Austin
A quick hello and more whining about my erratic posting schedule
09/09/08 05:17 PM Filed in: Misc.
Hey everyone,
I'm still alive. It's just been busy busy busy.
Between receiving guests (who upon arriving in Austin decided to move here - and are apparently doing so), prepping for more guests/quasi-Weisenhimers semi-Austin-reunion thing over Labor Day weekend, and getting work done for the impending corporate event in Orange County, California where I'm not only responsible for putting together all the collateral and giveaway miscellanea, but also hosting duties for the entire event, it's been... well.... pretty busy. So my vanity project website/blog doesn't get any love when paid work and house cleaning are on the agenda. Such is life.
This is a double-punch in the gut since I promised a new facebook acolyte that my next blog post would be a witty essay on how I ruin/overuse certain movie quotes in casual conversation. Clearly I was lying, because I'm penning this stop-gap post.
I'm also cranking out this band aid post because a Cuddler of the Wild variety (otherwise known as WildCuddler on too many porny sites to mention) has just launched his blog, on which I am one of just a few links. This means that his extensive network of hirsute hunks of all varieties will be clicking through and seeing that I haven't updated in quite a while. Bummer. So by way of introduction, here's a picture that will scar you for life:
Sorry the audio is so low. They didn't have stage mics.
So that's all for now. More content coming soon. I'll be time-delayed liveblogging from the three day work conference with pictures of a hotel and me in a suit. Try not to pee your pants with anticipation.
In the meantime, welcome newcomers to docmarvy.com, and please look around. Here and there you'll find some funny stuff. Most of it is stupid. I recommend starting with the After Dark and Cookbook posts. But that's me. Enjoy.
Huzzah
I'm still alive. It's just been busy busy busy.
Between receiving guests (who upon arriving in Austin decided to move here - and are apparently doing so), prepping for more guests/quasi-Weisenhimers semi-Austin-reunion thing over Labor Day weekend, and getting work done for the impending corporate event in Orange County, California where I'm not only responsible for putting together all the collateral and giveaway miscellanea, but also hosting duties for the entire event, it's been... well.... pretty busy. So my vanity project website/blog doesn't get any love when paid work and house cleaning are on the agenda. Such is life.
This is a double-punch in the gut since I promised a new facebook acolyte that my next blog post would be a witty essay on how I ruin/overuse certain movie quotes in casual conversation. Clearly I was lying, because I'm penning this stop-gap post.
I'm also cranking out this band aid post because a Cuddler of the Wild variety (otherwise known as WildCuddler on too many porny sites to mention) has just launched his blog, on which I am one of just a few links. This means that his extensive network of hirsute hunks of all varieties will be clicking through and seeing that I haven't updated in quite a while. Bummer. So by way of introduction, here's a picture that will scar you for life:
That's me holding a pair
of thrift store underpants, Size 50+ Why do they
always put them on hangers? Why? Please tell me. And
are people trying these on? I shudder to think.
The Flight of the Conchords know the misery of
second hand underpants.
And if you missed the Weisenheimers semi-reunion at
the Salvage Vanguard Theater over
Labor Day weekend, and trust me - you did, here's
a clip from the show:
(to set it up, this is a game called "Hesitation"
where we are given a scene to act out - in this case,
a Principal's office - and the audience fills in the
blank when we pause. Think living Mad Lib. You may
have seen something similar at Chicago Comedysports
or the like.)
Sorry the audio is so low. They didn't have stage mics.
So that's all for now. More content coming soon. I'll be time-delayed liveblogging from the three day work conference with pictures of a hotel and me in a suit. Try not to pee your pants with anticipation.
In the meantime, welcome newcomers to docmarvy.com, and please look around. Here and there you'll find some funny stuff. Most of it is stupid. I recommend starting with the After Dark and Cookbook posts. But that's me. Enjoy.
Huzzah
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Photoblogging from Ruby's Bathroom
This previous Friday night I found myself in need of
relief. Not to be indelicate, but anyone who knows me
is painfully aware that I'm a Diet Coke pig. I chug
it. It is my weakness. That said, any night on the
town can be filled with more than a couple visits to
the porcelain convenience. Early in the evening I
found myself at a bar frequented by rugby toughs
called "Nasty's" on Guadalupe. It's a
charming establishment with a good selection of
microbrews on tap and dusty panties, bras,
and... I think they were boxer briefs... hanging
from the ceiling. Once it was time to "break the
seal" as my euphemistically-inclined friends
would say, I headed off to the men's room.
Now I'm not one of those "bashful bladder" types. I have used urinal troughs standing crowded shoulder-to-shoulder with the meanest of hombres. But allow me to tell you right now: there is no way in hell I was using this bathroom. None. It was essentially a black-painted cubicle with a porcelain bowl that you think is a hallway until you realize, nope: that's the men's room.
I'll skip the graphic over-description and get to the meat of the story (foreshadowing!). A member of what is fast becoming my Austin "runnin' crew" suggested that we adjourn to Ruby's BBQ for a post-Nasty's repast. I agreed if for no other reason than to use a bathroom that at least didn't appear to be out of a third world prison.
To my delight, Ruby's (which has very tasty BBQ, by the way) also has a men's room adorned with some of the most delightful found-art sharpie-drawn insanity that I've seen in a bathroom in ages. With iPhone in hand, I snapped a few choice images for you to enjoy here. Salud!
