Sunday, January 14, 2007
Bitching about the weather, please ignore
How's everybody doin' today? Good, good, glad to here it. Me? I'm cold and miserable, thanks for asking. It's been sleeting for the last three days, and now it's freezing rain. God damned ridiculous. Just gimme some snow. Snow I can deal with. You can scrape snow off of roads, what the fuck can you do with ice? Nothin', that's what. God damned ridiculous.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
My Weekend Adventure Part 5
Tuesday, January 9, 11:10 pm
Here we are two days later, and I think I’m finally going to finish this damned thing. Where were we? Ah, yes, Sunday afternoon.
Jeremy dropped me off at Aunt Patty and Uncle Barry’s (not my aunt and uncle, Tony’s [and a big shout out to them, for letting us crash]) where I met up with Tony and Josh. After I regaled them with stories from the most awesome strip club ever, we headed up stairs for a fine home cooked meal, and as much booze as we could pack in before the show. Dinner consisted of spaghetti, with turkey sausage and marinara sauce, and a portabella mushroom lasagna. The lasagna, I didn’t try due to my extreme dislike of mushrooms, but that turkey sausage was killer.
We drank until our cab showed up (we is safe drinkers), and then got on our way to New Year’s Revolution. Our cabbie was hella cool, he really liked wrestling, and he even agreed to meet us after the show so we didn’t have to try and get somebody else. Once we got in the show we bought some more beers, and jumped in our seats, which just happened to be fucking great. We were about mid way up the first section off the floor, just opposite hard camera (the main camera angle), which means we were probably on TV quite a bit (I haven‘t checked yet), and we had a great view. The show was awesome, it featured a couple of really great matches, including my first live cage match. By the end of the first match, I could already feel my voice slipping from all of the screaming I was doing. I talked to Josh just this morning, and he can barely speak he’s still so hoarse. We started some great chants that seemed to entertain all the people around us, but none of them would join in. At one point Josh and I (Tony was getting more beer) were bowing down to the awesomeness that is Ric Flair, and he pointed into the stands, right at us. All in all it was a great time. A really good show, from the best seats we’ve ever had. After the ride home, we started to watch Idiocracy, but I couldn’t stay awake for it. The next morning Josh and Tony got up, I would follow shortly after noon, and we headed home. I spent most of the car ride typing up Part 4 of this beast, and then we were finally back home. My weekend adventure had ended, but thankfully I have a couple of days to recover from it before I have to head back to work.
Here we are two days later, and I think I’m finally going to finish this damned thing. Where were we? Ah, yes, Sunday afternoon.
Jeremy dropped me off at Aunt Patty and Uncle Barry’s (not my aunt and uncle, Tony’s [and a big shout out to them, for letting us crash]) where I met up with Tony and Josh. After I regaled them with stories from the most awesome strip club ever, we headed up stairs for a fine home cooked meal, and as much booze as we could pack in before the show. Dinner consisted of spaghetti, with turkey sausage and marinara sauce, and a portabella mushroom lasagna. The lasagna, I didn’t try due to my extreme dislike of mushrooms, but that turkey sausage was killer.
We drank until our cab showed up (we is safe drinkers), and then got on our way to New Year’s Revolution. Our cabbie was hella cool, he really liked wrestling, and he even agreed to meet us after the show so we didn’t have to try and get somebody else. Once we got in the show we bought some more beers, and jumped in our seats, which just happened to be fucking great. We were about mid way up the first section off the floor, just opposite hard camera (the main camera angle), which means we were probably on TV quite a bit (I haven‘t checked yet), and we had a great view. The show was awesome, it featured a couple of really great matches, including my first live cage match. By the end of the first match, I could already feel my voice slipping from all of the screaming I was doing. I talked to Josh just this morning, and he can barely speak he’s still so hoarse. We started some great chants that seemed to entertain all the people around us, but none of them would join in. At one point Josh and I (Tony was getting more beer) were bowing down to the awesomeness that is Ric Flair, and he pointed into the stands, right at us. All in all it was a great time. A really good show, from the best seats we’ve ever had. After the ride home, we started to watch Idiocracy, but I couldn’t stay awake for it. The next morning Josh and Tony got up, I would follow shortly after noon, and we headed home. I spent most of the car ride typing up Part 4 of this beast, and then we were finally back home. My weekend adventure had ended, but thankfully I have a couple of days to recover from it before I have to head back to work.
