gar's thought hole

hello spleen, goodbye space...

the totally awesome space in which spleen has practiced these many years has been sold from out beneath our feet.  in memoriam, we are having an informal gathering/show/practice/me playing the opening riff to as many pearl jam songs i can learn between now and then/nar will be here for spring break/whatever else on friday night.  i can't remember when it starts, but i think it has to be done by midnight, so be there around 10, ok?  the space is just east of 9th and 9th.  just listen for me wailing smells like teen spirit or other songs that aren't ween or the much louder gnashing of teeth coming from the other members of spleen.

bring booze, sandwiches or prescription drugs (the latter in honour of heath RIP).  oh yeah, and somebody bring some pellegrino for terrell.

-gener

p.s. dear watchers of the wire, can you believe XXXX got CAPPED?!!!!!!!!  i simply cannot.

es ist freitag!

so i bought some dress shirts from nordstrom rack for super cheap.  one of them, it turns out, requires cuff links.  so brohawk, in all her glory, got me some sweet ones.  as a result i felt the need to wear the shirt today.  so i here i am, feeling all cool, with cuff links, a tie, and a suit jacket.  but then, i realize, i'm wearing gross ass socks that smell like feces.  i guess you can put the gar in a suit, but you can't take the nast out of the gar.

-gar

p.s.

they were trying to dislodge this massive piece of concrete from the former ZCMI center.  the machine they were using was trying so hard that one of it's pneumatic tubes blew out and the forearm of the mighty beast fell 4 or five stories to the ground.  the blown-out tube was gushing out fluid as the crew tried to operate the broken arm.  then some dudes finally walked around and saw that it was mangled. 

i guess there's the upside to having a completely destroyed downtown, seeing sweet crap sometimes.

p.p.s.

with the addition of the new front room, the cats have been introduced to sunlight.  i can has vitamin d?

speaking of "i can has" things, you all have spent hours at http://icanhascheezburger.com/ i presume.

the onion at its finest

World Leaders Gather To Roast Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

GENEVA—"Ahmadinejad? I can't even say it, let alone write it on a Black Ops memo." President Bush jested during the roast of Iran's controversial leader.

fatigue

i slept way too little friday and saturday night.  then i slept way too much sunday and monday night.  result?  mangled.

-gar

p.s. y'all voting today?

p.p.s. brothers solomon is actually funny.  definitely worth watching.  do it.

handwashing

between michael showalter's amazing bit on it and reading an article about how men don't typically wash their hands after using the bathroom, i have felt more and more compelled to come out about how i feel about this important issue.

i don't wash my hands after i pee.  why?  because i don't touch anything that would contaminate them.  feet or paper towels are used on handles and with my patented "two thumbed, underwear waist-band penile-suspension technique", i don't have to touch it in order to hoist it into position.

so leave me alone.

men, weigh in.  women, figure your own shit out.

-gar