Saturday, December 19, 2009
Christmas Hamm
Friday, December 11, 2009
Caroling, caroling
Cell phones ring, are you listening,
At the bar, chicks are drinking
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.
Gone away are the blue balls,
Here to stay is the new call
He signals a play,
We enter the fray,
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.
In the alley we can draft a wingman,
and pretend that he is Jackson Browne
He'll say: Are you ready?
We'll say: No man.
But can you get me in
when you're in there?
Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.
At the table, we can have some Stellas,
And pretend that we’re too cool for school
We'll have lots of fun with sloppy drunk chicks,
Until one cock blocks you and knocks you down.
At last call, ain't it thrillin',
Though your nose is a bleedin’
We'll order a round, the ex-wingman’s way,
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Read the labels
These days, dating like grocery shopping involves a lot of reading. The love of your life is rarely content to just be, and instead, should include dozens of labels designating him/her as NATURAL, ORGANIC or the dreaded CAGE-FREE. And even if you know your CERTIFIED from your HUMANELY-RAISED lovers, odds are you still need a PhD to decode most of the other language. So, to make navigating your love life on dating websites a tad easier, here are these labels, defined and explained in terms understandable to humans.
ALL-NATURAL / NATURAL / 100% NATURAL
What it means: In regards to women, NATURAL means the body appears relatively close to its natural state, and often won’t have additives like silicon implants, Botox or pacemakers.
What it really means: With the exception of women, slapping NATURAL on a man is a marketing ploy. Everything about a man essentially derives from nature, so there’s a ton of fudging that can be done. Don’t trust the label, and read every look, grunt and scowl before you date.
CAGE-FREE
What it means: Homeless
What it really means: These people are completely deluded and walk around completely psychotic.
CERTIFIED
What it means: Congratulations! Ex-lovers have acknowledged that your choice is actually worthy of dating.
What it really means: Ex-lovers gave your paramour a grade and a class, and certified that he/she hasn’t been replaced with a billy goat.
ENRICHED / FORTIFIED (Added, Extra, Plus)
What it means: A nutrient (steroid, andro, Viagra, etc.) has been added to your lover. Now, compared to a standard, non-fortified lover, he has at least 10% more of the Daily Value of that nutrient.
What it really means: It varies. A lover can add a ton of Cialis to his game, and set you up for life. Or the same guy can slip a measly 10% andro into his workout, and it barely makes a dent. Read the label to see you’re getting the amount you want.
FREE-RANGE
What it means: A term usually applied to women or as they say in the U.K., birds. FREE-RANGE means birds have access to an outside area. That’s it.
What it really means: Essentially, FREE-RANGE often means birds are raised in a convent, and given a tiny patch of lawn that they rarely, if ever, use. The FREE-RANGE label means virtually their whole lives they have had no human contact. Not even down there.
FRESH
What it means: Pretty much, FRESH men and women are raw and untouched. They have never been frozen by icy stares or warmed by flattery. They also don’t have any preservatives.
What it really means: Hey! This is an actual thing! Who knew? A person labeled FRESH is just about as interesting as belly lint, which is surprisingly not fresh. You pretty much get what you expect. Nice.
GRAIN FED / GRASS FED
What it means: Grain is the primary diet of most Americans. It’s meant to produce fatter people who grow and can be laughed at much faster than nature allows. GRASS FED people (while I’m not sure there’s an official designation) are generally raised entirely on pasture grass, and are also called potheads.
What it really means: While I’m led to believe GRASS FED people are a better lay, I’m actually a little hazy on this one. Can anyone clarify?
GUILT-FREE (Wholesome, Traditional)
What it means: Absolutely nothing.
What it really means: It’s a made-up word to make you want to go on a first date with GUILT-FREE guys. Ignore this category of person entirely.
HEALTHY
What it means: Simply, “A HEALTHY lover must be low in fat and contain limited amounts of neuroses and psychoses.”
What it really means: Wow. As in the case with FRESH, I didn’t know this was an actual thing. I assumed it was a spurious claim made by parents. But it’s actually very real, and leaves little open to interpretation.
