Saturday, February 7, 2009

Miso soup...

I got home after a long day of work, took a long hot shower only to get out to a phone call from a friend waiting in my drive way....yeah this night was going to be aggressive...so we head over to J-dizzle's place and start the party off right, 12 cups, 2 ping pong balls, and a glass of Hen-rock on the rocks...ohhhhh yeah guy! I start on fire, rare for me cause I usually can't buy a bucket, i was pushing off and hittin the bottom of the cup only to see the splashes...only to lose in the end after a huge rally from J and Shib-shib....

After about a half a bottle of the hen-rock we head out for the John Stockton's 21st birthday listening to some classic euro hard house. Circles were made, lots of dancing was had, and the night was absolutely a blast. I mean i was on my way to the bathroom and some girl walked up asking if i study capoiera cause...caught me off guard actually. So I diverted, headed over to the bar and we took shot after shot of whatever our awesome bartender Maria was hittin us off with...i mean by the end of the night i could barely see....

I get home, wabbling up the steps laughing at all the craziness that went on during the night, checking facebook messages, replying, more laughing...only to wake up this morning to read how blitzed i was here is the expert from a rock band conversation i was having...

"black hole sun is a bit slow...but im not a guitarist...bwt i got smoeked in pong hard......hard...i;m in the greta sheap ...and i promise i don't suck at ping alwyas...just today, and super bad,.,,,ok bye bye :)"

Anyhow, I wake up with a hangover the size of Big Pussy, head on down to my regular sushi joint and enjoy the sweetest bowl of Miso soup...15 minutes later hangover gone and I smoke a nice Rocky Patel Autumn edition!

Moral: The Henrock is the fuel of the party, the miso is the grease used to clean up the afterwards...

Keep dancin'....I know I will ;-)

Friday, February 6, 2009

A smoke and a chair....

Last night I had a serious game plan...eat, drink, smoke and watch the Celts beat the Fakers at home...I go into Boston to get my cousin from school and head back into town. The drive down storrow was so calming after a long tumultuous day and we discussing what to eat...Italian, Greek, sushi, whatever we settled on Chinese....boneless spare ribs and crab rangoons...wash it down with some ice cold Heinekens, how could you go wrong...

So we get the food and sit down just in time to watch the game. The cigar shop is quiet and we have the TV turned down cause the announcers can't announce shit without picking sides...moving on, i am nearing a food coma when both Dzl and I look at each other and put the forks down for time out and light up an amazing Tatuaje black label robusto....this Nicaraguan delight is really smooth on the palette goes awesome with a Heineken...the tough, rustic, and slightly greasy sun grown dark brown wrapper burns even with a tough ash that won't drop off...I've smoked this at least 8 or 9 times and still haven't gotten all the flavors out of it, from gingers to leather, to nuts...even a hint of cocoa....an amazing full body smoke that any cigar enthusiast should have at least twice...

After such a great high I felt knocked down though, not from the food coma, not from the cigar, not from the pair of beers i threw back...but the Celtics loss...in all honesty the game was phenomenal from beginning to just about the end...the game was close with leads changing and very fierce...let's be real, when Rondo gets into someones face, ahem KOBE, you know you got a good game on your hands...but once KG fouled out on the flop by Fisher, I knew that the game was going to be controlled by the refs...SO HAVE IT YOUR WAY DUDE...




The NBA....Where "CELTICS FAKERS FINALS IN LA" Will Happen!

Moral: 80's short shorts...how much greasier can you really get....

Keep dancin'

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Raging bull

Growing up I was a huge baseball fan...big time into the red sox since I was 5 years old, wade boggs, john valentin, carlos pena, and of course at the time my boy the Rocket Roger Clemens. I used to go into my aunt's driveway put a tire up against the fence, go back about 50 feet and start pitching into the tire. I didn't have any formal training, didn't play in little league, but i could pitch...

True story I struck out my cousin playing wiffle ball. I was nasty, I was the rocket, you can't handle my riser, i come with the thunder...sorry getting off topic living my glory years in hosmer park...so yeah here I am growing up idolizing one of the games best not knowing what he was really up to and how he got there...

As you all know Roger's been indicted under charges of pergury for lying about performance enhancing drugs...however, new shit's come to light man...the pregame routine of Roger...I mean taking steroids was definitely not enough to get you to pitch in the high 90's...no...in fact Roger took it a step further...he would get the spiciest linement rubbed all over his body, and by all over his body i mean his cojones...yeah he had his trainer polish his sack with ultra hot bengay....to the point where "he started snorting like a bull" (see http://www.punditreview.com/2009/01/roger-clemens-bengay/)

Any male athletes out there, you know you pull a groin, rub some bengay on the side, wrap it with an ace bandage, but if a hint of BG hits your nuts you are wincing.....who the fuck in their right mind says..."You know what, today, how about you rub the hottest ben gay all over my nuts, hey Theodore, you listening, what the fuck do they pay you for, you're my physical trainer, start rubbing...........ohhh ohhh that's nice....yeah YEAHHHH....HHHHHMMMMMMFFFFFF HMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFF AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....ok ok stop rubbing my package, i'm ready to pitch now...."



Moral: Ultra greasy super spicy bengay on the berries will get you pitching at least in the mid 80's

Keep dancin'.....if your nuts haven't burnt off yet....

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

VEGAS BABY...VEEEGGGAAASSSSS

The city of sin...the city where beautiful people go to party, drink, swim, dance, get massaged, shop, golf, etc etc etc....i get fired up every time the word vegas is uttered...i mean honestly right now I am picturing taking a red eye right now just so I can see those flashing lights on the way to touchdown...

