot fans with blue cheese heads, vomiting and shitting at the same time, the Mich/O State game, and of course Lambeau and the beauty of that town.
and this year is Chicago.
Bears/Lions Oct. 28th, Soilder Field. Can't wait.
Let's get one thing clear, I love my wife. Love spending time with her of course. But the hangin with the boys is sacred stuff.
I just booked the annual Football trip where me and the boys hit up an out of town game for the weekend. This is the third year in doing so.
Year one was Atlanta. Highlights included the Waffle House, Wahngs not wings, the gas station on Peachtree Blvd., Mike Vick blowing a game via the fumble, taking the rail (which goes East, West, North and South - like a cross) and running thru the airport in order to NOT miss our flight home.
Last year was Green Bay. Highlights included 30 cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon (PBR), Patriot fans with blue cheese heads, vomiting and shitting at the same time, the Mich/O State game, and of course Lambeau and the beauty of that town.
and this year is Chicago.
Bears/Lions Oct. 28th, Soilder Field. Can't wait.
Let's get one thing clear, I love my wife. Love spending time with her of course. But the hangin with the boys is sacred stuff.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Keep Fighting Terror
It's a fucked up day. But 6 years ago I realized it was a fucked up world.
Today I remember the 2,974 victims of the September 11th attacks.
I wallowed in their ashes that day, and I will never forget them. To me, in my head, I want to say I know them all.
Sitting at your desk, eating breakfast, then BAM! A fucking jetliner plows into your cubicle.
And the poor firefighters than went up to get them, 343 of them. Poor souls.
Fuck you Al Qaeda. Things will never be the same again. I hope the war on terror lasts forever.
God Bless them and God bless America.
Today I remember the 2,974 victims of the September 11th attacks.
I wallowed in their ashes that day, and I will never forget them. To me, in my head, I want to say I know them all.
Sitting at your desk, eating breakfast, then BAM! A fucking jetliner plows into your cubicle.
And the poor firefighters than went up to get them, 343 of them. Poor souls.
Fuck you Al Qaeda. Things will never be the same again. I hope the war on terror lasts forever.
God Bless them and God bless America.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Beer and Meat
Last day of work til next, next thursday. Lovely thoughts.
Anyone ever wonder how's it all going to end? you know....is it just gonna turn black?
We know a couple of things.... Dying from suffocation is awful. Drowning is no picnic either.
I'd say everything is not so bad. I know it's a morbid thought but I was thinking about spectacular deaths and how cool they are. Like something involving a hotel room in Bevery hills, with burritos, strippers, cocaine and cattle prods. That would be awesome.
Or jumping off a building while playing guitar. That'd be sweet.
Wrestling with an alligator til death = cool.
Peaches are delicious. Might be my favorite fruit. Outside of cherries of course.
Fantasy football is awesome.
Text messaging is out of hand.
This was my first car and what I learned to drive on.
Sweet ride right?
Anyone ever wonder how's it all going to end? you know....is it just gonna turn black?
We know a couple of things.... Dying from suffocation is awful. Drowning is no picnic either.
I'd say everything is not so bad. I know it's a morbid thought but I was thinking about spectacular deaths and how cool they are. Like something involving a hotel room in Bevery hills, with burritos, strippers, cocaine and cattle prods. That would be awesome.
Or jumping off a building while playing guitar. That'd be sweet.
Wrestling with an alligator til death = cool.
Peaches are delicious. Might be my favorite fruit. Outside of cherries of course.
Fantasy football is awesome.
Text messaging is out of hand.
This was my first car and what I learned to drive on.
Sweet ride right?
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
i aint got a motor boat but i could float your boat
Going to one of my favorite joints this sat Porky's
Good times. I will have plenty of stories come monday.
If this The Way I Are song comes on it's a wrap.
Tonight I hit up Coney Island for a Cyclones game.
Maybe even hop on the The Cyclone. Hit up Totonno's right after.
Good times. I will have plenty of stories come monday.
If this The Way I Are song comes on it's a wrap.
Tonight I hit up Coney Island for a Cyclones game.
Maybe even hop on the The Cyclone. Hit up Totonno's right after.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
53
I remember this one time.....
I was passing through P park on Ocean Parkway with my girl and her friend. It was about 8pm. So I'm waiting for my girl's friend to come out of her house (she lived across from the park) and I knew I shouldn't have been there. See because I hung out with different kids. Kids that hated the Ave. P boys so I was playing with fire a bit. But shit I was just passing through. No harm no foul right?
