Friday, May 22, 2009

Outer space

One of the things I will never, and this is a pretty safe bet here boys and girls, I will never be sent into outer space. I was looking at the moon the other night and was thinking to myself - Fuckin A, I know I am afraid of heights but I would never have the opportunity to be sent into outer space and take some steps on the moon.

"Say what you like about the tenets of national socialism, but at least it's an ethos, Dude, but at least it's an ethos." There is a whole culture of people who believe that Armstrong never stepped on the moon. Still to this day; they don't! I mean you have a nationally televised rocket ship launched and it disappears into the sky. Where the fuck do you think it goes? They think it was a stage in Hollywood. Who knows, maybe back then it could have been...

But today, today is different. With all the opportunity present in life to do what you want, be what you want, and live how you want, there fundamentally is the problem that people are denied certain desires after a certain time. I'm not saying I feel like launching myself up to the moon and doing a Mike Jackson, but realistically it would be nice to know that I do have the opportunity...



Moral: One small step...

Keep dancin'

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Breakfast of champions

I'm doggin' it this morning. My feet feel like anchors. Who decides to stay up until 5 in the morning smoking hookah with a good friend discussing politics, life, love, religion, music, cashews, and trees? I do! I do because I love my friends. Nothing like a bottle of Belvie, a couple of finjans, some good honey melon dew star buzz tobacco and Creedance playing while sitting on the porch on a warm spring night.

Well the Belvie may have had some part in warming me up but realistically it was beautiful, relaxing, and deep. I was looking at the trees my father planted in the back yard. I was thinking of something he had once said to me before he passed. Sarvosh - remember, when you leave here, leave something good behind for others to share and enjoy. And here we are, sitting there enjoying it.

The trees have been bearing fruit ever since my father passed and believe you me they are fucking juicy once they go ripe! The sour cherries and the cherries and the apricots and the pears and raspberries...shit I don't know what else the man could have planted back there but he went to town. I miss the tomatoes though, always coming in the back door with those cherry tomatoes telling me to have them all warm...



Moral: A slice of Bulgarian Feta Cheese, some bread, and a few cherry tomatos...ALLLL DAAAAYYYY GUUUUUUUY

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Bang that box....

In the wake of absolutely nothing, I come to you bearing gifts. I bear the gift of music. I haven't been able to stop listening to the song that makes you want to hop up and down. Throw your hands up and wave them around. Do all sorts of body gyrations, and even some thinking....

Thinking you say? Yes, I answer. Yes! Thinking about how house gets your feet moving. I have been moving through the work day with pep in my step as i glide down the hallways getting odd looks from people every so often as they see me in my groove. I mean, it's a bit surreal to think that you can just go through the day listening to a song on repeat but I haven't been able to stop. To think I had stopped listening to house because I got sick of the generic Benny Benassi bass thump...

Admit it, it was a cool song for about 3 minutes and 41 seconds; but this song is just too fucking good. It's simple in that it is direct. She wants you to the bang the box when it's on. Yes a little innuendo is applied but look past that in order to let the beat take control of you. It's too good, it doesn't really matter if you let it or not. It decides that it will....



Moral: Rip that speaker...

keep dancin'

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Want performance?

I'm sitting here enjoying a perfectly good La Aroma De Cuba torpedo natural smoke and watching FX HD. First time Click is being presented on national television. Adam Sandler is always funny, and, of course, Morty (played by Walken) who you want to just hug cause he is so likable in this film. I am totally enjoying it when every two minutes I see this dog humping some duck and tearing it apart.

Wonderful. The comic relief is a dog who takes care of business with an over sized stuffed duck. Seriously, it was pretty funny. And then during each commercial break this company by the name of Extenze decides to buy up at least a 30 second spot. Have any of you see this commercial? Of course, they include many doctors who give it their thumbs up. Two males and one female. Of course, they need a female doctors perspective. It gives authenticity to the statement that these pills not only extend your package but extend the pleasure.

Wow, I thought the little blue pill took care of that already. But this is OTC type shit. How can you go wrong. Three doctors giving you the go ahead to go and pump these pills to get your groove on. They've sold billions of capsules across the world. What could go wrong, right? Not only that; they believe in their product so much that they are willing to give you a weeks supply (which looks like 35 pills = 5 fucking pills a day!) FOR FREE!!!! (small font - just pay shipping)...and their tag line - You've got nothing to lose, but a lot to gain! --- You've gotta be one big dumb-ass to order this stuff...


Extenze Commercial -

Moral: I'll let you know if it works :-P

Keep dancin'...or pumpin'...

Monday, May 18, 2009

Hoop dreams

He shoots! He doesn't score...seemed like that was the redundant action to be had by the starting 5 and the bench. In our house! In our own fuckin house! How do you let them come into the house and take you down? How do you get within five, and then give them a run that puts them up twenty?! The question is important here; not the answer.

In all honesty, did I expect the celtics to win it all this year? Let me answer first that being a fan (short for fanatic), then yes I did expect them to win! In my heart of hearts? No I did not believe that they would have been able to do it considering Doc had an eight man rotation; which he did a phenomenal job guiding this far. I am going somewhere with this rant. I am just bitter to have lost. I sit there, all season, watching tight games; great games. Only to lose? No loss is good of course. but to see the lose like that? I already feel constipated. Really. I feel constipated, discombobulated, frustrated, disappointed, sub-par, and have a taste in my mouth that won't leave no matter how many times I brush...

You're shaking your head at me. I can see you. STOP SHAKING YOUR HEAD! You wonder, how come Sarvosh, how come you can't get that taste out when realistically you believed the Celts wouldn't win? I'll tell you. The only two players that came out to play tonight with heart were Ray-Ray (fierce look on his face) and Veil Scalabrini! FUCKING A RIGHT! AND because of this I have, and I will have heartburn for weeks reminding me of how shitty a taste it was to swallow the loss that we just took. To everyone thinking to tell me their "I told you so"-'s all over my face book or comment wall on this, save it! I will block you and remove you as my friend. No I won't do it. I admit it, good luck Orlando in the Cav's series, because I know Lebron is going to run train with the gang of one that team is all over you...baseball season has officially started for me...



Moral: Fuck the fucking 2 - 3 defense!

Keep dancin' - I'm going to try...