There was a clown incident this weekend at the bar where I spent a good portion of my Saturday.
Lost among the ruckus (and my series of mildly incoherent tweets) was this gem of a gentleman. If you look close I think you can tell that his bandolier is packed with those little CO2 cartridges you’d use to do whip-its.
I won’t even ask you to explain yourself, San Francisco… You win this round by TKO.
Not a bad Saturday. Beer and comics in one of my favorite bars.
I’m re-reading Kabuki: The Alchemy after a long time away from comics and it’s kicking me in the brain so fucking hard right now.
More on that later… Maybe.
I’m keeping a semi-hourly log of sorts in an effort to better track the effects and side effects of some medication that I’m taking.
This is an entry from Monday…
I can already tell that this project is going to pay off big time.
When I get home the keys go on the monkey.
This has become and internal code word for my own sanity and security. If “the keys are on the monkey” everything is ok.
At the moment the keys are physically on the monkey, but figuratively speaking they couldn’t be farther away.
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The most important shelf in my apartment.
My Bukowski shelf got posted to a Buk blog that I follow. Cool.
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I’m 100% sure that boutique could have picked a better name.
Yeah, because “The Dress Barn” has much better connotations.
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How I spent my New Years Day.
My friend and yours Mat organized a little New Years Day swim in the Pacific. It was cold and amazing and I met a bunch of really great people. Thanks Mat.
If you watch this video all the way to the end you’ll see me enter stage right doing the standard “fat guy shorts tug”. Other people were running. I was not interested in running because I SAW the cameraman lurking and no one needs to see me in that much motion.
Hopefully this will become a yearly thing (frankly I’d like to do it monthly, but that’s just me). You should join us next year.
Noon. Ocean Beach. New Years day. Who else is in?I like the ocean. I love living by the ocean. And I especially love getting in the ocean. So why not jump in the ocean on New Year’s Day? It seems like a great way to start the year off right, right?
I mentioned something about doing this on Twitter several weeks ago, and was amazed how many…
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