Surrounding me, he pulls out a knife. They kick me off my bike (Dyno). I say chill out, relax, no need for the knife, put it away and what seems like 20 minutes later he puts the knife away. Then out of nowhere....BAM!!!!! A straight shot to the mouth. I'm woozy, I'm bleeding all over the place. When the blurriness goes away I ask for mercy. I was a small kid at age 13, say maybe 115 pounds, tops. And there were at least 10-13 of them. I tried to run but I had no shot. They surrounded me the same way sharks surround a bucket of chum. My girl and her friend ran were screaming for them to stop.
Down to the floor I just covered my head and hoped for the best. As far as I was concerned I was ahead of the game, I mean shit I talked him out of stabbing me right? It might have lasted anywhere from 2-4 minutes. The result was 2 cracked ribs, a retardedly busted lip (he put a piece of glass between his knuckles when he popped me in the mouth) that I still bear a scar from to this day and bruises everywhere from all the kicks.
I get home. He's in the kitchen, having a snack. What happen? Here come the tears, I'm crying like I just got my balls waxed. WHO DID THIS TO YOU? JESUS CHRIST I HOPE YOU FUCKING KILLED WHOEVER DID THIS TO YOU!!!! LET'S GO. Go where I cry out. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR. Did I have a choice? Of course not.
Pull up to the park. They are all still there, this time more of them. Which one he says....Which one busted your lip like that, it's hangin off you know! I point, that one. Get out of the car. NOO! Cmon NO!!! ANTHONY GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR! Screaming toward the wolfpack, hey you, get over here. Yeah you. So they all come over...but tentatively. They see the man has a crazy look in his eyes. Who did this? Pointing at my face. He says it was you.
Your a tough guy huh? Jumping a 13 year old. Your real fucking tough.
Fight him! What? You and him. Right now, one-on-one. If anyone tries to jump in I'll toss them into the fucking street. Couple of kids in the background run away....I ain't fighting him I say. Why not? Realizing for the first time that I was scared and totally fucked up from getting my ass beat like Tina Turner he says ok, fuck it. I'll fight him. You know what (he starts taking off his jacket) I'll fight all of you, right now!! LETS GO, ALL AT ONCE (making the fighting stance). No one takes his offer. He says fuck it, walks to the car, gets out a wooden bat (1982 Robin Yount bat, I think) and starts chasing kids through the park. They all scatter and run. Far. He swings it wildly, almost got a couple of them. I was afraid he would catch one of them. I never visited anyone in jail before.
On the way to the hospital he tells me that when I get better I'm going to fight that kid one-on-one no matter what. No excuses. I nod. Three weeks later I did. The kid was 17, easily had 30-35 pounds on me. But I was possessed that day. Possessed. Despite the size advantage I beat him up pretty bad and all I walked away with was a knot on my forehead. He was so proud.
As if I was an Olympic fighter. He said I made you fight that kid so that you understand that you can't fear anyone. Fear is a weakness. There's nothing to be afraid of in life. There's no fight that you can't win.
When I was born he got a tattoo on his arm. It was a boxer, with my name under it. It was awesome.
I love you Dad. You were a magnificent son of a bitch.
RIP
I was passing through P park on Ocean Parkway with my girl and her friend. It was about 8pm. So I'm waiting for my girl's friend to come out of her house (she lived across from the park) and I knew I shouldn't have been there. See because I hung out with different kids. Kids that hated the Ave. P boys so I was playing with fire a bit. But shit I was just passing through. No harm no foul right?
Surrounding me, he pulls out a knife. They kick me off my bike (Dyno). I say chill out, relax, no need for the knife, put it away and what seems like 20 minutes later he puts the knife away. Then out of nowhere....BAM!!!!! A straight shot to the mouth. I'm woozy, I'm bleeding all over the place. When the blurriness goes away I ask for mercy. I was a small kid at age 13, say maybe 115 pounds, tops. And there were at least 10-13 of them. I tried to run but I had no shot. They surrounded me the same way sharks surround a bucket of chum. My girl and her friend ran were screaming for them to stop.
Down to the floor I just covered my head and hoped for the best. As far as I was concerned I was ahead of the game, I mean shit I talked him out of stabbing me right? It might have lasted anywhere from 2-4 minutes. The result was 2 cracked ribs, a retardedly busted lip (he put a piece of glass between his knuckles when he popped me in the mouth) that I still bear a scar from to this day and bruises everywhere from all the kicks.