On the way out of the airport the first thing you see are slot machines already testing your nerves for action...who doesn't slip a quarter, a dollar, f*ck it a 5-spot trying to get lucky even before you leave the airport...

I'll tell you who doesn't...the people that aren't going to vegas!!! MY BOYS FROM WELLS FARGO!!!!! Check out this article http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29015309/

Yeah you read that right...those CEOs/CFOs/COOs/EVOs way up in the corporate ladder had some pair to try and hit up vegas right after they bitch about how broke they are.....well they had to cancel their trip to vegas because my boy President Obama nipped that sh*t in the butt!!!

In fact my boy laid down some more goodies for all these guys that make stupid outrageous money....he capped them....yeah at $500K....none of that 20+ Million bonus sh*t that they were handing out with the money they begged the government for...read all about it at http://www.comcast.net/articles/finance/20090203/Bailout.Executive.Pay/

Moral: Scum-bag higher-ups are not going to run this country any more...President Obama is slowly keeping his promise and I see him giving the grease, i mean the green back to the middle and lower class....

This is a reason to keep dancin'

Wisdom teeth

About 4 or 5 years ago I was having these frustrating headaches in the back of my head from the minute I woke up to the second I fell asleep. This went on for about 3 months and somehow I felt that removing my wisdom teeth would be the solution to all of this.

I set up an an appointment with a surgeon and a couple weeks later I was finally in the operating chair. I didn't care much to be awake for such an awesome procedure so the doctor knocked me out...i thought! About 45 minutes into the operation to remove all 4, I came out of my slumber to blurred vision and the sounding of one of my teeth being cracked open like a walnut.

Awesome right...well I thought so, I raised my hand to asked him a question to which he replied with go back to sleep...yeah I RAISED MY HAND! A while went by and I finally came to and started stumbling around kind of like this kid...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs
(Sorry embedding was disabled)

If that link doesn't work try
http://www.break.com/index/stoned-little-kid-after-dentist-visit.html

Moral: After removing wisdom teeth greasy food is essential, dry foods will cause dry socket (painful experience)...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The end of the MAN Era

Gentlemen,

Last night my Babs used her feminine trickery to get me to go shopping with her, sadly i fell for it. But I am glad I did for today you will have the honor...nay, the pleasure of learning this important lesson, and at the same time save the Era of MAN!


As I am browsing through the aisles of Babies -R-Us, I came upon this disgusting site, a man in a suit Jacket carrying a baby in a pouch sack pack, what the bullshit is this crap: Guys, If ever see a man wearing one of these please slap the shit out of him for he is single handedly destroyed the word that is MAN!

Hold your baby in your arms dammit, have we become so lazy that companies glorify this stupid baby man sack shit crap?

Moral: Don't be this!

Up, Up, Down, Down.....

Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, B, A, SELECT, START!!!!!

That should just about give you 30 lives...for you amatuers who don't know the meaning of a good video game there is the phenomanal classic which can be downloaded and played using a nintendo emulator for your laptops....CONTRA!!!!!!!!!!

Contra was the definition of run and gun, shoot'em up bang bang 3rd person role playing action. It is what kept your eye sharp and helped with the ADHD when the books just were not cutting it. I remember sitting up til all hours of the night drinking liters of soda at a time....eating spoonfuls of nutella....getting scared going into those wierd alien caves thinking something was going to sneak up from behind me...talk about high anxiety...

I would stock up on the spread gun, which was the roided up equivalent of a shotgun, those aliens never stood a chance and I sat up at 4:32am one saturday morning with my arms raised in victory yelling my battle cry....

Only to wake up my parents and get reamed out for being up so late eating junk food....oh yeah....good times....

Moral: Guerrilla warfare at all hours of the night is awesome, grease it up with soda and nutella for high performance action!

Keep dancin'

Monday, February 2, 2009

Legacy of Hrant Dink

Hello everyone and thank you for tuning in today. Heads up, this won't be anything greasy because I feel compelled to speak about this matter. Yesterday I attended an event commemorating the legacy of Baron (Mr. in Armenian) Hrant Dink's work in the recent 12 years (10 plus the two since he was gunned down for his passion).

I listened intently to an esteemed panel and although interesting, minus Digin (Mrs.) Dink's painful story of her husband's loss, lacked fire. It yet seemed to be an Armenian Genocide discussion where wheels were spinning and not much new information was coming out of it. Speaking with some friends, family, and strangers afterwards it appeared I was not alone in my assessment.

Today's post I would like to ask questions rather then give a statement. Let's just say that the Genocide is recognized by the Turkish government and its people. History books in Turkey will have to be re-written, Turkey will have to pay in terms of money and land as well as face. Now my questions to the American Armenians that are fighting for the cause...

What will you do with the money?

Who will coordinate how the money get's used?

What will you do with the land?

Will you point fingers at the Turkish people and continue a grudge then?

Will you work with Turkey to establish a better economic union and work to prosper once again?

Will any American Armenians move to land that Turkey gives back to Armenia?

I find that sometimes we as Armenians have blinders on with this topic; we only see the finish line...I don't every hear anyone talking about what will be done with the money and land...just that we will cross that bridge when we get there...

Well then, I respond to you all with a quote by Howard Ruff - "It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark."

....after the Genocide becomes recognized, what will we do?

In the interest of keeping with this blog's tradition....Keep dancin'


Baron Hrant Dink
Born 09-15-1954
Murdered 01-19-2007