My Little Nugget, Chuy

As most of you know, I don't care to read anything more than a magazine or a blog. But when I saw the title of this gem, I actually thought about reading it! This has to be the funniest book title I've ever seen. Chelsea and Chuy could come to my house for drinks ANYTIME!

Erin and Andoe's 2008 Summer Tour

Finally, we got to see Erin and Andoe for a quick visit. Good food, good drinks, good company. Glad you guys got to see me. It must have been hard going that long without your Chris fix.

Rack 'Em Rack Bar

My little sister introduced me to Willie James "Rack Em Rack Bar" Huff some time ago. He has become quite the Georgia cewebrity. This only solidifies the fact that I need to get a pet homeless-man that is filled with the Holy Spirit.

They grow up so fast

As of now, Mr Peepers CAN FLY!!!! Like really fly! I was watching him from the window one day and he just TOOK OFF! He flew up to this light pole and was hanging out with another pigeon. Then he just came back! (that's him on the left.)

I know, I know, birds do that. It's what they do. They fly. I shouldn't have been so excited.

Now, he takes off and goes places and comes back to hang out. He is just like our friend-bird. Everyone who has met him goes out on the balcony saying that they don't want to touch him 'cause he's so nasty and all that hoo-hah. Next thing you know they are kissing and hugging up on him in no time. You just can't help it. He's a good bird. Brandy did a fine job raising that one.

The Imposter

So, I was returning home from running at Audubon Park the other day and when I pulled into my driveway, I noticed something moving on the ground. Oh, Mr Peepers! He must have learned to fly! But he looked a little limpy or hurt or something. So, I scooped him up and took him back upstairs to the balcony only to find the REAL Mr Peepers staring right at me. I was holding some nasty street bird with no home training. EEWWW!

After calling Brandy with my free hand and asking her what to do, street-bird was quickly returned to the ground. We didn't want another bird. Like Bran said, we just have to let nature take it's course.....this time. He has been lingering around for days now. Just sitting on the steps or near the driveway everyday when we leave or come home. I just walk around him and ignore him like he's a homeless person. We have enough going on with Peeps.

I guess the word in pigeon world is that Mr Peepers has it good because they all just sit around on rooftops and stare at our balcony. We are constantly surrounded. Everybody just wants the good life like this fellow has.

Krazy Yo takes over the globe!

KNY is up to his antics again.

Krazy Yo seems to be getting around these days.







(click to blow this one up. nice cap.)

Mr. Peepers

As some of you know, Brandy and I have been raising a nasty orphan pigeon. He and his sibling were knocked out of their nest during a pigeon street fight. Sibling died and Mr Peepers (3 days old) turned into our problem. It has been nasty and messy and he's probably disease-ridden, but we've accidentally grown to love him.

We had to feed him with a syringe at first. (please note that when I say we, it mostly means Brandy)

Then, Brandy decided to teach him how to perch. I think Peepers thinks Brandy is his mama. He chases her around the balcony sticking his beak up her pajama legs. She wouldn't let me put pajama video on here. But it's funny.

He still lives on our balcony. Brandy has an opened cage out there but he only sleeps in it. He just hangs out.

Time to learn how to fly! Poor Weezy is so ready to go outside and eat that little shit!

Okay, time for some REAL flying. Sorry about the sideways video. Just tilt your head.

If I had my way, he would just come to visit on the balcony but go live somewhere else. Just be a friend-bird. We're trying to think of where he would be safe. Our neighbor who works at the Zoo says that the park is full of predatory birds that would kill him. Brandy thinks the pigeons at Cafe du Monde have it made and that he should go live there. I might take him Sunday to let him check out the Quarter. See if he likes it. See if he "belongs" there. I'll keep you posted. I'm sure you are all VERY concerned about the future of this shit-scratcher.

noo yawk

It has taken me a while but these are some pics from my New York trip. Although it was a work thang, I managed to have a little fun. Long story short.....


Met with some frame companies in really cool suites that all have free food and booze to make you buy more. It worked.

This one had a veranda and with a great view. Weather was nice, too.

Went for a run one morning where I checked out Grand Central Station, the New York Public Library (no, I didn't touch a book. I just wanted to see the building), Bryant Park, etc.

Went to see Chicago. I was impressed with the talent.






Ate at some good places. Del Frisco, Butter, Carnegie Deli (mmm!). Saw all of the touristy stuff like Radio City Music Hall, St Patrick's Cathedral, Rockefeller Center (saw a proposal on the ice skating rink), Trump Towers, The Plaza, Carnegie Hall, Times Square, Madison Square Garden, etc....






Got to go on a dinner cruise on the Hudson. They took us under the Brooklyn Bridge and right up to the Statue of Liberty. Also pretty cool.





Saw a bunch of fah-reeks in line to be on America's Got Talent. I doubt that they do.






This is me acting an ass in a limo.




Then, flashing some "ones" like a true pimp does.





I did get to go to a really cool party NY style. It reminded me a little of "Less Than Zero" in a way. Models were walking around with vodka shots and caviar which was lame at first, then it seemed not so lame after a bunch of those damn shots. And why was everyone sniffing so much? Cold? Maybe the flu?








I saw this Dawg at the show. (not my pic)




Also, shared a flight with Jane Krakowski from 30 Rock. But she will ALWAYS be Cousin Vicki from National Lampoon's Vacation to me. (again, not my pic)

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Lastly, I tried to stalk Amy Poehler again. This was a close as I got.



And that was the short story? The End.

Get Your Tickets Now!

Kenny is officially f'ing hilarious.
i found this little gem in my email inbox this morning.



After years of perfecting their signature moves (top to bottom) Danny (a.k.a. MC Splitz), Chris (a.k.a. Krazy Yo), and Marcel (a.k.a. Sir Spin It Up),collectively known by their break dance crew name, "Three Deep", are about to "kick" off their first ever stateside tour. Coming soon to a youth center or skate park near you. Picture inset. "Three Deep" execute their show stopper "The Totem Pizzizole".



you may recognize the middle picture from the Easter pics.

Kenny, YOU IS A FOOL!!! and i loves it.

Krazy Yo

Prohibition Abolition Bike Ride

It was a sunny Monday. We were only slightly hungover from the prior nights' card game when Brandy and I decided to join Kressy and Timmy for some afternoon delight on bikes. Kressy wanted to bike-bar hop to celebrate the abolition of Prohibition or something like that. It was also Billie Holiday's B'day so I thought it sounded like enough reason drink. Plus, Kressy had a brand-new-to-her "John Boy Walton" style bike to sport. So, we peddled over to Ms. Mae's and had some dollar drinks then locked up again at the Buddha Belly for burgers and booze. So what do we find as we leave?

Goddamn muther-fucking, shit-sucking, cock-stroking, bike-stealing, soul-sucking fuck knots stole mine and Brandy's bikes.....again! It's like my 3rd bike!



Mine was a nice little green and silver number. I tricked it out with that cheesy speedometer/pedometer thingy and the cup holder held a medium daiquiri cup just perfectly!

Brandy's was purple an had little stickers and a fancy top-o-tha-handlebar cup holder.

We were safely locked up to this here tree at the Buddha Belly.



Next thing you know, we're catching a fucking cab. This is all that was left.



I had my seat inside the bar with me because of my little storage pouch attached to it.



We drove around a little hoping to find them and I was hoping to have a reason to get blood on the grill of my Jeep. As God is my witness, if I ever find the fun-stealers that took our bikes......I'll be in jail.

And when you thought it couldn't get any worse, I had to go to WALMART!

UUGGHHHH!!!!!

Where is that Xanax.........