9-08-01

If you are ever in the mood to get yourself thrown around a bit, you know, tossed to the sidewalk and what-not, then here's a fun way to go about it. I have a friend, for the sake of this story, we'll call him Kip. Kip and his friend Elwood were at Exedus II, one of the popular reggae clubs near Wrigley Field, and one of our other friends, we'll call him Darren, was bartending that night. So Darren gave them lots of free drinks. Eventually, they were over-served and decided to take off. They wandered north on Clark Street, the main street leading to Wrigley Field, and they came to Clark and Addison where the Cubby Bear is. The Cubby Bear is a large, hateful sports bar that often has frat type bands play. Seeing the lines of people who go into the Cubby Bear is enough for me to know that it's not the kind of bar I ever want to ever be in. I was in there once for a private party and even though it was a freestyle "hip-hop" party which sounds somewhat alternative, everyone in attendance looked like they had wandered out of a sorority mixer. As Kip and Elwood walked by the entrance to the Cubby Bear, Kip turned to the bouncer at the door and said, "I'm going to eat your brains." No one really knows what drove him to say to the bouncer of a frat, sports bar, "I'm going to eat your brains," but in fact he did say, "I'm going to eat your brains." Needless to say Kip enjoyed a meeting of the minds with the sidewalk and various other objects close at hand. A bruised rib and other similar injuries was a part of the package. Sadly it would appear that many bouncers lack a sense of the absurd.

At the Quimby's zine party on Friday evening, I saw a guy with a wooden arm and a metal claw hand. The claw hand was the kind with two moveable claws that can squeeze together. He was carrying a bag with a new pair of shoes in a shoebox from his claw hand. His wife similarly had a bag with shoes from the same store. It's not often you see a guy with a metal claw hand, and I thought it was pretty cool.

By the way, if anyone who reads this has connections to any of the following, I would really appreciate it if you would contact me:

Getting a job writing for The Daily Show on Comedy Central
Getting a job writing shows for the Cartoon Network
Getting a job in France
Getting a job in Amsterdam
Please, please, please, please, please. Am I dreaming? Yeah. Girl's gotta dream.

Thank you, and good day.