My clone got the "no undershirt, not scared to show my chest" gene.
Uncle Dave tapped his foot waiting for his queue to start the sax line to "Who Could it be Now?"
ck
Thursday, July 30, 2009
07-30/News and Notes from Around the League
Thanks to roving reporters Paps and Dools, we have updates from around the League.
My clone got the "no undershirt, not scared to show my chest" gene.
Uncle Dave tapped his foot waiting for his queue to start the sax line to "Who Could it be Now?"
ck
My clone got the "no undershirt, not scared to show my chest" gene.
Uncle Dave tapped his foot waiting for his queue to start the sax line to "Who Could it be Now?"
ck
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
07-29/R-E-S-P-E-C-T
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"Also cast in 227 was Jackée Harry as the building's sexy vamp, Sandra Clark, who constantly bickered back and forth with Mary about their respective views on life." from wikipedia
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As she explained the company policies, ethics and what was expected of him, Chris wanted to show that he was paying attention. As he filed through different phrases of what to say, like "I see," or "I understand," the only thing that came to his mind was, "I feel that."
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"Also cast in 227 was Jackée Harry as the building's sexy vamp, Sandra Clark, who constantly bickered back and forth with Mary about their respective views on life." from wikipedia
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As she explained the company policies, ethics and what was expected of him, Chris wanted to show that he was paying attention. As he filed through different phrases of what to say, like "I see," or "I understand," the only thing that came to his mind was, "I feel that."
ck
Friday, July 24, 2009
07-24/Jack and Lisa down by the Schoolyard
I like my coffee with just a little bit of skim milk. The robust, charry, bean flavor is just dampened by a trickle of the milk. If I'm doing the pouring, it sometimes makes a plop, and therefor I do not need to stir it.
Coffee never was a big deal to me until college. I guess I didn't need it back then, however it would have given me a reason to go in early to school. As much as I loved sitting with Jack and Lisa while me and Fabian played "who's going to go the longest without making eye contact with a girl," I really had no reason to go in early.
The two-door gold Hyundai Excel puttered up to Blue Bay and I exited there, so my father could make the next left turn that put him on the LIE. The absence of radio drove me to bringing a walkman; the headphones probably a souvenir from Delta when we flew to Florida.
I'd listen to Howard Stern, and relay to dad when he was talking about a part of a woman's anatomy, or if she was undressing or having an orgasm contest. I would try to get the point across without having to say the word "orgasm."
The little prick that I was, could have talked to him the measly 10 minute drive, but instead I wanted to listen to that dumb fuck, or hope to hear "Too Close" by Next. In that case I could sing some of the words at lunch so that Mike Agrusa would think I was cool.
"Baby when we're lying, I get so slighted, Ooh how I like it, I'm shy but I'll just try it..."
I'd still give dad a kiss goodbye, the gesture leaving the scent of an expensive cologne around my face. His cologne, when combined with his suit, made his person worth more than the car that encased him. Somewhere 5 miles behind us, a teacher was getting into a sparkly new Audi A4.
For me, though, the trace of cologne combined with my rayon tie, which was one small step above a clip-on. This definitely made me a slam pig for anyone in the band that was showing up to the German Club party later that night.
High School left us in the middle of the pack, very able to stay out of the spotlight. Whether that meant we would never be cool, nor nerds, it seemed that we'd forever live in the comfort of mediocrity.
People like Paps and John kept their close ties to the upper echelon, often getting me the respect of a hallway nod from the greats like, Gill, or Godek, because of my affiliation. Thanks to John, Dina T would nervously smile when I approached, instead of the normal, "I think the milk was sour," type of face.
Steve ate his sandwich slowly and used words like "herb" and "wet towel."
We could have done more with ourselves. I could have smoked cigarettes with Mike Chatterton, perhaps then I could have asked him to explain to me what he meant when he called me "straight edge."
I should have used the prestige of being on the Varsity Golf Team to getting us into more parties with Mike Schmidt.
That was ten years ago. Now we have our own parties, some of us smoke cigarettes, Steve still uses the word "herb" and "wet towel." I even know the words to some dance songs.
"I wanna make love right now now now, I wanna make love right now now. Should have never broke up right now now now We need to leave Club right now now now."