I get home. He's in the kitchen, having a snack. What happen? Here come the tears, I'm crying like I just got my balls waxed. WHO DID THIS TO YOU? JESUS CHRIST I HOPE YOU FUCKING KILLED WHOEVER DID THIS TO YOU!!!! LET'S GO. Go where I cry out. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR. Did I have a choice? Of course not.
Pull up to the park. They are all still there, this time more of them. Which one he says....Which one busted your lip like that, it's hangin off you know! I point, that one. Get out of the car. NOO! Cmon NO!!! ANTHONY GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR! Screaming toward the wolfpack, hey you, get over here. Yeah you. So they all come over...but tentatively. They see the man has a crazy look in his eyes. Who did this? Pointing at my face. He says it was you.
Your a tough guy huh? Jumping a 13 year old. Your real fucking tough.
Fight him! What? You and him. Right now, one-on-one. If anyone tries to jump in I'll toss them into the fucking street. Couple of kids in the background run away....I ain't fighting him I say. Why not? Realizing for the first time that I was scared and totally fucked up from getting my ass beat like Tina Turner he says ok, fuck it. I'll fight him. You know what (he starts taking off his jacket) I'll fight all of you, right now!! LETS GO, ALL AT ONCE (making the fighting stance). No one takes his offer. He says fuck it, walks to the car, gets out a wooden bat (1982 Robin Yount bat, I think) and starts chasing kids through the park. They all scatter and run. Far. He swings it wildly, almost got a couple of them. I was afraid he would catch one of them. I never visited anyone in jail before.
On the way to the hospital he tells me that when I get better I'm going to fight that kid one-on-one no matter what. No excuses. I nod. Three weeks later I did. The kid was 17, easily had 30-35 pounds on me. But I was possessed that day. Possessed. Despite the size advantage I beat him up pretty bad and all I walked away with was a knot on my forehead. He was so proud.
As if I was an Olympic fighter. He said I made you fight that kid so that you understand that you can't fear anyone. Fear is a weakness. There's nothing to be afraid of in life. There's no fight that you can't win.
When I was born he got a tattoo on his arm. It was a boxer, with my name under it. It was awesome.
I love you Dad. You were a magnificent son of a bitch.
RIP
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Beer and Meat
Aiight I'm back on the regular sked. How bout some Beer and Meat to pop the cherry?
Sleep is precious.
I used to think that sleep was the cousin of death and that it was overated but I'm re-thinking that quicker than you can say "burp".
shout out to VH-1 -- keeping it real with some solid shows
and White Rapper 2 coming back in the near future = pumped
I wanna be a crooner. I can totally sing in a band.
Whilst in Atlantic City a couple of weeks ago I was playing three card poker and right in front of me was a cocktail loungue with a band. The lead singer was really good and was belting out a bunch of songs (you know, 90's pop/R&B/Dance songs) and all I thought to myself was wow, I can totally do that.
Couple of other things I would like to do (this could be an entire post one day, you've been warned):
Air Traffic Controller (maybe not so much anymore)
Sous chef at Pricey Steakhouse
Bridge worker (the one's at the top, stringing cables or painting over rust)
Fishmonger
anyway snap back to reality and i'm sittin next to a fucking polish gollum
betcha there are no polish gollums at the top of the Brooklyn Bridge
The Legal Seafood restaurant chain is A+
RECOOOOO!!!!!!
Killing Pablo I am reading this book now. It will be in theaters 2009.
Sleep is precious.
I used to think that sleep was the cousin of death and that it was overated but I'm re-thinking that quicker than you can say "burp".
shout out to VH-1 -- keeping it real with some solid shows
and White Rapper 2 coming back in the near future = pumped
I wanna be a crooner. I can totally sing in a band.
Whilst in Atlantic City a couple of weeks ago I was playing three card poker and right in front of me was a cocktail loungue with a band. The lead singer was really good and was belting out a bunch of songs (you know, 90's pop/R&B/Dance songs) and all I thought to myself was wow, I can totally do that.
