Monday, November 16, 2009

Drill Baby, Drill

Ordinarily, I'm quite the tree-hugger. Hell, the under the right conditions, (soft moonlight, a couple of drinks, just the right elm), I might go so far as to be a tree-fondler. I have no patience for those who would pave over the wilderness just to keep the oil taps flowing for another six months. But there are certain goals for which I would put my environmentalism aside and say that you've just got to break out the drills, cut through the ice, and release that sweet, sweet liquid.

And this is one of them.

Seriously, this sounds like it involves pulling up some floorboards and busting out an axe. Why hasn't this been done on the sly already? I'd love to tour Antarctica, and if I ever get there, and if I ever get to see Shackleton's shacks, (see what I did there?), I can guarantee you there'll be a hole in the floor when I leave.

EDITOR'S NOTE: If you haven't read about Ernest Shackleton, do yourself a favor and look him up. Amazing story. Somewhat odd that Scott gets all the glory, but Shackleton came back alive. With all his men.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

What Has Two Thumbs And Just Finished A Bottle Of Jack Daniels?

This guy!!

Oh, wait, that doesn't work if you're not in the room with me does it?

And for the record there wasn't all that much left in the bottle. Perhaps the equivalent, (I'm sure I spelled that wrong. Screw you for noticing), of two fingers.

I was getting tired of the wholesomeness of the last post. The gap in time was bothering me too. I'd write more, but am too tired. All is well here in Limpyville. I may start writing again, I may not. Sometimes I miss it. Other times I don't. And so it goes.

It is interesting to see the number of others who have stopped. And unlike me, didn't have the common decency to make a last post telling everyone they were quitting. Because I'm just cool like that. And also am apparently quite the liar, since I've put up several posts since retiring lo these many months ago. Although in my defense, most of the new posts sucked.

Anyway, just wanted to stop in and say hi. We'll see how many people still stop in here. Vaya con dios.

Friday, June 19, 2009

So What Would You Do?

Other than be surprised that there's something new here.

My son likes a girl. Which is a start. We have it on good authority that she likes him back. Which is the problem. Now what does he do? They're 11. Does he ask her out? if so, where do they go? How do they get there? Is it cool to hold hands in the hallways? Should they have lunch together? Am I obligated to let him use the car? And more importantly, what do they do two weeks from now when they've become interested in another person?

Man my head hurts. I'm happy that the little bugger likes a girl who likes him back, Lord knows there's nothing better for the male ego at age 11, (hell, it ain't so bad at age 40), but I don't envy him the whole "trying to figure out what to do next" stage at age 11. Sort of makes me glad I didn't have that problem until I was about 18.

Hey, I had a late growth spurt OK?

Ah yes, the awkward conversations, the "does she or doesn't she" thoughts, the whole trying to figure out what I should do next and does she want me to do that or will she think I'm a hopeless dork if I do that thing. Good times.

So far all I've told him is to ask me any questions he wants about any situtation that comes up and I'll tell him what I would have done at his age. Then I told him that since what I would ahve done at age 11 is drink some chocolate milk and go play Dungeons & Dragons, he should do the exact opposite of whatever I come up with and he should be OK.

Frankly, at age 11 my only advice would be if she likes you and you like her than hang around together and have a good time, but don't take anything too seriously. But I'm pretty sure this is all going to end with someone going emo and developing an unhealthy fascination with holding sharp objects to their forearams.

I just hope it isn't me.

EDITOR'S NOTE: He got the girl. If you've never seen an 11 year old walk around trying to be cool with a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, you haven't lived.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

In Which I Disclose The Meaning Of Life To You

If I ever write an authobiography, you can be sure of two things. First, the title of this entry will be the title to one of the chapters, if not the entire book, and two, I will lie about the size of my penis.

But that's not what we're here to talk about today. No, I'm dropping in to disclose the meaning of life as I currently understand it. And that meaning is that you should drop whatever you're doing and go see these guys any time they're within a 3 hour drive of you. I saw them late last week. It was, far and away, the best concert I have ever been to. Ever. And keep in mind, I've watched The Suicide Girls take their clothes off while twirling a Hula Hoop. Try to imagine what it would be like if James Brown dropped acid right before going on stage. Or better yet, what would happen if you dropped acid and went to a James Brown concert. You'd probably see an Indian dude prancing around in nothing but a yellow cape, a plastic Darth Vader helmet and a pair of hot pants.

And by the way ladies, this is not a man who spends a great deal of time, (i.e. "any"), doing sit-ups or push-ups. Here's a picture. And I will tell you that depsite a physique that says "I am far more familiar with Kentucky Fried Chicken than I should be", this is the coolest guy in the room. When he's performing, you will want to be him, although later, when you look down at yourself and see your toes, you'll rethink part of that. But goddamn that voice!