My Weekend Adventure Part 4
Monday, January 8, 12:20 pm
Obviously the blog I was trying to keep up completely fell apart. I gotta tell you, I’m not surprised. Most of the time I’m just not that good at keeping up with these things. Despite all that, I’m going to update you on the last couple of days, or at least what I remember of it. Friday wasn’t a terribly exciting day, mostly just hanging out. Jeremy and I had lunch at an Indian buffet and stuffed ourselves silly. After that we hit up a couple of local comic shops, including Pop Culture Comix, and B-Bop Comics. Clint’s Comics is right across the street from B-Bop, and even though it looked like the better shop from what little I saw, we ran short of time and didn’t have time to check it out fully. As we were leaving Pop Culture, I saw the funniest thing I would see all weekend, and probably one of the top ten funniest things I’ve seen in my whole life.
There was an Airsoft BB gun store right next to the comic shop that Jeremy wanted to check out. He ended up talking with the guy that ran for a bout twenty minjutes about all things guns, and purchased a ”Lara Croft Gun” for his photo reference purposes. The front door of the store was a little weird, it actually shared a door to the street, and small vestibule with the store next door, The door to the vestibule had a big plate glass window right next to it, and through said window, the door to the street was plainly visible. As we were leaving, Jeremy was checking the contents of his bag, and walked into the window harder than I’ve ever seen before first person. You know how usually a persons foot hit’s the window first and they realize what they’re about to do and pull back at least a little? Well that didn’t happen at all. Jeremy was bent over a little looking in his bag, and took the full force of his momentum right in the face. I started laughing hysterically, and couldn’t even ask if he was alright. I could see the glass shaking from the impact, and once the vibrations quelled I could make out an oily imprint of Jer’s entire face on the window. He backed up, dazed, and groggily muttered “I’m allright, I’m all right”, which sent me laughing even harder, and we raced out the door. By the time we made it to the car I was laughing so hard I could barely breath, and I was crying quite a bit. Even as I sit here typing, I keep breaking out in fits of laughter, and the other guys in the car keep looking at me weird. Once we were in the car Jeremy told me that he could feel the whole impact in slow mation, as each of his facial features hit the glass. First his eyebrow, which took the brunt of the impact (and ended up with a visible welt), then his glasses being shoved crooked as his nose was crushed sideways, and finaly his mouth and chin making impact just before his reflexes kicked in and he pulled back. I told every single person we ran into for the rest of the weekend about the incident, and could barely contain my laughter with each subsequent retelling.
After all that excitement we went to the Glenwood Arts Theatre to see Perfume, after which my folks took us to Jack Stack for some friggin awesome barbeque. We ended the night by heading to Seth’s house and palying some poker with him, Clay and Tony. Not the most exciting day, but we ate tons, and generally had a good time.
Saturday started early (comparatively), as we hit the road on our way to Astro Kitty in Lawrence, for the big Atomic Revolver coming out party and signing. Atomic Revolver is a loose studio consisting of three writers (Jason Aaron, B. Clay Moore, and Seth Peck), and three artists (Jeremy Haun, Jason Latour, and Tony Moore). Only Latour wasn’t able to make it to the signing (his nomadic ways had led him elsewhere), everyone else was there, pimping their books, and havin’ a good ol’ time. Astro Kitty is a pretty sweet little store. Despite it’s small size it is packed full of stuff, and run by a cool and knowledgeable staff. I dropped Joel (the owner/operator) a few copies of Abe and G-Dub, so if you’re in the Lawrence area, stop by and tell the folks hey, and pick up a copy of my book!
