Mii in Wii

Thanks To Jamie and Carol for their Valiant and Accurate depiction.

BALANCE

Cool Ass Pics That Rock - Billion Dollar Babies

Alice Cooper, Keith Moon, Harry Nilsson, Marc Bolan.

To Be A Fly on That Wall.

Welcome To The Future.

Feldstein's Habit

Sid Feldstein was finally out but the urges continued unabated, he had a twenty five year old love affair with his oral fixation and try as he might could not fight off the urges to take that two minute walk to the SMOKE SHOPPE right there on his corner to plunk down his hard earned money for a pack of smokes (Black Death cigarettes were his brand).

The eternity of nine minutes had elapsed since his last cigarette and he was slowly losing his grip on reality. Colors changed brilliantly before his eyes and he couldn't read the hands on the clock properly. Sure there was a monetary upside to Quitting Smoking and he really could use the cash to purchase that most desired dozen fluorescent panama hats encased in an umbrella stand that he had been eyeing for months in the showcase window down at Harriet's Hat Hostel but the price was becoming too high what with his cat Gerald appearing to laugh at him and the angles of his walls awash with nightmarish movement.

HE HAD TO.

Sid balanced himself out of his chair and made a break for it, he thought to himself that it may have even been 11 minutes now since his last puff. Just to make it to the door, The perplexingly Long Hallway stretched out into oddball odd and he ran what seemed an eternity just to get his hands on the deadbolt inching his way closer to the freedom that only Black Death could provide.

12 Minutes Now.

A gaggle of mexican women blocked his egress but as polite as they were holding the door open for him he pushed his way through their ranks closer to his destination and smoky satisfaction. Running to the corner he could see the SMOKE SHOPPE from here.

Sid Feldstein slipped on a strategically placed banana peel and was struck by an oncoming Fedex truck.
The Black Death Had Found him.

Sweethook - Fat Baby 3/12/10 New York City

A Cool DJ, An Obnoxious Security staff, A Freshman (yet polite) Sound Technician and HAPPY HOUR Drinks (half price for the musicians performing) are what make up the experience of Fat Baby. The band played well but I have no understanding of these venues that keep the "Live" music hidden away in a separate room when there is No Additional charge for said room which would at least make sense on a revenue level if there was an Additional charge (redundancies Abound).

Keep the bands on the main floor and if you would rather go listen to records/CDs/MP3s that you have heard a Gazillion times then stay at home, save money and play the phonograph/CD player/Ipod (F*ck Zune and other inferior MP3 products) or go to the "separate room" where the normal "Best Of" people prefer to be and squander your peso's feeding it to the jukebox. Commercial Taste Rules This Globe.

Gosh the color of this BLOG has changed.

Im trying to Quit Smoking, LEAVE ME ALONE !!!



There was Not a Whole Lot in This Silver Van Street Vendored Gyro. I have had much nicer and plumper ones for less Dinero (this was $5.00 which is probably the going rate around town these days) but the Hot Sauce Definitely Delivers, I didnt ask for extra or even give the universal sign of "Pour It On" so this was just a liberal amount. SIZZLE

Very Clever as it disguises the unknown "Lamb" within, Gyro ll is certainly superior.

Extra Lettuce ??? I Didnt ask for Extra Lettuce.

Like a Biscuit in the Sky ....

100th Posting - Babysitting The Biscuit