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CommentsRe: FYI: Rain makes the alley behind the Alibi offices even more putrid
You could be reporting from San Diego Comic-Con, like I am. The sweltering heat that has gripped the country didn't spare the introverted nerd fest that is taking place here in Southern California this week. This is the first time most of these attendees have even left their parents basements in many, many fortnights, and you can tell. Immediately upon entering the convention center the smell of body odor hits you across the face like a punch from 'Burque Man while he's wearing brass knuckles he stole from a cholo he beat up. It makes you lose your senses. When you finally regain them you feel like Bruce Banner coming back down from the Hulk. "Whu? What happened? Where am I? Who are these? What is that?" At one point during the Battlestar Gallactica panel, the power went out and in turn, so did the air conditioning. You can imagine what happened next. Factions, tons of them. The fanboys mobilized like a military unit and the biggest ones (and there were a lot of them) set up shop near the Mountain Dew dispensers and took turns draping their rotund bodies against the fastly cooling vending machines. It was disgusting. One nerd decided to be a leader. He stripped down to his briefs, tied a karate kid like bandanna around his forehead and made himself some sort of make-shift torch out of those walking sticks they give you the option of renting as you enter the convention center to help aid you when you have to be on your feet for more than an hour while you look at comic books, and those fliers handed out by those scantily clad women in costumes who are perfect 10's at comic conventions, but just okay in actual real life. He then announced, "FOLLOW ME! I KNOW THE WAY!" This was the moment he had waited his entire life for. Godspeed, good man. Godspeed. I actually thought his back hair was going to catch fire from the burning embers his torch was emitting, but the perspiration wouldn't allow it. Eventually after 10 or so minutes the power came back on and everything returned to normal (by Comic-Con standards), but they had to open all the doors and the windows and let the place air out. That was the first hour of the convention. So yeah, I'm sure the putrid smells of heated wino urine behind the Alibi offices seems unbearable, but trust me, IT COULD BE WORSE.
They shouldn't close the trail for everyone. There are many of us who ride our bikes on that trail and use it for jogging. You should be allowed to be on it as long as you're not doing anything fishy. People like myself use it for nothing else but exercise and now we can't. It's really unfortunate. If you're out there on a bike or in jogging gear, you shouldn't be fined. Check my Camelbak, it's full of the opposite of fireworks, it's filled with WATER. This is the best time to use the trail and now we can't. Re: Maloney’s
Confused. [ Tue Jul 7 2009 11:39 AM ]
I thought this was just a joint to hit up when you've had too much to drink and feel like getting turned down by cholas?
I lived in Boston from June 2004 to June 2006 so I was there during the Red Sox's historic playoff run in 04. It was awesome to say the least. Anyways, here's anecdote from Bill Simmons over at ESPN that always stuck with me.
Yup. That's it. I love that version. It would go perfect in a trailer for some independent movie about various people.
Is that the one that also appears on the second disc of the 30th anniversary reissue of Ziggy Stardust? If it is, it's my favorite version, too, and also one of my favorite songs by Bowie.
Out of college I was a real go-getter. I thought the world was mine for the taking. I was an education major and my soon to be profession was being a teacher. I would teach. I would shape and mold the lives of the children of this wonderful state. I was going to make a difference. I remember my first day. Oh, it was fantastic. I had my itinerary all planned out. I had the books we were going to read the first semester ready to go. I picked an eclectic mix of modern classics and contemporary fiction that would challenge the ideals of the very students I was trying to shape. The bell for the 1st period sounded and I would soon find out the hour before that bell would be the highlight of my teaching career. These days I'm a line cook at Garcia's on 4th St. It's not too bad. I usually get to make my own hours and I can take a smoke break whenever I want as long as there isn't a party larger than 5 in the dining room. Sometimes the servers will split their tips with me so I can buy some whiskey on the way home or a 4pack of Steel Reserve. My boss is real laid back. He always puts in a good word for me anytime my parole officer calls to check up on how my career is advancing. I'm still not allowed within 100 feet of a public school and I'm not allowed to wear steel-toe boots or carry a pencil longer than 2 inches. Overall, I can honestly say I'm happy.
Place: Germany. The setting: World War II. I was captured during the battle of the bulge. The Germans housed us in a slaughterhouse in Dresden. The fifth one to be exact. If it wasn't for mean ole Roland Weary, I would have been a dead man. He saved my hide. Of course, he's also the reason we were captured. When the bombing of the city started, I didn't think I'd ever get out of there alive. Hardly anyone did. So it goes.
He's not even wearing women's jeans. Re: Garcia’s
Durans [ Tue May 26 2009 4:11 PM ]
Yeah, Duran's is expensive, but they have some of the best tortillas in the city. | 
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