May 15, 2006
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Slowing Down Ping Pong Round…
Can I just say that the PS 260 flowers delve more and more into the yonic every day?
Speaking of, check this little number I came upon on Prince.
18 titties and 4 pairs of ass. Awesome. I saw some dude trying to interview peeps at the statue, but no one would stop.
Well you know I did, gave him some awesome qoutables too: with that much t and a, I wondered about the amount of vaginas hidden inside, and if they all had different levels of depth and lubrication.
Then a sad day at work, when we bid goodbye to the great Mad-villain.
Bye Mad, hope all goes well in your unemployment.
Wednesday I had tickets to Pinback. John Nick Geoff and his friends had tickets to Brian Jonestown Massacre, so I prepartied at Nicks.
Geoff and I discussed the future of an indepth interview piece on John.
Got to know his girlfriend and his friends (well maybe not that much, seeing as I don’t remember their names).
And headed off to Irving Plaza.
Originally, I was supposed to go with Jenna, but she had to fly home for her step father’s PhD ceremony, so at the last minute, I forced Josh to go since he lived so close by. It was, to my amazement, his first time at this venue, which is a stone’s throw from his house.
And this is the part where I usually say the band rocked.
Except, much to my surprise, they fucking sucked. Their sound is so steady and melodic, and when they have plenty of takes to get it perfect on the record, they sound great, but live, dude, awful. They kept singing off key, and then their equipment didn’t work. I don’t know if this is the start of the tour and they’re just getting the kinks out, but damn, what a disapointment. I was embarrassed I forced Josh to come.
Though he thought it was all worth it once I took the pict of the night, this moody little number in red.
Then we both explained our theories on what these Union Sq numbers represent. He read an article that thinks one side is counting up to something, while the other side counts down, but I know I’m right. Its just a very exact clock. The first four digits are military time, and the rest are ultrananoseconds.
Friday, poker finally came back to town.
I played a wishy washy game, calling too much, getting lucky to fuck Cassens a few times, but mostly losing. Then buckling down to take some pots against Bomba (who’s been on a down streak for a bit) and John, only to chicken out of calling Mclane and missing an opportunity to win an eighty dollar pot.
So I got out of the cash game ten up, rallying back from 40 down, only to lose to Cassens in the final evening out of our suck outs on each other. I’ll leave poker with a picture of Ogo, who’d not returned to the felt in a while. Here is his look of distress after losing the huge stack he’d built up.
With Jenna gone and work not on my ass, I did not leave my apartment from Friday to Sunday, working all weekend on my very own website. Yes, I’m finally kicking this directing dream into some sort of gear with the newly designed I Direct Pictures. I know its clunky, but it’s a start.
Sunday I finally left the building when Garza called me up, and I decided it was time for some real deal Pong. We just played winner stays for a bit.
Where I beat chris once and garza beat us both.
Then we had a round robin tourney, which garza dominated again.
Here he is gloating.
With chris smiling for his silver place.
And sad little ol’ me in last.
Then I wanted to do a different sort of game, so I came up with the endurance tourney: winner has to stay and it’s a race to seven wins. By the end, garza just wanted to chicken out, but he rallied and took it.
Josh came by, and I was amazed that this was his first time at the office.
Which also meant it was his first time on the roof.
Where a dark and ominous Empire State bid the three adieu as they went off to enjoy MI III.
A slow but fulfilling week, all in all.
