Monday, May 12, 2008

Devil's Threeway

Note: If you don't know what a Devil's Threeway is (normally said whilst forming a fist, with the index and pinky fingers extended, like if you were at an Ozzy concert), look it up via Google, or find your latest Two And A Half Man episode.

I recall a few years ago when a friend of mine called me out for a beer. When I got there he was somewhat reclusive in a corner, sipping a beer with a near empty pitcher near by. I asked him what was up, how was it going, sat down, and ordered another pitch of beer with a new glass.

Noticing his demeanor, I asked what was wrong. He was a bit reticent with any information, so I thought I sit through until the beers worked up his courage.

Few pitchers of beers later, and he had this to say.

"I had a threesome about three weeks ago."

"That's great!" Said I.

But given the fact that the normal high five and congratulatory celebration didn't immediately occur after such statement, I realized there must have been a catch.

"Ummm..." I stammered, "Was it with two fat chicks?"

Silence.

"Two ugly chicks?"

Silence.

"Two fat and ugly chicks?"

No response, but he took a big gulp of beer, enough that I had to refill his glass.

"One fat, one ugly, both over the age of fifty who have given birth to enough kids and you didn't get to touch sidewall?"

That got a jilt.

"No." Said my friend. "It was with XXXXX." (The X's represent another friend's name, which is...a nother guy.)

True story.

This got me thinking as I was out talking about the Devil's Threeway with Rich and Matt over the weekend.

In what case would this be something to cross of a man's list before he meets his optimal end?

I mean, at the worst when two guys are doing a chick you are rubbing nutsack to nutsack, and at the least, you are looking at the naked sweating body of your buddy. Given that none of my friend's have a body hot enough that would even remotely turn me on, I have to say...

More beers please!!!

Monday, March 31, 2008

the taste of ear

When a thirty something fully gown man decides to pierce his ear, and systematically enlarge said piercing with progressive larger rings, you're bound to have friends who will try to stick common everyday objects into said hole.

It's a thing we do. Some guys exercise restraint, resorting to their imagination and let that be enough to sate their curiosity.

Some people act on their impulses.

Guess what kind of friends Brian here has?

Before anyone comments on vaginal fixation, remember that some men would plug a leaking dam with their finger, some men go spelunking, I stick cigarettes in ear holes.

Notice filter end went in. This renders the cigarette unsmokeable as no sane member of the male gender would willing put their tongue inside a ear hole, much less wrap our lips around a cigarette that's been in an ear hole.

No, it takes a special kind of man to do such a deed. The special kind that didn't know where the cigarette has been.
The very special man was pictured, ready to take a punch when the photo was taken, after the big reveal.

Dave was a true hero. He put his man lips around the butt end of the ear hole cigarette and sucked with vigor as I put a flame to his face. The enthusiasm rivals any meth addled hobo around the streets of Portland. A true artist.

Of course, Dave eagerness went dim right fast when the entire bar exhilarated with laughter. The restraint up until the point of first inhalation of ear hole smoke was too much, and Dave, being no fool, realized he's wrapped his mouth around the wrong pole.

So in the end, the cigarette was lit, puff on twice, and went undesired in the ash tray. I had thought about recycling it when my pack ran out, but I had just enough money to go across the street and buy a new pack.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

meet Ginger, our new puppy

Our new puppy Ginger!!!

Picked her up on December 21st, 2007. Healthy little girl Golden Retriever. Had to choose a name between Ginger, Lucy, or Belle... Ginger won out. She looks like a ginger bread cookie.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Johnny, The Pro-Feminist

I remember watching some feminists on TV some time ago. These women, after tirelessly fighting for voting rights, equal pay, pregnancy without men, and causing 9/11 (Pat Robertson said it, not I), is now fighting to take back history.

Not the fact that most great historical political leaders, such as Ghengis Khan, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, Sun Tsu, George Washington, Julius Cesar, Adolf Hitler, or either one of the George Bush's were men, nor the fact that most historical religious leaders, such as any one of the Popes, the prophet Mohammad, Jesus, or Buddha were also men.

No.

They want the word changed.

History, as they say, is His-story. Therefore the word is a word of contempt. A 'five-across-the-eye' if you will. The A2M of the English language. And it ought to be Herstory.

Well boy howdy. I didn't create the word, I only learned it. I'm sure there is a whole Germanic/Latin/Greek root where some out of work English History major can disseminate the absurdity of this demand, but I'm not so insensitive.

I'm an enlighten man. And I demand you take the whole lot of them. Here are some suggestions I have carefully prepared for you.

HYSTERECTOMY - Hey, it sounds like its "his", bit it really is "hers". Plus I'm sure no man posses an organ called "terectomy", but it does sound mighty close to "erectomy". Maybe if you get one of these men lose the "erectomy" for you. Maybe we just lose it if you talk about it too much - you know, what with the skyrocketing cost of medical procedures these days.

