Have you heard these guys? Check out the song “Frankie’s Gun” and tell me if it isn’t the awesomest. I’ve been listening to it almost constantly for several weeks now. It makes me think of Eric Powell’s The Goon, and I don’t think that’s just because of the name “Frankie.” Although maybe it is.
Sorry about the eXtreme! perspective on this one, but my reasons were three-fold:
Anyhow, this one builds on last week’s and brings up that all-important issue in both bowling and pick-up lines: follow-through. Will probably stay away from the bowling alley for a bit now, but I won’t make any promises. Later.
I was a big fan of Battlestar Galactica when I was a kid. Loved the show, wanted to be Starbuck: chomping on cigars, mackin’ on the ladies, raking in the cubits playing cards, and shooting down Cylon Raiders in my Viper.
Then Sci Fi did the whole re-imagining thing and I had mixed feelings about it. I wanted it to give me the same kind of childlike joy that the original series did, and after George Lucas had so thoroughly and repeatedly disappointed me on that count, I was fairly certain that the network that had given us dubious programming like “Stan Lee’s Lightspeed” and “Mansquito” would fail miserably. So, I didn’t even give it a chance. My friend Chris told me a few times to watch it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Anyhow, a couple weeks ago my wife read a quote from Joss Whedon saying that Battlestar Galactica was the best science fiction show on TV. Given the fact that Joss Whedon is my master now, I knew I had to watch. So here I am, just as the fourth and final season is starting, completely lost but wanting to know just what Joss thinks is so awesome.
So Chris comes to the rescue, loaning me the season one DVDs, and once again I’m late to the party but happy to be here, spending hours glued to the TV catching up on the first 3 seasons. Today’s Chris’s birthday, so just thought I’d give him this shout-out to say, “Thanks for the DVD loan–I wish I had listened to you in the first place.” Happy birthday, man.
I spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking of team names for the bowling shirts that were suggestive and naughty, but it seems like most of those ideas have been put on t-shirts already. I looked at my dad’s old bowling shirts and realized that they typically just had the name of the local business that sponsored the team. So dat’s what I did. Jo’s Place is just a generic bar name, but Mostly Sanitary Brewing Co. has history.
My brother-in-law Tim bought a homebrew kit when he moved here from California a couple years ago and we started brewing. We’d make beer, listen to Dan Reeder, and talk about the silly labels we’d put on the bottles. He came up with the idea for Angry Pussy Ale (available on posters, coasters, etc.), which I imagine to be a beer that Gus would really enjoy. I thought that a sweet, fruity kind of beer that Gus might share with the ladies could go by the name Grandpa Sex Machine’s Liquid Panty Remover, also available in multiple formats. Anyhow, Tim named our little enterprise based on our “close enough” attitude when it comes to the cleaning of supplies, work space, etc.
We haven’t brewed for awhile, but plan to get back at it this summer. Awesome.
So I signed up for Project Wonderful the other day, made up a few ads, and started putting them up at various websites.  Let me welcome any new readers that decided to check out Grandpa–hope you dig, and thanks for stopping by.
Last night I set up ad space here and at Grandpa Sex Machine’s Drunk Duck page and had a few ad bids when I woke up this morning. Thanks to those advertisers. Readers–any support that you can give to the folks that choose to advertise here would be appreciated. Thanks!
Have you seen this show? I doubt that Gus would be able to glean the intended benefits from a trio of sports-bra clad fitness enthusiasts demonstrating “downward facing dog,” but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a huge fan. HUGE fan.
Do you know about THIS?!
Two years of nothing and then updates two weeks in a row? Is this some harbinger of doom?
No, just Grandpa up to his old tricks. I was thinking of maybe having Gus drop a ball on his foot, and then this weekend I had a lame skateboard accident and jacked up my wrists and back. Is that some sort of proactive karma preventing me from hurting the old guy? Hmmm…
One of my students told me about an awesome comic over at bohemiandrive.com called Nine Planets Without Intelligent Life. Description? Here’s what the site says about it:
A philosophical road comic about two unemployed robots on an improvised interplanetary voyage of self discovery.
It’s all that and more. You should go there now and read through the entire archive. Great stuff.
Here you go, the return from the break that was too long to really call a hiatus–more of an extended sabbatical. Or, if I’m being honest, an extended bout of laziness. With luck it won’t take another two years for the next update. Hope you dig and come back for more!