Why-Ku Wednesday

Fetus got you down?
Shake dat kid right out yo snatch–
With new “Twerk n Spurt”!

Wrassle-mania

There was absolutely nothing on TV last night. And in such cases, I turn to my numero uno guilty pleasure: Pro Wrestling.

Yes, the acting is terrible. Yes it’s fakey. Yes, the storylines are camper than a boyscout jamboree.

But damn, if the menz aren’t HAWT!

I fell in lust with a couple new ones last night. First up- Antonio Cesaro.

He looks like Jason Statham. If Jason were Swiss. And 6’5″!!

Next up– bad boy CM Punk:

Sometimes he has long hair, sometimes shorter, sometimes a beard, sometimes some biker beard modification.

When I speak of liking guys who look like they just got out of prison, THIS is what I mean.

Are you pointing at me, sir? You want me to join you in your dressing room? Where you are going to gag me with your sweaty trunks while fucking me through a couch?

Well… Alright.

One Word: Didgeridoo

Seeing as how I just spent another full weekend doing drum and bugle corps stuff, I thought I’d give a progress update.

Things are actually coming together fairly well, and we are rapidly cutting down on the number of holes in the horn line. The new people are getting into the drill and forms are starting to read. And our sound is improving– yet still has a long way to go.

After the uncertainty of the entire winter season, it finally feels like we are becoming a “corps”, which makes me feel a whole lot better.

This past weekend was full of achievement. Our last run through of the show on Sunday was done without a metronome, and nothing fell apart. Which is a pretty major accomplishment considering how many tempo changes there are in the show.

Even better is the fact that we finally incorporated our didgeridoos.

Yes, you read that correctly. One of the “Primal” things that the horn line gets to do in the show this year is play a “Didg”. Well… a makeshift one constructed from black plastic PVC pipe anyway.

For the drum solo, we ditch our horns, grab our didges, then march with them at right shoulder arms. We then do some “fight” movements with them, brandishing them about, doing ripple movements– then end up playing them briefly as a group.

All of this stuff will be tweaked and modified over time of course, but for now it is enough. It adds yet another level of visual and audio demand to the show.

Yikes!!

And our first performance is rapidly approaching! June 30th to be exact. Hopefully this is still far enough away to solidify and clean what we do know, and to get more folks into the drill. Because holes really suck.

Plus we want to come out and make a strong statement with our first performance– and we need good scores so we can keep up with our arch nemesis.

So much like in years past, I will be eating and breathing drum corps until July 6th, which is my next free day.

Li’l B*Hole Comix

Although Family Circus is the main target if my wrath, sometimes it just sucks so much that there’s nothing I can do with it.

That’s when I turn to Peanuts.

So this week, I have corrupted the adorbs gang envisioned by theneotting corpse that one was Charles M Schultz.

Enjoy.

Thank God there’s no Emmy..

Or airtight Grammy!!

B*hole winner

This is from a couple weeks back. I know late, but I wanted to acknowledge the winner, as I felt this caption captured childhood innocence and cleverness.

Congrats WCS! Hope France’s weather is okay!

Better Balcony

While out with my father on Sunday, I picked up a few plants to help flesh out my balcony planters.

I learned my lesson that my smaller, cast iron planter doesn’t work for perennials. The winter was just too harsh. So that will be annuals only now.

And I am going to try perennials in one of my big planters, as it should be better insulated– maybe.

Anyway- here are the results:

Purple and white– the middle plant blooms white, and the low plants in front are a purply sweet potato vine thing.

Bowl of mini petunias on my cafe table. I always like to have a bowl of petunias around; every year I imagine it saying “Oh no, not again.”

Burgundy and reddish-pink day lilies, with some sort of pink drapey-viney flower for show.

And my herb planter. This year I have rosemary, 2 kinds of basil, lavender, and thyme.

Of all my balcony things, the herb planter seems to do best. Well, that and the petunias.

Iowa Visit

I went down to Iowa this weekend to visit my Dad. He’s doing ok, but is having some up and down times still. And since this was my only free weekend until after July 4th, I needed to go visit.

Naturally there were several outdoor chores to do– pruning/raising tree canopies, clearing dead branches, chopping up brush, raking, weeding, moving a bird house, changing lightbulbs, etc. Dad is very house-proud, you see.

We got all the chores done and what with all the rain Iowa has been getting, everything was quite lush:

Lush– yet not in full bloom. Dad’s back yard is all terraced wildflowers and shrubs and stuff, and the rain/cold spring has delayed everything.

His Koi pond looked good tho:

After yard work we went to see the new Star Trek. It was pretty good, even if it should have been called Khan: Now Even Wrathier!

I also got dad out to some greenhouses to pick up some plants that he needed for landscaping. I got some too– and sorta finished up my balcony planting. Pics of that tomorrow.

The drive home was fairly cool because the weather was so unsettled. And Iowa being, well… Iowa, it offered vistas of all the storm clouds.

Yeah, I snapped the last two while driving. At least I wasn’t texting and driving!

Li’l B*Hole Comix

Hiya.

I’ve been so busy that I really haven’t had much time to squeeze out da comix. But today I made time.

I’ll award the winner from last contest on Monday. Until then:

And now for your turn. Submit ayer own caption for the comic below in the comments section. Please? Pretty please?!?

It Came!

Hello, my name is CB and…..

I’m a bag-a-holic.

It’s completely ridiculous (I know, I KNOW) but I see a nice messenger bag and I simply MUST have it! It’s an addiction and I can’t control it.

Here’s my latest acquisition:

It’s a totally genuine Louis Vuitton all the way from Shanghai!! (Gotta love Chinese slave labor!)

I realized that in my murse collection, I didn’t really have a nice, plain black one. Several brown– but no dressy black. So……

The inside label says it comes from Palis, Flance, so it’s legit. Right? And at a tiny fraction of the cost of one bought in an LV boutique. You know, because of all that markup and such.

His name is Milo. I think it is a fine addition to my collection.