HISPANIC - No se habla. But you might want to unite the latina's crossing the border with their babies strapped on their backs that it is high time they take over what is rightful due them - the name of their kind! Why is it 'his' 'pan'? You are the ones doing the cooking, not him! And you are the one who does the 'panic' while he just says, "oh well, more tequila for me."

HISTAMINES - The wonder drug that calms irritating sinus, throat, and bowels. I am sure you know the 'he' certainly don't calm anything without your constant reminder. Like the old saying, behind every man, there is an irritating woman.

HISTOGRAM - The technique that let great engineers and mathematicians understand the historical (sorry, herstorical) frequency distribution of a problem space over a period of time has alway paled in comparison to what women has been doing naturally over the past millennium. Remember the last fight you had with your man? Who was the one that brought up every little detail of every little perceived affront against your refined sensibilities? Who was the one that invoked every little fault or imperfections of the past ten years? Women were built for histograms - ladies - it is HERSTOGRAM fo' sho'!

MANDATORY - Mowing the grass, taking out the garbage, change the diaper, going to work, be more sensitive, political correctness...were never a part of any man's repertoire. This is rightfully yours to take back. Make it 'womandatory" and no confusing dictionary definition will be required. Hey, it'll save a few paragraphs in the Webster, and in turn it'll save a few trees. You will be doing the world a service.

HYSTERIA - Most men don't fly into it, most often it is the womenfolk. 'Hersteria' is easier to explain to the neighbors why my refrigerator is in the front lawn, and to the kids why daddy has to pack up and live in a motel for a few days.

MANIAC - See above.

MANDRILL - If you are a dyke, this word will make no sense unless you are talking about a shiv. As a man, stay away 'cuz any mandrill is just plain wrong sounding. Take it. It's a freebie.

MANICURE - Because this is just misleading.

MANSION - You want to live in one, and we only want to get one in order to fill it with your kind. Lets be honest here, there is only one motivation why this word even existed. Yours.

MANIFOLD - Unless we are talking about cars, this is all you.

MANIPULATE - Yours. This won't even be a challenge.

MANNERS - Burping and farting at the dinner table was never restricted by a bunch of guys. In fact, we make games out of who can eat a head of broccoli and pass gas the fastest.

MANUAL - Face it, we men never read it. You know this is true. If a woman is like a book, then a man would only thumb through pages as fast as they can to get to the end.

And ladies, don't forget to celebrate the words that has been eternally attributed to you! These words we men do not dare to ask the world to recant, nor do we ask to take back. You have quietly bore the burden and the likeness of these words, and we rejoice in your silent solemntude.

HERPES - All men know it is not 'hispes' because we know that's not where it comes from. It comes from her pees, or her mouth, or her whatever. You keep this, and our girlfriends and wives need never know. Simply, 'heranus' just doesn't make medical sense.

HEARST - Because this is eventually where you put us.

HERBS - This is what you use in the kitchen.

HERBIVORE - We eat meat. All other vegetarian or vegans are effeminate men, monks, or are doing so to score with you.

HERESY - We do it because Eve originated sin. It's in the Bible.

HERMAPHRODITE - The Greek goddess we would all like to hit. And face it, even for a clinical one, some of us would still hit it.

HERMETICAL SEAL - It is what we wish for. It it what you lose eventually.

HERMIT - What we give up to become.

HERMIT CRAB - What we hope to avoid.

See, there are plenty of words we, as men, would gladly fork over. There are plenty of words out there in the English language that celebrate the female. Let us all rejoice in this harmony, and let us never fight.

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Friday, November 16, 2007

Dick...Spotted...


Found across the aisle from the Mexican food section in Fred Meyer's, in the newly established British food section.

Chalk that for something I'm not eager to put in my mouth.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

My Halloween Cheering Section


These are my people... They stare at the back of my head as I slave away at work, silently praising my me for the effort...

Happy Halloween


No I'm nowhere near the picture. But my friend Oscar is. Guess which one?

Here is a hint -

He's the one sporting the Ron Jeremy 'stache.

But that could be a left over smeared up bean burrito on his lips.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Chengdu hot pot...again

So it was that I get invited to our newly wed Mitch and Mei's place for some Chengdu style hot pot. Chengdu, when I was there in the midst of China, they were raising a marble statue of Chairman Mao, and I was questioning my friend's fidelity. But this time, its different. It's Sichuang cooking (all that super hot red stuff which both numbs and kills all tastes in your mouth) in the states. Yay.

But that's not the story here... The story is the day after.

After I over ate the completely delicious hot pot on Sunday, I had to have more. Good thing Mei gave me a whole packet of Sichuang Hot Pot base for my eventual enjoyment.

