the frogurt is also cursed

Friday. The Avenues. Next to the Haunted Tennis Court. Cold. The facts:

eggnog frozen yogurt = tasty
gorilla costume = neededThe Fall = good movie

I'd say more about The Fall but again Becky has beaten me to the punch. The turnaround time for her blog is much faster than mine.

This, in the stairwell of Becky's apartment:


A dirty magazine, just sitting right on top of the garbage can! When I was 12 I dreamed of finding such a thing. Finally all these years later that wish is fulfilled, and instead of thinking "yes!" and grabbing it (which let's face it, would be gross), all I can think is "well, here's something to mention on the blog."

Saturday, get this. I worked hard. I've made a good life for myself by hardly working, but all last week I was really busting my crackers at the office. And you know? It really felt good. Hahahahaha, no it didn't.

The Punisher: War Zone. The third try at a Punisher movie, and they still can't get it right. I'm baffled at some of the film-makers' choices, including the costume design.

The last time a Punisher movie came out I thought it would be a good date movie. Not really. But I did see it on a date because the gal wanted to hang out and I wasn't all that interested and wanted to see Punisher so why not? Then we ended up dating for like five years. Huh, I thought that would be a better story when I started typing it.

Sunday? More like Extreme Close-ups of Desserts Day.


(apple stuff)


(pecans)

(mint slim shady oatmeal cookies)

(the lazy debutante)

(not sure, and I kind of regret posting that picture now)

(pears)

(becky, with capital)

Everyone is having babies these days, am I right? I met Thandi, the newest member of the Family Gatsby. Look how content she is, all wrapped up in her giraffe blanket.


Hey Thandi, are you excited to meet Uncle Baby Bry?

Nope.

recentings

i've had a busy week. been doing family stuff, and other stuff that isn't family stuff. my idiot brother Sean is in town. we just got into a big argument over whether or not i can post a picture of his tattoo on my blog.

"can i post that picture of your tattoo on my blog?"

"why?"

"iuno."

"will you give me a dollar?"

"no."

"then no, you can't."

"come on."

"no."

"come on."

"no!"

"come on."

"fine, whatever."

"nah forget it, i don't even want to post it anymore."

"okay then, fine."

"but can i?"

"well not anymore!"


remember a few weeks ago when i saw Porter Rockwell's house? did you know Porter has his own Place? on Tuesday me and the fellas went there for steak, but none of us got steak after all. funny how life works sometimes.




Scott got himself a drink called the Silver Queen. he really liked it.

Scott: "is this place haunted?"

Waiter: "no."

the bathroom was eerie though. and the old newspapers lining the wall proved that old adage, "stuff used to be a lot cheaper."

make no mistake. Porter Rockwell was a scary mofo.


Wednesday i went back to Kilby to see a unit called Headlights.

great show! these kids are going places.

Headlights - TV

have you ever seen one of these, whaddya call 'em, babies? they're like puppies, but for humans. my cousin has one. answers to the name of Jonah. i met him for the first time last night and i was amazed by how tiny he was. that's my hand and then his hand there on the left (the smaller of the two).