Now you've got your Fire Island's and your Hamptons. Your love's lost and never found again. Good luck and be well.
- this speech delivered at the German Club reunion. Mr. Hiller clapped furiously, dropping his Leberkase pizza. Then he looked around and wondered where Paps and Fabe were.
ck
Coffee never was a big deal to me until college. I guess I didn't need it back then, however it would have given me a reason to go in early to school. As much as I loved sitting with Jack and Lisa while me and Fabian played "who's going to go the longest without making eye contact with a girl," I really had no reason to go in early.
The two-door gold Hyundai Excel puttered up to Blue Bay and I exited there, so my father could make the next left turn that put him on the LIE. The absence of radio drove me to bringing a walkman; the headphones probably a souvenir from Delta when we flew to Florida.
I'd listen to Howard Stern, and relay to dad when he was talking about a part of a woman's anatomy, or if she was undressing or having an orgasm contest. I would try to get the point across without having to say the word "orgasm."
The little prick that I was, could have talked to him the measly 10 minute drive, but instead I wanted to listen to that dumb fuck, or hope to hear "Too Close" by Next. In that case I could sing some of the words at lunch so that Mike Agrusa would think I was cool.
"Baby when we're lying, I get so slighted, Ooh how I like it, I'm shy but I'll just try it..."
I'd still give dad a kiss goodbye, the gesture leaving the scent of an expensive cologne around my face. His cologne, when combined with his suit, made his person worth more than the car that encased him. Somewhere 5 miles behind us, a teacher was getting into a sparkly new Audi A4.
For me, though, the trace of cologne combined with my rayon tie, which was one small step above a clip-on. This definitely made me a slam pig for anyone in the band that was showing up to the German Club party later that night.
High School left us in the middle of the pack, very able to stay out of the spotlight. Whether that meant we would never be cool, nor nerds, it seemed that we'd forever live in the comfort of mediocrity.
People like Paps and John kept their close ties to the upper echelon, often getting me the respect of a hallway nod from the greats like, Gill, or Godek, because of my affiliation. Thanks to John, Dina T would nervously smile when I approached, instead of the normal, "I think the milk was sour," type of face.
Steve ate his sandwich slowly and used words like "herb" and "wet towel."
We could have done more with ourselves. I could have smoked cigarettes with Mike Chatterton, perhaps then I could have asked him to explain to me what he meant when he called me "straight edge."
I should have used the prestige of being on the Varsity Golf Team to getting us into more parties with Mike Schmidt.
That was ten years ago. Now we have our own parties, some of us smoke cigarettes, Steve still uses the word "herb" and "wet towel." I even know the words to some dance songs.
"I wanna make love right now now now, I wanna make love right now now. Should have never broke up right now now now We need to leave Club right now now now."
Now you've got your Fire Island's and your Hamptons. Your love's lost and never found again. Good luck and be well.
- this speech delivered at the German Club reunion. Mr. Hiller clapped furiously, dropping his Leberkase pizza. Then he looked around and wondered where Paps and Fabe were.
ck
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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Monday, July 13, 2009
07-13/Sailing the High C's, Pt. IV
And now the dramatic conclusion.
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Young Roxanne had enjoyed herself a little too much on this trip, as she had been having cocktail after cocktail. Showing the Men's bathroom how great of time she had been having, it resulted in making it unusable for the rest of the trip.
As the queue built up for the woman's bathroom, CK wobbled over and waited. After he made it to the promised land, he emerged and saw the young gentleman, his suit disheveled and a scowl on his face.
"It's no problem, bro," CK said, adding that its all over.
"It is a problem, and it's not over," the young man said, taking CK by surprise.
A lack of riboflavin in CK's diet, had made him feel very cool, almost like he could get away with wearing Aviator sunglasses, even at night. He responded with a pat on the young man's chest,
"Then I guess we will settle it on the dock."
"I guess we will."
"I guess we will."
Feeling like a tough guy, CK left the dining room/bathroom/lounge cabin, and headed to the Lido deck, probably trailing a piece of toilet paper on his shoe.
CK emerged onto the Lido deck, hoping to get a dance with Coco. He was discussing nautical knowledge with a young lady, showing her how to navigate by stars. CK descended back to the dining area, and he saw a scuffle ensuing.