HORMONE-FREE
What it means: Nothing. Based on my experience, it can’t be proved.
What it really means: Men and women are supposed to have hormones anyway, so be on the lookout if they claim they don’t.
HUMANELY-RAISED
What it means: In regard to lovers for which it’s meant, almost nothing. It’s not a regulated definition.
What it really means: While there’s some effort by smaller groups to get standards together, it’s not completely there yet. In the meantime, look for the HEALTHY or 100% NATURAL label, which means the people “were allowed to engage in natural behaviors,” had room to move around, had fresh water and a no-hormone/antibiotic diet, and were handled with care during their lives.
LEAN
What it means: LEAN means the guy has less than 10% body fat; women, less than 15%. EXTRA LEAN people go even further than that.
What it really means: I did a lot of research on this a few months ago, and while boobage and butt sizes vary, a LEAN label is good news for anyone other than Sir Mix-a-lot. Look for it, but be careful to check the psychosis content while you’re at it. Some of them could be marathoners and have no time for you.
LIGHT / LITE
What it means: There are two definitions: A) the woman has 50% less fat than her regular equivalent, or B) the guy has 33% less staying power than his regular equivalent.
What it really means: These paramours may be a better choice than their full-fat or full-power version, but it’s not necessarily healthy.
NO ADDED SUGAR
What it means: Women haven’t put any additional sugar to coat their lies.
What it really means: There still may be artificial sweeteners or naturally occurring sugars within their lies. They just don’t need extra sweetness.
NO ARTIFICIAL COLORS, FLAVORS OR PRESERVATIVES
What it means: Your paramour is made entirely from natural ingredients.
What it really means: Well, it depends on your definition of “natural.” Is teeth bleaching natural or anal bleaching, for that matter? What about the Botox around her eyes or his calf lifts? If a date is enriched with more Viagra, does that count? While this label points towards good things, a quick scan of the ingredient list will tell you everything you need to know.
ORGANIC (100% Organic, Made with organic ingredients)
What it means: There are entire books written on the topic, but it boils down to this: 100% ORGANIC people consist entirely of soylent green.
What it really means: Hoo boy. Here we go. The word “organic” is thrown around with some regularity, but parents and ex-lovers never certified that it’s any healthier than ol’ processed people. The label doesn’t guarantee any regulation as fruits and nuts may vary. However, it seems like a general consensus that organic people may be better for you. Proceed with caution.
And that's a wrap. Go forth and love discriminately.
POST SCRIPT. I was so inspired by the silliness of these label designations that I wrote a short story today, also entitled "Read the Labels." Enjoy!
Punchlines
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Final stretch
- add epic battle scenes filled with carnage and gore
- describe forests in such excruciating detail down to kingdom, phylum, class, etc.
- introduce more characters and complexity to the plot, only to purge them once they have served their purpose
- insert footnotes detailing the genealogy of each character (inserting 'begat' in every third word )
- write lyrics and have my characters spontaneously burst into song
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Uluru
Nov 12: Once again, fell behind as life got in the way. There weren't any scenes that I could jump into quickly. (19,698 words)
Nov 13: After procrastinating a little this morning, I knocked out a great battle scene in the water. Hoping at least for an opportunity to put some more writing in at lunch. (21,429 words)
Nov 14: Getting a lot more fight scenes done, which I didn't expect I would enjoy. Need to get 3,500 words done today just to catch up. Goal is to get to 25,000 words today. Ugh. Just thinking about it 1,000 words at a time. (25,032 words)
Nov 15: Finally relaxing into the story and hoping there's enough complexity in the remaining chapters to keep the story interesting. Discovered that I shortchanged some prior chapters so I will definitely need to expand on some of them further. (27,158)
Nov 16: A cooking project sidetracked me this morning, so I only got an hour in this morning. This will require a big push tonight to make sure I stay on track. Did not get far at night. FAIL (27,897 words)
Nov 17: Goal is to get to 30,000 words today. It is strangely surreal to write when you're half asleep. Then to wake up and see what you typed in your stupor - fascinating! (30,095 words)