Couple of other things I would like to do (this could be an entire post one day, you've been warned):
Air Traffic Controller (maybe not so much anymore)
Sous chef at Pricey Steakhouse
Bridge worker (the one's at the top, stringing cables or painting over rust)
Fishmonger
anyway snap back to reality and i'm sittin next to a fucking polish gollum
betcha there are no polish gollums at the top of the Brooklyn Bridge
The Legal Seafood restaurant chain is A+
RECOOOOO!!!!!!
Killing Pablo I am reading this book now. It will be in theaters 2009.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
first and last baby pic
Pre-eclampsia
Some fucked up shit. The reason my wife has a bikini line scar from now til death.
But as this pic states, it was worth it.....
I promised myself I wouldnt post a pic but I had to. Couldn't help it.
Some fucked up shit. The reason my wife has a bikini line scar from now til death.
But as this pic states, it was worth it.....
I promised myself I wouldnt post a pic but I had to. Couldn't help it.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Emma Riley
I had a baby girl. No really, I did.
Unfuckingbelievable.
When I catch my breath I'll post.
Unfuckingbelievable.
When I catch my breath I'll post.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
10 Things I've never done before
1. Never been skydiving
2. Never joined the Mile High club
3. Never had my prostate "milked"
4. Never flew a kite
5. Never smoked weed out of a bong (I'm very distraught about this)
6. Never put anything on "layaway" (despite being broke 90% of my life)
7. Never danced the Tango
8. Never played Yahtzee
9. Never fought a midget
10. Never rocked suspenders
2. Never joined the Mile High club
3. Never had my prostate "milked"
4. Never flew a kite
5. Never smoked weed out of a bong (I'm very distraught about this)
6. Never put anything on "layaway" (despite being broke 90% of my life)
7. Never danced the Tango
8. Never played Yahtzee
9. Never fought a midget
10. Never rocked suspenders
Monday, July 23, 2007
The Summer Wind
R&R
Pa this past weekend. Up by the Poconos. Town called Lake Ariel in a gated community called "The Hideout". It's a nice little getaway. Only about 2-3 hours away. We took a chance on going with the miz el pad being 9 months pregnant but it worked out ok. No woods baby for us.
Plus the guys need a mental break too ya know, I mean I realize your carrying an extra 30 lbs and all but 10 months is a long time for us too. Jus sayin'.
This past weekend included:
Beer, tennis, wiffle ball, basketball, fishing, bike riding, bbq'n, horseshoes, and Bocce Ball .
Good times.
Short and sweet, I got TPS up my ass lately.....
Pa this past weekend. Up by the Poconos. Town called Lake Ariel in a gated community called "The Hideout". It's a nice little getaway. Only about 2-3 hours away. We took a chance on going with the miz el pad being 9 months pregnant but it worked out ok. No woods baby for us.
Plus the guys need a mental break too ya know, I mean I realize your carrying an extra 30 lbs and all but 10 months is a long time for us too. Jus sayin'.
This past weekend included:
Beer, tennis, wiffle ball, basketball, fishing, bike riding, bbq'n, horseshoes, and Bocce Ball .
Good times.
Short and sweet, I got TPS up my ass lately.....
Thursday, July 19, 2007
worn like a old sherpa
I'm worn out, got nothing new. Work is a nightmare so I give movie qoutes that make me fell better when i see them. If your looking for something original and clever you got the wrong blog today. As the Chinese say, so sorry.
Glengarry Glen Ross
These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you they're gold, and you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you would be throwing them away. They're for closers.
PUT THAT COFFEE DOWN! Coffee is for closers!
All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me.
You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?
You want to know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate.
You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead.
American Psycho
Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can't remember maybe a model, but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, meet me at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
I want you to clean your vagina.
A Few Good Men
Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
I run my unit how I run my unit. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4000 Cubans who are trained to kill me, so don't think for one second that you can come down here, flash a badge, and make me nervous.
Absolutely. My answer is I don't have the first damn clue. Maybe he was an early riser and liked to pack in the morning. And maybe he didn't have any friends. I'm an educated man, but I'm afraid I can't speak intelligently about the travel habits of William Santiago. What I do know is that he was set to leave the base at 0600. Now, are these the questions I was really called here to answer? Phone calls and foot lockers? Please tell me that you have something more, Lieutenant. These two Marines are on trial for their lives. Please tell me their lawyer hasn't pinned their hopes to a phone bill.
End scene.
Glengarry Glen Ross
These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you they're gold, and you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you would be throwing them away. They're for closers.
PUT THAT COFFEE DOWN! Coffee is for closers!