The band Khan surrounds himself with is the tightest group I've ever seen. Didn't miss a note while pounding through what I can only call garage-punk-soul at an energy level that bordered on obscene. As did the hot pants outfit, but whatever. The show was in a small club ouside on Boston. There were probably 200-300 people in there. About halfway through the show I decided that Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers have to die. I can't take the idea that this band is blowing the roof off of small clubs at $20 a ticket while those little shits are lip-synching their way through sold-out arenas with three figure tickets. Fuck them.

I can't possibly do this show any justice, I can only urge you to see King Khan & The Shrines at your first opportunity. If you like music, you'll love this group. I think I got about three hours of sleep that night and I'd have gone back again the next night if they were playing. And my ears had stopped ringing. Bring ear plugs.

Editor's Note: If you click here, and assuming I haven't fucked this up like I usually do, you'll get to a video of Kong Khan & The Shrines doing "Land of the Freak". Gives you some idea of the live show, although by no means the whole experience. Seriously, check them out if they're ever near you. And throw rocks at The Jonas Brothers. I'm pretty sure that's legal.

Friday, May 01, 2009

Oh Good, Another Milestone


I turned 40 at about 7:30 this morning. Hence the 1940's pin-up girl to the left. Classy and semi-pornographic! A few days ago someone asked me how I felt about this approaching age. My response, which I seriously doubt is original, was that it beats the hell out of the alternative.

A friend sent me an email today saying that "40 is the new 30" and then going on to say something along the lines of it really must have sucked back in the old days when they felt this bad at age 30. I don't really feel all that bad, but I do confess to a creeping knowledge that I am never going to feel as good as I did when I was 27. Or that night when I turned 30 and my wife took me to a strip bar.

By the way, I showed my wife this little atrocity of a blog, so all three of you, (and that might be generous), who still stop by here, say "hi". Hi honey.

Anyway, I'd say I'd write more here, but I'd be lying. I'll try. I'd really like to finish the 50 states thing someday. Maybe by the time I turn 50. or I could just get a Twitter account and do it all in one day. 24 states in 140 characters.

My co-workers are buying me lunch today. Which is cool. Honestly, though, the only reason I didn't take today off was that they'd kill me if I deprived them of the chance to get ice cream. Of course, I'd do the same if they didn't show up on their birthdays and deprived me of a chance to get ice cream. Seriously, don't get between me and mint chocolate chip ice cream. 40 or not, I will knock you down.

Hope all is well. I'm going to go take a nap and then yell at the neighborhood kids to get off my lawn.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Happy St. Patrick's Day



This is Kate Mara. Her dad owns the Giants, so I'm assuming she loves football. She clearly does not love wearing a lot of clothing, but does like guns.

I'm not really sure what's coming through her door in this picture, but whatever it is, it doesn't appears she's a fan of it.

I'm not sure what this picture has to do with St. Patrick's Day. The Maras might be Irish. Her eyes could be green. Really, it's a hot chick in her underwear. Do I really need a reason?

Friday, February 20, 2009

For Rhonda, Or, It's BetterTo Be Badgered Than Buggered

Chapter 22 in the "Let's Face It He's Never Gonna Finish This Stupid Thing" "Know Limpy's States"

Wisconsin is the 30th State, entering the Union on May 29, 1848. This despite having been part of the United States since we defeated the British in the American Revolution, thereby winning the right to drink untaxed tea and to stop speaking English. The name "Wisconsin" is derived from the Algonquin name for the Wisconsin River, which, surprisingly, wasn't 'The Wisconsin River' No, those Indians never gave anything a simple name. If they just called each other solid names like "John" or "Doug" Instead of thinking up things like "Dances With Wolves" perhaps they would have had more time to invent things like gun powder and small pox vaccinations. Which would have been a lot more helpful.
Here's a picture of Jean Nicolet, a French explorer and the first European to wander about Wisconsin. I think this picture makes two things pretty clear. First, Jean seems to have had a pretty high opinion of himself. Second, injuns are afraid of loud noises. Hey guys, both guns are empty now. You can kill him with a sharp stick now. Also, this might be the only time the French won a battle against superior numbers.

Anyway, while sitting around busily not developing vaccines, the Algonquins decided to call their river "Meskousing", which means something like "it lies red" and may refer to how the river looked next to the sandstone cliffs. Pretty, isn't it? Some French guy passed this along to his (apparently illiterate) companions, who somehow changed the spelling to "Ouisconsin" Later, when the English settlers started showing up, much like ants at a picnic, they changed the spelling to Wisconsion, because let's face it, spelling it the French way would've been totally gay.

