pick it up

I wonder how many jokers are dressed like Joe the Plumber today. Likewise I wonder how many blue collar workers are dressed as the Joker today. My guess is, lots.

I'm boycotting Halloween this year, apparently. I totally forgot to put up my one Halloween decoration, Dapper Skeleton.

I'm not even attempting a costume this year. Being all dressed up with nowhere to go is bad enough when you're just wearing your favorite party shirt, but it's even worse when you're Fat Spiderman.

I haven't any plans tonight, but in a pinch I could pull this off pretty easily. My Halloween rule is that the costume has to include spectacles. And if there's one thing I'm good at, and I mean really good at, it's standing around with my hands in my pockets and smirking.

you forgot rule number 12 of vampire hunting

I had a three day weekend, if you don't count that I worked on Saturday. My weekend was literally packed with action! Thursday night I broke from work just as the sun made it's slow creep down the western sky o'er the lone prairie. The last rays of light shone through the watchtower of the Grand America. What a grand swath of land this is.

Thursday night I did something, but I have no idea what it was. I could take a look at my notes but that feels like cheating. Whatever I did I'm sure it was grand.

Friday morning. What's this?


I donned my poker attire and made my way to a friendly high stakes game of Puerto Rican Rubdown.

Okay you got me. That's not really me playing poker, that's me acting. I was involved in a film shoot for a dramatic poker video. My character's name was "Bryton." He was a successful internet card sharp just now making the leap into the live game. As you can tell from the picture, he's a total bad ass.

Everyone had a good luck card protector thing. Mine was this little car. I fidgeted with it as though it were a computer mouse. Acting.


Good times. Big thx to Bryan for has gib me joerb.

Poker!


Friday night Iris (new Microsuede character) and I went to the Urban Lounge to see a band called the Black Angels. After the show we got our picture taken with the singer.


Saturday night I went back to The Bud after a long exile. Scotty's Halloween collection has multiplied ten fold. The new centerpiece is this screaming radioactive mummy.


From supernatural to supernaturally delicious. Look at this bun. Look at it! Is it not the finest bun you have ever seen? It's flawless. Like Lake Placid on a still autumn day.



"Hey B., do you want to a show tonight? It's this French woma-"

"Yes."

The band is called Yelle. French electro dancy synth music.


"Solt Lek Seetee! Ahhhhh yeu rea-dy teu dahnz?"

Fortunately we were. That's probably why most of us were there.


This girl Julie. She's got stage presence. I think she has a crush on me too.


Oh wait, I've lost track of the where she went. Can someone help me out here?


Ah, thanks Mr. Alien Hands.