Are they really angry?

So I’m here at the Misfits show in London doing what I normally do … watch.

I watch as the opening act surfs the crowd looking for breasts under the shroud of black. A whisper in the ear is all it seems to take and the shroud is lifted in the back of the windowless van downstairs. Is she angry … will she be someday…why the smile little girl.

Lots of screaming up here - slamdancing or do the kids call it moshing now. It used to be we were trampling on the heads of serpents…exposing lies.

Lots of attitude but the kind that leaves when you lie in your own bed alone.

So the jurys out for me on the revolution…but I still have hope

Signing out - the Hustler

The Good Old Days

Remember the good old days?

I sure do.

The drive-in, stay home moms, skinny John Travolta and ads with babies selling cigarettes to their mothers.

/sigh

See for yourself here.

Now, if only I could find an ad with my grandma selling bag smokes I’d be all set.

Prince Charles’ Hypnosis Pick-up Technique

I recently discovered an amazing photo that shows, for the first time, Prince Charles using the same hypnosis techniques for picking up that he must have used on Diana Spencer.

Look out, Scarlett, you’re next…

(AFP Photo from news.com.au)

Fun at Zehrs

Have you ever had a chance to buy something like this at the grocery store?

I did.

Latest German Album Release

Currently number two on the charts under David Hasselhof’s “I’m Not Drunk, It’s a Hamburger.”

Groceries In Spain

You already know how much I love grocery stores.

Last night I couldn’t get to sleep because all I could think about was going to Zehr’s and getting a pack of Yves Veggie Dogs (chili flavour, and they better fricking have them in stock).

The only thing I could do to combat this insomnia was to come downstairs and look at a few select pics capturing some of the good times from the Eroski store in Velez de Malaga.

I hope mine is the first blog to present, for your viewing enjoyment, Wall Of Ham.

Note: That isn’t even 1/6th of the entire wall.

In general, the Spanish stores were fantastic, with excellent prices, amazing fresh produce, the reddest salami imaginable, and in many cases, clever brand names.

Many people want to lose weight, right?

How can you get more men into the grocery stores?

Calling them Ethnic Stereotype Noodles just wouldn’t be as catchy.

Fun with Neck Beard

I had Pong just after it came out.

I played Advanced Dungeons & Dragons when I was in high school. I was a paladin.

I remember the exact moment I first saw Zork and yes, it was life changing.

I collected comics and kept them in my chest of drawers in res at York instead of clothes.

I know what “load *.*” means.

I had a Black Lotus and all the moxen from the first run of Magic cards and won a tournament against a guy who wore gray sweatpants with pockets in them and left his smell in the chair after he got up to go outside and cry.

I can name all my mains from UO through to WOW.

I read fantasy and sci-fi. Only the good stuff, and not those genres exclusively, but it still counts.

I listen to Leo.

You see, in so many ways, I am a geek.

And yet, I don’t like anime.

I haven’t actually learned enough about all those computers I’ve had to actually fix them.

I don’t code. Never did. Not even HTML.

I exercise and go outside a lot.

Worst of all, I have never had a neck beard.

Until now.

Does Mrs. thelabcoatguy Like Our Place in Spain?

Um, yes.

Note: she is sitting at the supper table in that shot. I know, it’s ridiculous. And for a price, I can tell you who to call to rent it.

Auslanders: R+R in the French Alps

It was recently brought to my attention by a faithful reader of this very blog that I rarely post any photos of the areas to which we have traveled while we have been abroad.

He/she stated that perhaps this meant that we weren’t in Europe at all.

“It could be that you have gone only as far as Flesherton, if even that far. It could be that the photo you posted of your brother with the newspaper was staged, like the Moon landings. I couldn’t even see which newspaper it was.”

While I applaud this reader for his near-cleverness, I have to say that I really am in Europe, my brother really was here visiting me, and we really did land on the Moon. And I mean that exactly as it sounds: My brother and I landed on the Moon.

In the interest of breaking up the offensive and old-fashioned amount of text that often constitutes a blog post on these pages, I will, for a change, haphazardly toss up a selection of photos from Rick’s visit, with a particular emphasis on the town of Beaune, which is just south of Dijon, and the area in and around Courchevel.

I add no captions of any sort to these photos. Instead, I encourage you to make up witty comments and say them aloud to rejoice in your own sauciness.

Oh Yeah?

To the person who wrote me an email suggesting that I was lying about my brother being here in The Germ for a visit:

I call poop on you.

My brother is here and I can prove it without cutting off his finger and sending it as evidence. And, even if I did cut off his finger and send it, I don’t think his prints are in the database, so I could have just sent you any old finger and you wouldn’t know whether it was his or not.

In any case, I have decided to prove to you that he was here.

I took this photo on the day I picked him up at the airport.

Unless you send me the previously discussed sum of money in small, unmarked bills, things will escalate.

Don’t make me go there.

And by the way, just to show you how serious I am, yes, that IS the Cookie Monster tied around his face.

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