46% of Wisconsin is covered by forest. 54% is covered with cheese. Wisconsin produces more dairy products than any other state in the United States except California,[17] and leads the nation in cheese production. Wisconsin ranks second behind California in overall production of milk and butter, and it ranks third in per-capita milk production, behind Idaho and Vermont. Again, don't click on the links, I'm cutting and pasting here. The largest city in Wisconsin is Milwaukee, well known as the purveyor of fine ales like Miller, Schlitz, Blatz and Pabst. Take a look at those last three names and tell me that people in Wisconsin don't have a habit of getting so shit-faced that they can only order their next round by uttering non-sensical syllables from their perch on the floor.



There are 5,601,640 people in Wisconsin. Most of them voted for Brett Farve in the Presidential election, only to learn that their votes didn't count, as Frave is a native of Mississippi and therefore Constitutionally barred from running anything more complicated than a bumper car ride at a town carnival.

A little known fact about Wisconsin, (and parts of Michigan, but wait your damn turn Michiganites), is that the same night as Mrs. O'Leary's cow got drunk and kicked over a lantern, thereby burning down most of Chicago and creating the base for most of my current ideas about urban renewal, there was a much more devastating fire in Wisconson. You can follow the link to learn more about it, but since this will ostensibly come out on or about Christmas, (ed. note, yeah, that didn't happen did it?) you may want to wait a day or so. I find that stories of fiery death don't work well with the holidays.

Wisconsin is known as "The Badger State". God only knows why. I guess when you're discovered by the French you do what you can to sound tough. Here's a picture of a badger. Cuddly little thing isn't it?
I can see what you'd want that as your state representative. But then, Connecticut uses the Sperm Whale as its state mammal, so perhaps I should just shut up, eh? Oddly, Wisconsin's state wild animal is the white-tailed deer. Badgers being so tame and all.



Wisconsin's state bird is the robin, which is a) kind of a pussy if you ask me, and b), a total rip-off of Connecticut, which already uses the robin as its state bird. Get your own damn birds you curd-eating weasels!!

The state flower is the wood violet, which is shown here and does not like anything like a dogwood.
Actually, if you ask me it sort of does, but then, I didn't take horticulture in college, I took history, and I probably wouldn't know a wood violet if it walked up and bit me in the ass. I would however, recognize a badger it it were to do the same, so don't get any ideas.



The highest point in Wisconsin is Timms Hill, which towers a mere 1,971 feet above sea level. I will give Wisconson points for honesty, as naming anything under 2,000 feet a "mountain", even if it is the highest spot in your dairy-addled state smacks of false advertising. Wisconsin also has some neat sandstone features called "Dells"
which were created by glaciers, or glacier creating dams, or both, or neither. Look, I'm not a geologist OK? I just think they look cool.


THINGS TO DO IN WISCONSIN: Some people like to make jokes about how all anyone wants to do in Wisconsin is eat cheese and drink beer and get really fat. And since this is front and center on the Wisconsin Tourism's Department web-site, they may be right. You could also take a tour of Black Point Mansion, which was built by a German beer baron. I'm not sure how interesting it would be, but it involves beer and I've always had a soft spot in my heart for Homer Simpson's "Beer Baron" character. Also I suspect that this is a pretty accurate representation of most Green Bay fans, unless TV has lied to me all these years. They do say the camera adds ten pounds.

There's also a "Food & Froth Fest" that starts tomorrow, involving the sampling of Wisconsin's finest food and beer. In other words, it's several hours of cheese, bratwurst and Schlitz. I'll be clearing my schedule. Listen, I may make fun of people who eat and drink too much, but it's done out of jealousy.

MISS WISCONSIN LOOK LIKE THIS:

What? OK, so Brett Farve isn't really Miss Wisconsin, but the way he played for the Jets at the end of the last year, he'd have been better off sporting a gown and tiara. And the cow over there really is named "Miss Wisconsin,
continuing a trend we picked up on in Tennessee. Hopefully that's all we picked up in Tennessee, but you noever know what's in the water there.



Here's real picture of someone purported to be Miss Wisconsin 2008. I say purprtedly both to show off my impressive vocabulary, and because while looking for "Miss Wisconsin 2008" I got numerous different results, including a cow, a Miss Beer Cart Wisconsin group photo, and a Miss Southern Wisconsin 2008. I didn't realize that Wisconsin was such a huge beauty contest state.

I chose this picture becuase I do know several people who hunt in Wisconsin, and it looks like one of them just mistook the pageant winner for a deer. More importantly, you can kind of see her boob.

LIMPY'S CONNECTION TO STATE: I can find it on a map, but that's about it.

HAS LIMPY EVER GOTTEN LAID IN THIS STATE: No.

Up next: Are you kidding? It took me like three months to do this much! Someone tell Rhonda I finally got Wisconsin finished.