I would love to know how this drawing got started. Just a circle around a dot? Was it just one person who drew the crude "W" and then adorned it with bristling hairs? As a collaborative art project, "Dongs & Ballz" is a resounding success.
BTW, to any of those reading who are not intimately familiar with the male anatomy, it should not look like this. And if you happen upon some that do look like this, back away slowly.
You see... one does not own the chili. One merely rents it.
But for those of you who miss the nuance, there's a Cliff's Notes version beneath.
What candidate would a poorly-rendered legless Warner Brothers cartoon character endorse? The choice is obvious, don't you think?
Unfortunately, Wile E. Coyote is a superdelegate who has already backed Barack.
Somewhere out there a guy named Glen is thrilled that this masterful piece of prose can finally be enjoyed on the internet, where other guys named Glen who read it can stumble drunk into the bathrooms of their local BBQ drinking establishments and write it themselves. All of this made me wonder, however, why do so many guys go to the bathroom with a permanent magic markers?
This is the logo of my new favorite band. I don't know if they are a band, but I want to believe they are, because the logo is that awesome.
Actually, there is a band here in austin called Girl Fart, which is surprisingly poppy (read again" POP-py"), however they have named themselves in such a way that almost assures they will receive no radio play.
Sure, the request is whimsical, but it's also a little romantic.
Why don't we just go to a Sandals resort instead? It's basically the same thing.
For those having a hard time reading drunken nerd scribbles, this reads: Cthulu/Shoggoth '08, Why vote for the lesser of two evils?
In case you're not familiar, Cthulu and Shoggoth are characters from H.P. Lovecrafts Cthulu Mythos, which is some high-end mid century sci-fi literary nerdishness. Just the kind of thing I would expect in a restaurant bathroom on the edge of a college campus. If this were in a bathroom of a truck stop in central Kansas I'd be worried. It should be noted that in ball point beneath this political ad are the words "Fuckin Funny." I second that emotion, good sir.
For the record, I, too, would rather have the giant and evil Cthulu for president than John McCain.
To recap, if you're near 32nd and Guadalupe and want some good BBQ paired with some of the most entertaining bathroom reading available, stop into Ruby's and enjoy.
That's all for the weekend, kiddies.
Huzzah.
Now I'm not one of those "bashful bladder" types. I have used urinal troughs standing crowded shoulder-to-shoulder with the meanest of hombres. But allow me to tell you right now: there is no way in hell I was using this bathroom. None. It was essentially a black-painted cubicle with a porcelain bowl that you think is a hallway until you realize, nope: that's the men's room.
I'll skip the graphic over-description and get to the meat of the story (foreshadowing!). A member of what is fast becoming my Austin "runnin' crew" suggested that we adjourn to Ruby's BBQ for a post-Nasty's repast. I agreed if for no other reason than to use a bathroom that at least didn't appear to be out of a third world prison.
To my delight, Ruby's (which has very tasty BBQ, by the way) also has a men's room adorned with some of the most delightful found-art sharpie-drawn insanity that I've seen in a bathroom in ages. With iPhone in hand, I snapped a few choice images for you to enjoy here. Salud!
I would love to know how this drawing got started. Just a circle around a dot? Was it just one person who drew the crude "W" and then adorned it with bristling hairs? As a collaborative art project, "Dongs & Ballz" is a resounding success.
BTW, to any of those reading who are not intimately familiar with the male anatomy, it should not look like this. And if you happen upon some that do look like this, back away slowly.
You see... one does not own the chili. One merely rents it.
But for those of you who miss the nuance, there's a Cliff's Notes version beneath.
What candidate would a poorly-rendered legless Warner Brothers cartoon character endorse? The choice is obvious, don't you think?
Unfortunately, Wile E. Coyote is a superdelegate who has already backed Barack.
Somewhere out there a guy named Glen is thrilled that this masterful piece of prose can finally be enjoyed on the internet, where other guys named Glen who read it can stumble drunk into the bathrooms of their local BBQ drinking establishments and write it themselves. All of this made me wonder, however, why do so many guys go to the bathroom with a permanent magic markers?
This is the logo of my new favorite band. I don't know if they are a band, but I want to believe they are, because the logo is that awesome.
Actually, there is a band here in austin called Girl Fart, which is surprisingly poppy (read again" POP-py"), however they have named themselves in such a way that almost assures they will receive no radio play.
Sure, the request is whimsical, but it's also a little romantic.
Why don't we just go to a Sandals resort instead? It's basically the same thing.
For those having a hard time reading drunken nerd scribbles, this reads: Cthulu/Shoggoth '08, Why vote for the lesser of two evils?
In case you're not familiar, Cthulu and Shoggoth are characters from H.P. Lovecrafts Cthulu Mythos, which is some high-end mid century sci-fi literary nerdishness. Just the kind of thing I would expect in a restaurant bathroom on the edge of a college campus. If this were in a bathroom of a truck stop in central Kansas I'd be worried. It should be noted that in ball point beneath this political ad are the words "Fuckin Funny." I second that emotion, good sir.
For the record, I, too, would rather have the giant and evil Cthulu for president than John McCain.
To recap, if you're near 32nd and Guadalupe and want some good BBQ paired with some of the most entertaining bathroom reading available, stop into Ruby's and enjoy.
That's all for the weekend, kiddies.
Huzzah.