This is the packet of Chongqing Hot Pot Soup base. It makes the soup completely threateningly red as to make all jalapeƱos posers cry out for mama.

And that enjoyment is... now!!!

Yes. 24 hours later, I had to have some. And here is the initial results before I put anything else into the pot.

Red like the guy from Charlie Daniel's band when he went to Georgia.

And i had to put in a bunch of met and veggies to make it edible. Even then an entire 2 liter bottle of diet Coke went down with my meal.

The leftover is vicious looking as well.


I tossed in a bunch of bean noodles, mushrooms, and some chicken broth to tame the heat. Because, after all, going over 8 large sheets of Brawny for the sweat just isn't worth it.

I'm looking at the finished product. A few beef and fish balls floating on top, and it is going to make a wonderful meal come Tuesday at lunch.

Ma-La Hot Pot 3 days in a row...

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Beer bust @ work

We had a beer bust at work from noon to 3. It's good to get out of the cubicle and sit outside, watching middle aged people mill about, sipping on free booze, and taking a break from their otherwise go-nowhere deadend jobs thats bound for Southeast Asia.

I didn't partake in the drinking, which surprised a few folks. Probably because I don't like to stop once I stop. Letting me drink for a few hours and then yank away the taps is like foreplay and penetration, but no movement allowed. It would be worst than Guantanamo ran by Uday and Qusay.

Anyhoo I did talk the server to make me a nice little Philly cheese sandwich. It resembles nothing like Philly, I'm pretty sure contained no cheese, and did not come in the form of a sandwich.

When asked "How much cheese sauce would you like?"

I said "How about enough so we don't see the color of the meat?"

It's 2:53. I'm still eating it.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Ammonia Chloride in My Mouth

I bought a variety pack of Lakerol Sugarfree Pastilles on the way back from Norway. There is the Salt Lakris and Xena (like the warrior princess) flavors, which I remember fondly of putting in my mouth and spitting out while in Oslo. There is the Original flavor, which is a bit minty, and reminds the palette of a slightly less sweet Ricola.

Then there is this Salmiak thing. The taste is a cross of a spoonful of MSG, a chunk of urinal cake, all infused in a Bill Cosby colored gelatin, imprinted with Captain America's symbol.

Everyone at work who tried it has spit it back out within seconds. Couple of them did so violently that I have little dried up pieces of pastilles permanently bonded to my desk. Its kind of gross - when I type and move my elbow, I can run into some of these salmiak bumps.

I looked up Salmiak on Wikipedia. Turn out Salmiak is made from Ammonium Chloride. Unlike Sodium Chloride, which is common table salt, this stuff is more akin to pee.

Yum. Salted pee.

Guess I wasn't too off when I though these tasted like salted urinal cakes. I just didn't know it was used salted urinal cakes.

Monday, July 23, 2007

work hours


This is the whiteboard outside of my 10x8 cubicle. The writing appeared one day of my official work hours. I don't know who did it, but it originally said:

Official Work Schedule: 10am - 2pm.

I thought it was cute, and added:

(lunch 11:30 - 1:30).

Few days go by, and this appeared:

Mon - Thur.

Then today, this:

Odd weeks only.

Stop writing on my whiteboard, even if it is true.

The Cashier sign was from a Sherri's years ago... I think we were drunk or something.

The little sign under my name reads:

"Warning: Keep out of reach of children. Consume one drop at a time with extreme caution."

It was from a hot sauce.

M&M Wedding, me officiant

Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Mitch and Mei Greene. Wed on Friday, July 20, 2007, approximately 11:15 AM, at Oregon's International Rose Test Garden.

I, yep, officiated and solemnized the ceremony.

What started as a thumbing of the nose at my old boss's going to seminary school to become a missionary turned out to be the joining of my friends in the lovely garden of roses.

It was a bit of work to come up with the words, and I have to admit that my knees were shaking a bit when we started. But it turned out well. The weather was leaking a bit, but when we started all rain disappeared. It was as it should be. Everything went without a hitch.

What did bother me a bit is, aside from the 20 or so people attending (much more at the reception), there were another 20 or so spectators. Strangers who just wanted to see a wedding at the garden. Couple of them were taking photos. One of them video taped the whole thing.

Who happens upon wedding and film the thing in entirety?

I had wrote a couple of different scripts lasting from 5 minutes, 15 minutes, to about 30 minutes. We went with the middle version. I had a version that spoke of marriage only in fiscal responsibility and legal (pros and detriments) terms, but that was deemed not appropriated by everyone.

It was good. I wish the best for Mitch and Mei.