After the signing, we all went out to dinner, before splitting into two distinct groups. Those who wanted to go to a strip club, and those who did not. I, of course, was a member of the former. Five of us ended up going to the club, after the long and arduous task of actually finding it. Our hunt, however, was well worth it. The club we ended up at is called The Outhouse, and it’s not nearly as bad as it’s name might imply. It is, in fact, the coolest strip club that I’ve ever been to. First, it’s a B.Y.O.B. club, that means bring your own booze for the uninitiated. Despite the fact that it’s merely a juice bar, you can literally walk in to the club with a bottle of whiskey in your hand, which I did. The dancers get fully nude on stage, and $20 will get you a topless full touch lap dance, $30 gets a full nude full touch private dance in the back. You might expect, as we did, to find a lot of skanky, ugly chicks at the little club in the middle of nowhere, but just like us, you would be wrong. In fact, most of the girls there had previously worked at the big “classy” joint in Kansas City, before moving it out to the country for the big bucks that full nude brings in. One of the girls in particular was literally the best pole dancer in the state. Seriously, apparently they have statewide competitions for such things, and she won. I honestly have no desire to go to any other strip club again. There’s just no need. After the experience of the Outhouse, no other club will ever measure up.
I woke up Sunday with a little bit of a hangover, but knocked it out quickly with a couple of Redbulls and a cappuccino. Jeremy and I headed over to Clay’s house to pick up a couple of things, and say our goodbyes. Afterward, we headed by PF Chang’s for lunch, and I got some of the strongest ginger beer I’ve ever had. I like ginger, and ginger beer, but this stuff was STRONG. I drank about half of it with no problem, but it got to the point where I had to take a bite of food inbetween swigs, just to give my taste buds a rest. After lunch, we went on another driving quest, this time to find my friend Tony’s aunt and Uncle’s house. It took us about an hour, and at one point we actually ended up on the completely opposite side of town. Eventually we got there (and here’s a big public thank you to Jeremy for running me around all weekend) Jeremy and I parted ways and the second half of my adventure began, but that’s a story for another time.
Obviously the blog I was trying to keep up completely fell apart. I gotta tell you, I’m not surprised. Most of the time I’m just not that good at keeping up with these things. Despite all that, I’m going to update you on the last couple of days, or at least what I remember of it. Friday wasn’t a terribly exciting day, mostly just hanging out. Jeremy and I had lunch at an Indian buffet and stuffed ourselves silly. After that we hit up a couple of local comic shops, including Pop Culture Comix, and B-Bop Comics. Clint’s Comics is right across the street from B-Bop, and even though it looked like the better shop from what little I saw, we ran short of time and didn’t have time to check it out fully. As we were leaving Pop Culture, I saw the funniest thing I would see all weekend, and probably one of the top ten funniest things I’ve seen in my whole life.
There was an Airsoft BB gun store right next to the comic shop that Jeremy wanted to check out. He ended up talking with the guy that ran for a bout twenty minjutes about all things guns, and purchased a ”Lara Croft Gun” for his photo reference purposes. The front door of the store was a little weird, it actually shared a door to the street, and small vestibule with the store next door, The door to the vestibule had a big plate glass window right next to it, and through said window, the door to the street was plainly visible. As we were leaving, Jeremy was checking the contents of his bag, and walked into the window harder than I’ve ever seen before first person. You know how usually a persons foot hit’s the window first and they realize what they’re about to do and pull back at least a little? Well that didn’t happen at all. Jeremy was bent over a little looking in his bag, and took the full force of his momentum right in the face. I started laughing hysterically, and couldn’t even ask if he was alright. I could see the glass shaking from the impact, and once the vibrations quelled I could make out an oily imprint of Jer’s entire face on the window. He backed up, dazed, and groggily muttered “I’m allright, I’m all right”, which sent me laughing even harder, and we raced out the door. By the time we made it to the car I was laughing so hard I could barely breath, and I was crying quite a bit. Even as I sit here typing, I keep breaking out in fits of laughter, and the other guys in the car keep looking at me weird. Once we were in the car Jeremy told me that he could feel the whole impact in slow mation, as each of his facial features hit the glass. First his eyebrow, which took the brunt of the impact (and ended up with a visible welt), then his glasses being shoved crooked as his nose was crushed sideways, and finaly his mouth and chin making impact just before his reflexes kicked in and he pulled back. I told every single person we ran into for the rest of the weekend about the incident, and could barely contain my laughter with each subsequent retelling.