The young man had continued his antics, motivating Baker to ask him to calm down. In slow motion, he used the C word in describing Baker, unleashing the fury of the Fab.
"Only I get to call her that!" the angry Fab exclaimed, having to be restrained.
Out of nowhere, Glass Joe jumped through the plated glass window arriving in the dining room ready to rumble.
The ship's second officer/bartender arrived on scene to break it up.
CK tried to explain that things had gone awry because of the young man's comments.
"Not the girls man, not the girls!" CK said over and over. Glass Joe punched a life preserver in agreement.
"Take us back to the dock!"
Tools O'Shea had been in the U.S. for about 3 weeks and had befriended almost everyone on the boat. He took CK aside to calm him down.
"It's naught wert it, me friend." His kind eyes making up for grabbing a fistful of CK's shirt.
The final straw had been broken and the ship powered back to port. CK felt bad about the situation and wadded up a five dollar bill, shoving it into the hand of the purser/second officer/bartender/bouncer.
"Sorry for the trouble man," CK said, not realizing the douche chills he will be feeling for the next weeks to come.
The excitement of the situation brought everyone down to earth, and the group escaped together without ever hearing from the young man again.
Paps celebrated the evening by removing his shirt, and CK followed suit, angling the shirt to rest over most of his body anyway.
Randomly Paps starting hailing cabs for girls, secretly hoping that someone would invite him to come with.
The night ended with cocktails at the bar, and telling stories of how great life is when you live in a city.
Then everyone clinked glasses.
ck
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Young Roxanne had enjoyed herself a little too much on this trip, as she had been having cocktail after cocktail. Showing the Men's bathroom how great of time she had been having, it resulted in making it unusable for the rest of the trip.
As the queue built up for the woman's bathroom, CK wobbled over and waited. After he made it to the promised land, he emerged and saw the young gentleman, his suit disheveled and a scowl on his face.
"It's no problem, bro," CK said, adding that its all over.
"It is a problem, and it's not over," the young man said, taking CK by surprise.
A lack of riboflavin in CK's diet, had made him feel very cool, almost like he could get away with wearing Aviator sunglasses, even at night. He responded with a pat on the young man's chest,
"Then I guess we will settle it on the dock."
"I guess we will."
"I guess we will."
Feeling like a tough guy, CK left the dining room/bathroom/lounge cabin, and headed to the Lido deck, probably trailing a piece of toilet paper on his shoe.
CK emerged onto the Lido deck, hoping to get a dance with Coco. He was discussing nautical knowledge with a young lady, showing her how to navigate by stars. CK descended back to the dining area, and he saw a scuffle ensuing.
The young man had continued his antics, motivating Baker to ask him to calm down. In slow motion, he used the C word in describing Baker, unleashing the fury of the Fab.
"Only I get to call her that!" the angry Fab exclaimed, having to be restrained.
Out of nowhere, Glass Joe jumped through the plated glass window arriving in the dining room ready to rumble.
The ship's second officer/bartender arrived on scene to break it up.
CK tried to explain that things had gone awry because of the young man's comments.
"Not the girls man, not the girls!" CK said over and over. Glass Joe punched a life preserver in agreement.
"Take us back to the dock!"
Tools O'Shea had been in the U.S. for about 3 weeks and had befriended almost everyone on the boat. He took CK aside to calm him down.
"It's naught wert it, me friend." His kind eyes making up for grabbing a fistful of CK's shirt.
The final straw had been broken and the ship powered back to port. CK felt bad about the situation and wadded up a five dollar bill, shoving it into the hand of the purser/second officer/bartender/bouncer.
"Sorry for the trouble man," CK said, not realizing the douche chills he will be feeling for the next weeks to come.
The excitement of the situation brought everyone down to earth, and the group escaped together without ever hearing from the young man again.
Paps celebrated the evening by removing his shirt, and CK followed suit, angling the shirt to rest over most of his body anyway.
Randomly Paps starting hailing cabs for girls, secretly hoping that someone would invite him to come with.
The night ended with cocktails at the bar, and telling stories of how great life is when you live in a city.
Then everyone clinked glasses.
ck
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