I started making this in 2007 with all intentions of being on adult swim, but I only got as far as the silent cruddy looking little animation you see here.
Toy Taggers
Today I arrived home a bit early around 3:00 pm and realized as I approached my garage that it had been tagged on in red paint. The bastards must have done it some time between 9:00 am and 3:00 pm. As is usual for my alley the writing itself is terrible and it’s content is even worse. BLAZE, GSH (?), SD (or SP?) and of course 420! WTF!? Why on earth would some degenerate douche bag who goes by the alias BLAZE tag his scraggly, little toy letters on my garage and then bless it with a 420? He might as well had left a alien with the words believe written beneath it. There is no logic behind these actions. First this is in an alley nobody sees this. Second they painted it on my garage door when there’s a perfectly good fence next to my garage that actually faces people driving thru the alley, were someone to drive down the alley they will not see the tags without turning their heads. The only person that does get a nice direct look at it is me becuase I am the only one driving into my garage. Way to make my Friday and contribute to the urban landscape that is east dago (grmmble grmmble… fuxxors)
Food Update
My broken down ghetto eats are soon coming to an end. Sort of, the old lady doesn’t have a job and we need loot! So we may actually continue to have a freezer with just ice trays in it.
To celebrate my creativity with boneless, skinless chicken breasts I’ve decided to showcase two of my highlights in my fly by night survival cooking exploits. Please forgive my poopy cell phone pictures.
First up is the old chicken fajita torta. The idea of a torta is pretty lame but I was super hungry and needed something to eat my fajitas with. There stood some fresh bolillo rolls and the rest was history.
Next is the chicken stew I made tonight. It was a bit on the salty side and I put too many potatos in it. But it was still delicious over rice. Good for the chilly weather.
And of course my dessert, some Old Fitzgerald on rocks in my pimp glass.
I Miss My Maple
Where in the F did my single flange maple wood plugs go. I stopped wearing them for some odd reason and now I can’t find them. My feeble brain can’t remember if I had them on in LA and left them at ConoLu’s (Find them dammit!) it’s driving me bat shit crazy. I realized they were missing the day we took off to Orlando.
I still have some olive wood double flange plugs but they’re nothing like my maples 🙁 I can’t even find maple plugs anywhere. I found maple wood plugs for barrels? It’s like maple isn’t cool anymore or something. I will find some to replace them but really hope that by the time I get new ones the old ones show up. They don’t even look like maple anymore, they are dark and oily from years of grimey lobe wear.
Please come home, I miss you.