Nov 18: I'm seriously wondering if this story is too complex. Will probably also need to add more memorable settings as there seems to be too many generic mountains, forests and tunnels described, which could be confusing. (31,760 words)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Steady as she goes
Nov 1: Feels like I can keep writing, but I want to save some excitement for tomorrow. Added some characters I didn't think I would, but not straying too far away from the plot. (2,080 words)
Nov 2: Half way through, the story is taking on added layers of complexity which is very cool. I have to stop now in the morning before work. Hopefully I can get some writing in at the office. Lots of OTN dialog which I hate. (4,186 words)
Nov 3: I should create more drama with the climactic death of Theia. The aftermath is a bit boring, but it helps to introduce the other Titans which I originally didn't think would play a significant role in this story. That's kinda cool. (5,761 words)
Nov 4: Work was super busy and I only had 3 hours of sleep. I squeezed in a couple hours at the office. The plot is expanding within the outline and I still haven't gotten to the Act 1 break. (7,509 words)
Nov 5: Ran out of time at work. Hate being behind now. (8,202 words)
Nov 6: Got a decent amount of writing in, but none of it feels good. A lot of scenes seem functional and I am introducing some story elements that don't make sense relative to the overall plot. (10,227 words)
Nov 7: Well, I don't hate it yet. There are some interesting arguments going on and I'm starting to get some of the stories back on track. Just need to keep focusing on writing two pages per beat and then move on. Just need to trust the outline. (12,054 words)
Nov 8: I am going to give in to the fact that this first draft will be really rough and a lot of things won't make sense. So I will have to refrain from overthinking things and worry about all of that in the editing phase. (14,044 words)
Nov 9: Got through a love scene that went by quickly and almost too easily. May need to tone it down depending on how this book will be marketed. Feels good to be back on schedule. (16,096 words)
Nov 10: Feeling good. Took care of a nagging plothole with a great torture scene that also revealed character. Love it! (17,461 words)
Nov 11: Really fleshed out some problem areas to smooth things over. Some interesting character development. Love when I get into a roll. (19,096 words)
Punchlines
Thursday, October 29, 2009
NaNoWriMo
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Ham radio
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Slate
It cracks me up every time I watch the cooking channel, and there’s some crazy BBQ contest winner gloating over his secret recipe. Some guy will go on and on about a dry rub that’s been passed on to him by his grandma, or another will be standing next to a smoker the size of a mac truck, but I know what’s what. Any recipe can be deconstructed to reveal its secret, and any guy with a smoker is compensating for something less in his life.
What these cooks won’t divulge is what I’ve learned through practiced hands, glazing thousands of pounds of ribs and chicken in search of the perfect bite. Perfection is achieved when you create the exact ratio of sauce to meat. What cooks don’t understand about the science of taste is made up by relying on dry rubs and smokers. But they always fail.
So when Aunt Mae passed on and left me this unassuming brush – this brush that I had seen her apply to Sunday dinner BBQs when I was growing up – I knew I had magic. Its ability to absorb sauce and then apply a consistent layer onto the meat is without equal.
Each application of sauce is, in a word, perfect, making each bite that you take, sublime.
There’s never been another one like it and it’s a shame not to keep it in the family. But you know how it is with kids these days: always wanting store-bought shiny things, even though they break after a week. No, I think it’s time. The brush belongs in a good home with a good family with good taste buds.
Punchlines
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Reset Button
The first incarnation of this story had a short gestation period and was produced in a little over an hour. As reviews came in, very little compelled me to rewrite it until one intriguing idea was presented: To take out details to make this story anonymous and thus more accessible. "Pinter it up a bit" is what I sought to do.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Skinny jeans
Just about everyone has struggled with weight loss at some point in his/her life. I don't care if you're trying to lose 5 pounds to squeeze into skinny jeans, 60 pounds accumulated over the years because you ate the same amount every day, but your metabolism slowed, or you just have a beer gut you can't get rid of. Weight loss is no laughing matter for most people. But what if it was?