---
Mei & Mitch's Wedding

WELCOME

Dearest friends and family of Mei and Mitch, today is a day of celebration and thanksgiving. We are here to witness the commitment that Mei and Mitch have made to each other. As each of you has given something of yourself into their lives, each of you has a role to play in this marriage. Mei and Mitch greatly appreciate your love and support, not only today, but as you go forth from here into your individual lives. Marriage is also a time for each of us to renew our own commitments of love, so it is our hope that you will all find meaning and renewal in this celebration of love.

STATEMENT OF MARRIAGE

Mei and Mitch come together from different backgrounds and experiences. In the covenant of marriage, they do not leave those behind, but instead build on them to broaden the circle of love in this world. Their pledge to be a family and their confidence in the future brings them before us today.

Marriage is also a time to enjoy. Remember to do the simple and beautiful things that will make your love a treasure: play together; fight productively; communicate effectively with each other; make time for and enjoy what is important to both of you; treat each other as equals, being respectful and loyal along the way. Live in the lives of each other, feeling the other's joy and troubles as if they were your own. Remember that love is to be nurtured, to be lived out to the fullest-- in the simple activities of shared daily life, in realized hopes and long deferred dreams, in a quality of emotional exchange and spiritual communion toward which your whole life has been leaning.

EXCHANGE VOWS

Mitch, will you take Mei to be your wife? Will you honor and cherish her? Will you trust and respect her? Will you be her best friend, always there to listen and to offer support? Will you be dedicated to nurturing this relationship, to helping it grow, and to sharing the adventure of life? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others keep only to her as long as you both shall live?

Mei, will you take Mitch to be your husband? Will you honor and cherish him? Will you trust and respect him? Will you be his best friend, always there to listen and to offer support? Will you be dedicated to nurturing this relationship, to helping it grow, and to sharing the adventure of life? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others keep only to him as long as you both shall live?

EXCHANGE RINGS

[Mitch]

With this ring, I pledge my life to you, my constant faith, my eternal love. It is with this ring that I marry you today and forever.

[Mei]

With this ring, I pledge my life to you, my constant faith, my eternal love. It is with this ring that I marry you today and forever.

ANNOUNCEMENT

Mei and Mitch, you have declared your love and solemn vows to one another in the presence of your family and friends; I now pronounce you husband and wife.

*sob*

Friday, July 13, 2007

Aass Beer...a dedication of Ass to Mouth

"Man this beer tastes like Ass!"

That is common expression of a beer that has been sitting in my garage for a few years, enduring alternate seasons of heat, humidity, and cat urine. The skunky flavor of said beer often elicit the above exclamation.

Although I never knew what Ass taste like - where did the expression come from? Perhaps next time I should ask the if, indeed, I have created artificial Ass flavor.

Anyway I digress. In Norway, there is a beer named "Aass". Its close enough that between my child-like giggles I had to take pictures of it.

That was nice pair of Ass.

Below is pallet full of the stuff. To which I sighed and say:

"Man, that's a lot of Ass."


Here is an Aass up close and personal.


"It's Hauling Ass Beer!"


Your Ass on Ice.


Alright that's enough juvenile Ass beer fun. I swear, Tim drank so much of the stuff our friend Thor said he's never seen a man do so much Ass to Mouth.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Price of beer in Reykjavik, Iceland

Click to enlarge. Exchange rate is about 60 ISK (Icelandic Kronor) to 1 USD. This makes most beers somewhere north of $10 dollars per pint.

I bought a 12 pack of Miller Lite in Boston, and it was $11.99.

Blue Lagoon of Iceland

Ask anyone about Blue Lagoon and one might immediately conjure up images of a prepubescent Brook Shields frolicking in the summer sun on a clothing optional beach.

Ask me about Blue Lagoon and I will summon you a picture much different.

Sure, the water is blue, as seen in this unretouched photo. The weather is a bit cloudy, but sunny nonetheless. It is...well, quite beautiful.

No Brook Shields, however.

The problem is that the water is frigid. This is the Blue Lagoon of Iceland, outside of the capital Reykjavik. It is supposed to be a mixture of cold seawater and underground thermo pools that gives anyone who choose to bath in it an as yet undetermined medicinal boost.

Well, for that pool, you'll have to walk about another 100 meters and pay $35 US dollars. And it looks like this.


Very impressive, actually. Except that the water is more of an algae green than blue, and parts of the ground underwater is mushy. And the whole place smells like someone who ate two dozen hard boiled eggs and farted in a locked room with you in it two hours later.

The mushy ground is the sulfur sand. It is pure white in color, and people gather them with their hand and feet (water tends to get deep) and vigorously rub on their bodies. Many folks there sports a white face mask of said material. When asked if I will do the same, I said no. The mere idea of rubbing sulfur sand onto my body and face, of which was done previously by hundreds of thousands of others with who knows what ailments, made me dizzy.

Then I heard this woman next to me, as she entered the water.

"Ooooh. This will be so nice for my bunions!"

I left the pool after that.