Astute Propeller Skies readers will remember about a week ago some dumbass asked me to help him. Just the other day, his white trash girlfriend, who is totally hot in a trailer trash kind of way and with whom he apparently shares a car, asked to borrow a pair of pliers. I lied and told her I did not have any. These new broke-ass neighbors with a bootleg car are really starting to piss me off.
Saturday, I attended Draft on Taft with recurring Propeller Skies characters Lisa and Kara. This was a swell event that reminded me of a college fraternity party, except during the daylight and outside. Highlights of the event included a woman wearing a bandanna as a top and plenty of beer. There was also a cover band, but unfortunately yelling, “Freebird,” is not the same without C-Dogg. Also, the event could certainly use a better beer sponsor next year, like Sweetwater. I highly recommend this event; do not miss it next year.
Q: What is better than one hot chick with a guitar?
A: Two hot chicks with guitars!
I went to see Tiger! Tiger! at The Earl last Friday evening. The show started off slow, but after the first few songs the band began to loosen up. Towards the end of the show the band invited a special guest musician, identified only as Superfox, to join them. She totally kicked ass on guitar and played flawlessly with the band. I highly recommend catching a Tiger! Tiger! show, they rule.
By the way, if anyone associated with Tiger! Tiger! happens to read this, it sure would be nice if the band had some XXL shirts for sale.
Last week, I stopped by Improv in the Park. On the way to the event, menacing dark grey clouds seemed ready to unleash a deluge at any minute. I went to the event anyway, figuring no one would show up because everyone in Atlanta is under the impression they will melt in the rain. After I arrived in the park, it did sprinkle for a little bit.
The first improv act was somewhat funny. After their routine, I stood up during intermission and was surprised to find a decent crowd had shown up.
This was an all right event, but the location last year on Pond Clara Meer was much better. Also, unlike last year, when recurring Propeller Skies character Jim and I saw a boob, no breasts were exposed. Despite the disappointing location and lack of nudity this year, I recommend this event.
Back in January, I found a Fujinar 28mm f/2.8 lens on eBay. For the $25.00 I paid for it, this lens is a totally bitchin’ deal. Sharpness is all right, every properly focused photograph has come out with plenty of detail. The old school manual focus feel is top-notch and far better than any modern auto focus lens. This lens complements my Fujica STX-1 very well.
Examples of photographs taken with this lens and my Fujica STX-1 include the Alexander Family Monument and Twelve Atlantic Station. I highly recommend the Fujinar 28mm f/2.8 lens.
I once wrote an email explaining why alcohol was better than women. I hereby take that back, my car is way better than both. I highly recommend the Acura RSX Type-S.
I look too nice. This is a problem, because it causes stupid people to ask me to help them. Therefore, I am considering getting a tattoo of an angry rat with giant fangs on my face.
The other day, when I arrived home from work some random guy who looked like a not particularly successful drug dealer asked me for a jump. I responded in the negative. He then offered me $10. I said no for the tenth time and wondered why this dumbass did not just call triple motherfucking A like a normal person.
There are several things that would have increased his chances of getting a positive response. I still would not have helped out, because I am a dick like that, but I would have considered it. First, the simple act of putting a shirt on would have improved his situation. Second, being an attractive woman would have definitely improved the odds. Third, plenty of cleavage would have made it tough for me to say no. But in the end I still would have said no, because I am a lazy prick.
A few days ago, I ran across an article about Rachael Ray on Slate. Normally, I would not waste valuable porn surfing time reading about cooking, but this one included a photograph of Rachael Ray. And she is hot. After further internet research, I discovered these photos of Rachael Ray. If I met a woman that hot and she cooked while wearing similar outfits, my opposition to matrimony would be reconsidered.
Saturday, lured in by the promise of cheap gas, I stopped at a BP station to fill up. After getting out of my car, I noticed a sign on the pump that read, “Out of gas. Sorry for the inconvenience. The management.” What the fuck? How does a damn gas station run out of gas? That would be like McDonalds running out of french fries. Idiots.
In college, it was not a party until someone threw up.
In my mid twenties, it was not a party until midgets arrived.
Last Saturday at C-dogg’s country estate, the bar was raised yet again. Now, it is not a party until people bump uglies on the couch in the garage.