All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me.
You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?
You want to know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate.
You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead.
American Psycho
Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can't remember maybe a model, but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, meet me at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
I want you to clean your vagina.
A Few Good Men
Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
I run my unit how I run my unit. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4000 Cubans who are trained to kill me, so don't think for one second that you can come down here, flash a badge, and make me nervous.
Absolutely. My answer is I don't have the first damn clue. Maybe he was an early riser and liked to pack in the morning. And maybe he didn't have any friends. I'm an educated man, but I'm afraid I can't speak intelligently about the travel habits of William Santiago. What I do know is that he was set to leave the base at 0600. Now, are these the questions I was really called here to answer? Phone calls and foot lockers? Please tell me that you have something more, Lieutenant. These two Marines are on trial for their lives. Please tell me their lawyer hasn't pinned their hopes to a phone bill.
End scene.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
34 to 36
I'm not so sure how to go about this. But I have a dilemma.
See, this is kind of the first time this has happened to me. And I want to nip it in the bud now before it's too late.
What am I talking about you ask?
Well, it has come to my attention that I, El Padrino, have put on a few pounds.
Coming from a kid who used to rock a strong six pack it's alarming.
So I bought a bike.
But since my fucking shithole job sucks the blood from my brain I find it hard to rise up at 5:30 am and ride that damn thing. But when I do it's all positive. My routine is to ride the bike about a mile or so to a specific park and treat that park like a gym. Do some chin ups, push ups, stretch out the muslces and other various core excercies. About 45 minutes. Productive but again, waking up is the hardest part.
Part two of my crisis is my diet. I should probably stop eating 4 slices of pizza. I may want to tone down the desserts and I may want to stop eating lunch portions the size of Gaum. Just a thought.
Now I know food. And I know what's good for you and whatnot but with all the fads out there I'm a bit lost. There is no way I am giving up all carbs. So that's out. And one more thing. This diet has to include the daily consumption of beer (and wine). Because if you think for one second that I will be switching to some pussy lite beer or that I will stop drinking beer totally just for some diet your are on crack cocaine.
So if there is no diet out there that can meet my terms I will be forced to use my "knowledge of a little about everything" and create my own. Patent it, write 6 million books, become rich and become the poor man's John Basedow.
See, this is kind of the first time this has happened to me. And I want to nip it in the bud now before it's too late.
What am I talking about you ask?
Well, it has come to my attention that I, El Padrino, have put on a few pounds.
Coming from a kid who used to rock a strong six pack it's alarming.
So I bought a bike.
But since my fucking shithole job sucks the blood from my brain I find it hard to rise up at 5:30 am and ride that damn thing. But when I do it's all positive. My routine is to ride the bike about a mile or so to a specific park and treat that park like a gym. Do some chin ups, push ups, stretch out the muslces and other various core excercies. About 45 minutes. Productive but again, waking up is the hardest part.
Part two of my crisis is my diet. I should probably stop eating 4 slices of pizza. I may want to tone down the desserts and I may want to stop eating lunch portions the size of Gaum. Just a thought.
Now I know food. And I know what's good for you and whatnot but with all the fads out there I'm a bit lost. There is no way I am giving up all carbs. So that's out. And one more thing. This diet has to include the daily consumption of beer (and wine). Because if you think for one second that I will be switching to some pussy lite beer or that I will stop drinking beer totally just for some diet your are on crack cocaine.
So if there is no diet out there that can meet my terms I will be forced to use my "knowledge of a little about everything" and create my own. Patent it, write 6 million books, become rich and become the poor man's John Basedow.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
beer and meat
Democrats make me sick
what does this guy know that we dont
My beer rotation currently looks like this:
Corona (summertime), Sam Adams summer ale, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, Brooklyn 55' Pennant Ale, Brooklyn Lager, DAB (Dortmunder), and Peroni.
The fucking news is depressing out there.
Now I really don't read but I bought this book because i enjoy travel and travelling and I would like to hit up many many places. I recommend it.
1000 places to see before you die
They got some cool shit in here And even though I'm more interested in what I can do in the states I do want to get around to Italy, every island I can see and Europe (and Australia).
Fuck the muslim shit I want no part of that.