After all that excitement we went to the Glenwood Arts Theatre to see Perfume, after which my folks took us to Jack Stack for some friggin awesome barbeque. We ended the night by heading to Seth’s house and palying some poker with him, Clay and Tony. Not the most exciting day, but we ate tons, and generally had a good time.
Saturday started early (comparatively), as we hit the road on our way to Astro Kitty in Lawrence, for the big Atomic Revolver coming out party and signing. Atomic Revolver is a loose studio consisting of three writers (Jason Aaron, B. Clay Moore, and Seth Peck), and three artists (Jeremy Haun, Jason Latour, and Tony Moore). Only Latour wasn’t able to make it to the signing (his nomadic ways had led him elsewhere), everyone else was there, pimping their books, and havin’ a good ol’ time. Astro Kitty is a pretty sweet little store. Despite it’s small size it is packed full of stuff, and run by a cool and knowledgeable staff. I dropped Joel (the owner/operator) a few copies of Abe and G-Dub, so if you’re in the Lawrence area, stop by and tell the folks hey, and pick up a copy of my book!
After the signing, we all went out to dinner, before splitting into two distinct groups. Those who wanted to go to a strip club, and those who did not. I, of course, was a member of the former. Five of us ended up going to the club, after the long and arduous task of actually finding it. Our hunt, however, was well worth it. The club we ended up at is called The Outhouse, and it’s not nearly as bad as it’s name might imply. It is, in fact, the coolest strip club that I’ve ever been to. First, it’s a B.Y.O.B. club, that means bring your own booze for the uninitiated. Despite the fact that it’s merely a juice bar, you can literally walk in to the club with a bottle of whiskey in your hand, which I did. The dancers get fully nude on stage, and $20 will get you a topless full touch lap dance, $30 gets a full nude full touch private dance in the back. You might expect, as we did, to find a lot of skanky, ugly chicks at the little club in the middle of nowhere, but just like us, you would be wrong. In fact, most of the girls there had previously worked at the big “classy” joint in Kansas City, before moving it out to the country for the big bucks that full nude brings in. One of the girls in particular was literally the best pole dancer in the state. Seriously, apparently they have statewide competitions for such things, and she won. I honestly have no desire to go to any other strip club again. There’s just no need. After the experience of the Outhouse, no other club will ever measure up.
I woke up Sunday with a little bit of a hangover, but knocked it out quickly with a couple of Redbulls and a cappuccino. Jeremy and I headed over to Clay’s house to pick up a couple of things, and say our goodbyes. Afterward, we headed by PF Chang’s for lunch, and I got some of the strongest ginger beer I’ve ever had. I like ginger, and ginger beer, but this stuff was STRONG. I drank about half of it with no problem, but it got to the point where I had to take a bite of food inbetween swigs, just to give my taste buds a rest. After lunch, we went on another driving quest, this time to find my friend Tony’s aunt and Uncle’s house. It took us about an hour, and at one point we actually ended up on the completely opposite side of town. Eventually we got there (and here’s a big public thank you to Jeremy for running me around all weekend) Jeremy and I parted ways and the second half of my adventure began, but that’s a story for another time.
My Weekend Adventure Part 3
Friday, January 5, 12:15 pm
Last night we watched Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon, and it was bad. I mean really bad. If you don’t already know, it stars a pair of one-named-no-current-career-havin’ folks. Taimak, and former Prince protégé Vanity. Taimak’s acting, even if intentionally wooden, is beyond bad, but his kung-fu is strong. The only redeeming part of the whole thing was “Sho’nuff, The Shogun of Harlem”, the guy was very charismatic, and had some awesome entrances. He and his entourage hadsome of the best costumes in the flick, even his painted football pads.