This summer, I collaborated with about dozen other writers to create an anthology of short stories about weight loss. The idea originated when I was attempting to shed the last few pounds to fit into a pair of skinny jeans. My solution? Laughter. I kid you not. Laughter works the core muscles and I've got the abs to prove it. With this in mind, some fellow short story writers jumped in to offer their stories and the result is a collection of humorous stories, representing different genres of comedy: satire, parody, dark comedy, comedy of manners, slapstick, farce, and so on. I am exceedingly proud of the contributions of each of these writers.
If you want to preview a draft, the anthology Laugh Your Way Into Skinny Jeans is available to members of Trigger Street, which is free to join.
Each chapter and synopsis are provided below. Please enjoy!
CHAPTER 1 – MAXELLA BY GEORGE SAND
Egotistical and abrasive chef Maxella Lawson lands her own television show and decides to lose weight. In so doing, she learns sometimes it's better to look good *and* feel good.
CHAPTER 2 – DEAR DESSERT - A LUST STORY BY T. ROB
CHAPTER 3 – THE PROPOSAL BY MIKE WOLFSON
Who said romance was dead?
CHAPTER 4 – THE GUEST BY CROSSWORD
Old world meets new in a little tale of defying the status quo.
CHAPTER 5 – ABSOLUTELY FLAB-U-LOSS BY LEEMANCHEE
CHAPTER 6 – MAUDLIN NINA BY CHAVADEN
An overweight health care worker comes to term with her stereotype image.
CHAPTER 7 – THEY CALL ME ITTY BITTY BY THE3RR
Man seeks woman. Man deceives woman. Man must now fix problem created by deception or lose woman. Will he do it? Man not too bright. Read on.
CHAPTER 8 – THE HEALTH SPA FOR LOST SOULS BY LOREMASTER
Two entrepreneurs overstep their bounds due to their gambling addictions. One turns out to be a big time cheater (in more ways than one!), while the victim must fight back with all his wiles... and a staff with very sick senses of humor.
CHAPTER 9 – SHRINK TO FIT BY GEORGE SAND
A day in the life of Skinny Jeans.
CHAPTER 10 – WEAKNESS FOR SWEETNESS BY ANGELB
CHAPTER 11 – INCOGNITO BY CROSSWORD
An unhappy gossip columnist flies to
CHAPTER 12 – ODE TO SKINNY JEANS BY KKATHERINE
CHAPTER 13 – MAKING BRANDO SMILE BY BMADDOX
A lonely woman finds love and (weight) loss exceeding her wildest dreams.
CHAPTER 14 – THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE BY AWOHNOUT
Punchlines
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Leaving Las Vegas
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Osteria Mozza
Burrata with bacon, marinated escarole & caramelized shallot
Beef Brasato with polenta & horseradish gremolata
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Burnin' up
Fire season is upon us in Los Angeles. Most of the news has done a really good job of freaking out people around the world so I thought I'd share some specifics, most of which is reported by the California Division of Forestry on their incident website and this information is updated frequently throughout the day.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Chicago is
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Bah-studs
For a war movie, Basterds had me in stitches as well. Here's an example of Brad Pitt's pragmatic character, Lt. Aldo Raine: You probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business; we in the killin' Nazi business. And cousin, Business is a-boomin'.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
thirtysomething
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Green thumb
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Idle chatter
“Hey Georgie, what's the deal with Benny?” asked Steve.
“Well, you had him last. What did you do to him? Last I saw him he was walkin' just fine,” replied George.
“Well that's a relief...I heard he was auditioning for the part of the donkey down in
“...sexy little burro and maybe a goat just for fun. See if that'll cheer him up! It'll be just like the old days, when...”
“…we would all go down to the "petting" zoo... Is he still there?”
“He said something about wanting to get paid today. Money's running low so I think he's actually putting work *ahead* of Punchlines. Da noive! Hey, maybe this will work...” George paused and then called out, “Benny, youhoo, Benny? I'm feeling kinda randy...”