Mama En Feugo (who's linked on the right) is into photography. So this link is for her.
cool nyc phot blog, just keep hitting previous to see more pics
fur dem texas boys that think ny aint got good bbq
i can get anything, i repeat, ANYTHING in nyc
this harry potter shit is nuts, i've never seen any of these movies
should I? isnt it for the chitlins?
man a chipwhich sounds real good right about now
what does this guy know that we dont
My beer rotation currently looks like this:
Corona (summertime), Sam Adams summer ale, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, Brooklyn 55' Pennant Ale, Brooklyn Lager, DAB (Dortmunder), and Peroni.
The fucking news is depressing out there.
Now I really don't read but I bought this book because i enjoy travel and travelling and I would like to hit up many many places. I recommend it.
1000 places to see before you die
They got some cool shit in here And even though I'm more interested in what I can do in the states I do want to get around to Italy, every island I can see and Europe (and Australia).
Fuck the muslim shit I want no part of that.
Mama En Feugo (who's linked on the right) is into photography. So this link is for her.
cool nyc phot blog, just keep hitting previous to see more pics
fur dem texas boys that think ny aint got good bbq
i can get anything, i repeat, ANYTHING in nyc
this harry potter shit is nuts, i've never seen any of these movies
should I? isnt it for the chitlins?
man a chipwhich sounds real good right about now
Thursday, July 05, 2007
keep the juice loose
In light of Chesnut's astounding 66 dogs in 12 minutes I was perusing this site IFOCE .
Competitive eating is awesome.
That site produced the following Wikipedia searches.
Shoo-Fly Pie
Turduckens
Mince Pie
Kolaches
Jiaozi
Horseshoe sandwich
Fry bread
I'm disgusted but happy.
Carry on.
Competitive eating is awesome.
That site produced the following Wikipedia searches.
Shoo-Fly Pie
Turduckens
Mince Pie
Kolaches
Jiaozi
Horseshoe sandwich
Fry bread
I'm disgusted but happy.
Carry on.
66 hot dogs but
First let's congratulate Joey Chestnut on bringing back the Mustard Belt to USA!
4th of july used to be my favorite holiday
Until of course Rudolph Giuliani became mayor and vowed to wipe the city clean of fireworks. This had every cop hopped up to bust hard working men for trafficking jumping jacks.
It was a despicable law. For as far back as I can remember I lit fireworks on the 4th of july.
Little shit, nothing crazy. You know, some whistlers, saturn missles, assorted cakes, fountains, firecrackers, pinwheels and helicopters. My pops used to bring home garbage bags full and we used to go down to my unc's house and light every last one of them. Those days are long gone.
I'll leave you with some firework pics. These are the one's live from NY, which is televised on NBC across the country.
Courtesy of Gothamist blog
4th of july used to be my favorite holiday
Until of course Rudolph Giuliani became mayor and vowed to wipe the city clean of fireworks. This had every cop hopped up to bust hard working men for trafficking jumping jacks.
It was a despicable law. For as far back as I can remember I lit fireworks on the 4th of july.
Little shit, nothing crazy. You know, some whistlers, saturn missles, assorted cakes, fountains, firecrackers, pinwheels and helicopters. My pops used to bring home garbage bags full and we used to go down to my unc's house and light every last one of them. Those days are long gone.
I'll leave you with some firework pics. These are the one's live from NY, which is televised on NBC across the country.
Courtesy of Gothamist blog
Monday, July 02, 2007
shower me with gifts minions
Yesterday was the baby shower. Got lots of shit. High chairs, swings, tubs, diapers and all that shit. Great job by all. I would have liked maybe some new grilling tongs or a couple of polo's but hey I understand it's not for me. Looking at the pile of stuff in the empty room in my apartment is making me realize we dont have much time life. Nervous? No. More like aniticipating.
Anyway while the View was at the shower I put on a bbq back at Unc's house for the fellas. It was glorious. Hot, but glorious. Here's a pic.
No we didnt eat raw Italian sausage. I cooked them. Menu was S&P (sausage and peppers), polish kilebasa and brats. For dinner later that afternoon when the ladies came back we had filet mignons, grilled red taters, string bean salad, pasta salad, cayenne shrimp, a couple of focaccia's and rigatoni carbonara.
A+.
First of the the S&P was off the meat rack hotter than a Biggie track. If food were used as currency I'd use the S&P has fifty dollar bills. Yup. Grant's son.
So Corona's, Stella's some red sangria and regular red wine were the beverage options. All that was missing were some waitresses. If they would work for S&P maybe I'd hire them next time.
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