We don’t particularly have any plans for today, but it looks like we’re heading to an Indian buffet for lunch, and a movie afterward. Apparently Pan’s Labyrinth isn’t playing in town, so we’re going to see Perfume instead, I think it looks really cool, and I’m excited to see it on the big screen, since I’m almost certain it will never come to Joplin. This evening I’m sure we’ll hang out with Clay, Jason, and Seth, I don’t know what the plan is there, but there was talk of poker last night.
I awoke this morning to the knocking of the maid, and from there Jeremy immediately jumped online to seek out the latest celebrity gossip. Here it is. WARNING!!! This is probably the only time, ever, that you’ll find such things on this blog. Apparently, K-Fed has been trying to hook up with Lindsay Lohan since the break up with Britney. Good old Lindsay though, she’s havin’ none of it. Yes, this is seriously the mind expanding information I started my day with. I hope you feel enlightened.
Last night we watched Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon, and it was bad. I mean really bad. If you don’t already know, it stars a pair of one-named-no-current-career-havin’ folks. Taimak, and former Prince protégé Vanity. Taimak’s acting, even if intentionally wooden, is beyond bad, but his kung-fu is strong. The only redeeming part of the whole thing was “Sho’nuff, The Shogun of Harlem”, the guy was very charismatic, and had some awesome entrances. He and his entourage hadsome of the best costumes in the flick, even his painted football pads.
We don’t particularly have any plans for today, but it looks like we’re heading to an Indian buffet for lunch, and a movie afterward. Apparently Pan’s Labyrinth isn’t playing in town, so we’re going to see Perfume instead, I think it looks really cool, and I’m excited to see it on the big screen, since I’m almost certain it will never come to Joplin. This evening I’m sure we’ll hang out with Clay, Jason, and Seth, I don’t know what the plan is there, but there was talk of poker last night.
I awoke this morning to the knocking of the maid, and from there Jeremy immediately jumped online to seek out the latest celebrity gossip. Here it is. WARNING!!! This is probably the only time, ever, that you’ll find such things on this blog. Apparently, K-Fed has been trying to hook up with Lindsay Lohan since the break up with Britney. Good old Lindsay though, she’s havin’ none of it. Yes, this is seriously the mind expanding information I started my day with. I hope you feel enlightened.
My Weekend Adventure Part 2
Thursday, January 4, 6:45 pm
Here we are at the hotel, and even though I was hoping to post this blog in somewhat real time, ‘tis not meant to be. The only way to get internet access here is to pay for it, and I’m not paying $10 a day for it here, when I only pay $15 at home for the whole damn month. Regardless, I’ll keep on with the writing, and if I get a chance to post it, I will.
We just left Elite, where Jason Aaron was signing his new book, Scalped. It totally rocks, and you should go out and buy it immediately. Seriously, it’s about a dude on an Indian reservation (The Rez), who starts kicking the local gangster’s asses with his nunchuks. Yeah, nunchuks. Totally fucking awesome.
Now we head to the bar for the after party.
Here we are at the hotel, and even though I was hoping to post this blog in somewhat real time, ‘tis not meant to be. The only way to get internet access here is to pay for it, and I’m not paying $10 a day for it here, when I only pay $15 at home for the whole damn month. Regardless, I’ll keep on with the writing, and if I get a chance to post it, I will.
We just left Elite, where Jason Aaron was signing his new book, Scalped. It totally rocks, and you should go out and buy it immediately. Seriously, it’s about a dude on an Indian reservation (The Rez), who starts kicking the local gangster’s asses with his nunchuks. Yeah, nunchuks. Totally fucking awesome.
Now we head to the bar for the after party.