“He needs to renegotiate with his pimp. Maybe he is the subject of a new probe?” speculated Steve.
“It was rumored an alien probe, but I tend not to believe in such things. I do worry about him though.”
“Oh me too. That time he was running around with that steel worker guy? Those chaps were a bit much. You think we need to have an intervention?” suggested Steve.
“It didn't seem to work last time, but hell I'm game. I love him, man. But if it's all the same to you, would you mind setting it up?” asked George.
“No problem,” Steve thinks for a second, “You think I oughtta bring the goat just to show him everything's cool? Let's get him a gift too. Any ideas?”
George nodded in agreement. “Well, I know he likes
“…six foot neon green necklace and matching fur boots? Good thinking! Should we sign him up for the parade?”
“To be in the parade? Nah. Like I said he was walking fine, but his arms have withered down to little stubs. I'm afraid he can't wave his hands or at least no one will be able to tell when he does. Maybe we can get him a prosthetic kinda like the one in the Fugitive!”
Steve jumped up and down with excitement. “I've got it! I have an old cardboard life size Michael Jordan cut out! We'll just paste those arms on old Benny and when he waves they'll go nuts! I can hardly wait to strap him atop some big float with those big black muscular arms. He'll be the hit of WeHo!!! You think he'll be off the drugs by then?”
“Oh god I hope not. I think he wouldn't be able to get through the parade without being high as a kite. Seriously the damn thing is like 17 hours long! By the third hour, I'm sure he's gonna start to get the shakes and...”
“…that's when we slip him a downer in some ginger ale. He'll be the star of the show and he won't even know his own name. Seriously, should we get your friend Raul to dress him up?”
George considered the idea briefly and then suggested, “In brilliant shades of rhubarb and guava? I'm not sure if the whole "fruit bowl" palette works on him. Perhaps you oughtta give it a shot, Steve. I'm thinking maybe a western theme would suit. What say you?”
“Hmmm…” Steve rubbed his chin, “I like it. Yep, we'll dress him up like Howdy Doody with the hair slicked back and the freckles! And I bet he'd feel like a real cowboy with a shiny little six shooter and some spurs! I'm feeling better about this thing all the time. You think this will raise his self esteem?”
“Perhaps, but I think we can do even better than a parade and a party with a goat and
Punchlines
You know, a high-powered scope rifle is all well and good in Africa, but we are in...Sunday, August 16, 2009
Let them eat cake
- Retro Tropical Shag - Genoise cake splashed with rum and an exotic passion fruit mousse, covered in vanilla buttercream and carpeted with un-sweetened coconut.
- Mocha Mi Su - Layers of cocoa genoise cake, mocha mousse and crème fraiche mousse. Finished with chocolate ganache and coffee buttercream.
- Pineapple Upside-down Cupcake - A tropical treat: lots o’ pineapple chunks underneath moist buttermilk cake topped with a passion fruit frosting & coconut
- Carrot Cupcake - Our delicious carrot cake topped with cream cheese frosting and a marzipan carrot.
Well, excuuuuuuuuse me. Listen sister, that's a lot better than having a bunch of co-workers sing barber-shop quartet about whitlows.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Ferry Building
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tangled Web
What a coincidence! I wear the same sign when I go out on first dates.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Wednesday
1. | hump day | |
The middle of a work week (Wednesday); used in the context of climbing a proverbial hill to get through a tough week. |
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...the other night with Georgie. (sigh)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Malibu
So tonight I will be attending a charity event with Malibu Rum and Reef Check to raise awareness for Reef Check’s mission of protecting coral reef’s worldwide. Anna Faris is also behind this somehow and I plan to get to the bottom of this... or at least the bottom of a glass of mojitos.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Shaq Vs.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Comeback moms
Friday, August 7, 2009
Mise en place
The concept of having everything in its place as applied to the work in a kitchen is likely to have become a staple around the time of Auguste Escoffier, who is well known for his development of the brigade system of running a kitchen.
Jesus Fills Me Up? I mean come on already!
So Tuesday night at George's, huh?