Monday, January 08, 2007
My Weekend Adventure Part 1
Thursday, January 4, 11:55 am
I’ve just arrived at Jeremy’s house, and he’s still upstairs in the shower. I let myself in to the house, hopefully I don’t scare him too bad when he finally gets down here and finds me. We were supposed to meet at noon by the way. I thought about going upstairs after he was done, but then I remembered what happened to Seth, and I decided it would be better to just stay down here.
I thought about doing a 24 hour comic today. Not the kind you do on 24 Hour Comic Day, the other kind. If you don’t know what it is, it’s doing a quick one panel strip every hour in a 24 hour period. I was introduced to the concept by one of the fellas at Stumblebum Studios. It can be put together into a nice little 24 page mini comic. Anyway, I decided not to do it because a) I really don’t think I’m going to be awake for 24 hours, and b) The first hour strip would have just been me looking up internet porn, and nobody wants to see that. Regardless, I’m going to try and do a couple of strips each day American Elf style. I won’t be able to scan and post anything ‘til I get home, but hey, that’s better than nothing, right?
I see that confused look in your eye (I am big brother). “What the hell is this whole Weekend Adventure thing about anyway?” your asking. Well I’ll tell ya. Jeremy Haun and I are heading to Kansas City for a few days. We’ll be hitting Elite Comics in Overland Park today for Jason Aaron’s Scalped signing. Afterward I think there’s some sort of party or something. Friday we don’t have any particular plans, but we’ll probably see some friends, and catch a movie or something (probably Pan’s Labyrinth). Saturday is the big signing that is the main focus of the trip (at least the part where I’m with Jer), a big signing at Astro Kitty Comics in Lawrence Kansas. Jeremy and the aforementioned Jason Aaron will be there, alongside B. Clay Moore, Seth Peck, and Tony Moore. It’s gonna be sweet. On Sunday, Jeremy will be heading home, but I’ll be sticking around KC, and meeting up with my boys Josh and Tony (not Moore) to head to the WWE pay per view New Year’s Revolution. Last I heard we were going to stay in KC Sunday night and come home sometime on Monday.
More later as the mood strikes me.
I’ve just arrived at Jeremy’s house, and he’s still upstairs in the shower. I let myself in to the house, hopefully I don’t scare him too bad when he finally gets down here and finds me. We were supposed to meet at noon by the way. I thought about going upstairs after he was done, but then I remembered what happened to Seth, and I decided it would be better to just stay down here.
I thought about doing a 24 hour comic today. Not the kind you do on 24 Hour Comic Day, the other kind. If you don’t know what it is, it’s doing a quick one panel strip every hour in a 24 hour period. I was introduced to the concept by one of the fellas at Stumblebum Studios. It can be put together into a nice little 24 page mini comic. Anyway, I decided not to do it because a) I really don’t think I’m going to be awake for 24 hours, and b) The first hour strip would have just been me looking up internet porn, and nobody wants to see that. Regardless, I’m going to try and do a couple of strips each day American Elf style. I won’t be able to scan and post anything ‘til I get home, but hey, that’s better than nothing, right?
I see that confused look in your eye (I am big brother). “What the hell is this whole Weekend Adventure thing about anyway?” your asking. Well I’ll tell ya. Jeremy Haun and I are heading to Kansas City for a few days. We’ll be hitting Elite Comics in Overland Park today for Jason Aaron’s Scalped signing. Afterward I think there’s some sort of party or something. Friday we don’t have any particular plans, but we’ll probably see some friends, and catch a movie or something (probably Pan’s Labyrinth). Saturday is the big signing that is the main focus of the trip (at least the part where I’m with Jer), a big signing at Astro Kitty Comics in Lawrence Kansas. Jeremy and the aforementioned Jason Aaron will be there, alongside B. Clay Moore, Seth Peck, and Tony Moore. It’s gonna be sweet. On Sunday, Jeremy will be heading home, but I’ll be sticking around KC, and meeting up with my boys Josh and Tony (not Moore) to head to the WWE pay per view New Year’s Revolution. Last I heard we were going to stay in KC Sunday night and come home sometime on Monday.
More later as the mood strikes me.
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