Lunatic Fringe

Starting today actually. I have more stuff to do than I have me to go around. Today is Jon's birthday, and it is also my parents anniversary (they always happen on the same day around the same time of year, who'd have thought?). I have work, which should be nice; then I have my cousin Marla's wedding. I love Marla, and the wedding will be great, except they make me extremely nervous, agitated, and prone to consume mass amounts of alcohol to combat the situation- I have the great ability to project myself in the situation, and then I hit the panic button, and thats never good. But we got our fingers crossed over here, and we're hoping I don't freak out, well I'm hoping, for the most part nobody else will give a shit, and for good reason. Then it's fourth of July, so gonna try and make a run at .'s party-perhaps just crash into the lake for good measure, get that out of the way- I like fireworks so as a rule it's a good time of year. And I'm going

Is what I was listening to on Sunday. And it was ridiculously good, Skynyrd played one of the best sets I've ever listened to in my days. As for the whole day it was awesome, did the rounds in the parking lot a few times with Girth Brooks, Wallace, Mitch, Longo, and other assorted revelers. We had the unique opportunity to become members of the "Utica Club," as I was forced to show off my beer funneling prowess on more than one occasion. Decon was there, discussing the impending Memorial Day 2006 bash; new venue, more bands- at least now I have something to look forward to for '06. Did I mention cowboys hats and pickup trucks are great accesories for chicks? Because thats out there now, and it was working for most every girl in the parking lot, then again beer my system seems to always go nicely on girls- so thats some sort of triple threat right there. The one low point of the concert-day occured when this bus full of rank amateurs pulled up (it should be n

Another wonderful night at Timmys, and a brief encounter with a certain girl who hails from the Buffalo region these days. The idea of taking a camcorder out to document a typical night was discussed between shots of terrible, terrible, terrible whiskey last night. I for one am all for it, provided people's faces are blurred out for legal purposes, as well as self esteem issues. Last night for example would have been a great night to record things, so that whatever the hell ended up in those pancakes could have been seen; it was like the equivalent of 50 cases of grain alcohol into my jugular vein. One thing that wasn't in those pancakes was watermelon though, because that ended up in/on Wallace's car->then onto Tommy D's back. I wish I was a picture guy, there would be pictures of that, because funny it was. Today is Saturday, which makes tomorrow Sunday/Father's Day/Skynyrd Day. I'm pumped, it's gonna be a nice little Sunday, if you haven't gotten

Nice little evening at the birthday(s) party. Paul Grates and I were discussing walk-off homeruns and how Jose Mesa happened to be serving that evening; very painful memories were evoked for the kid, I kind of felt bad for him, he's in that whole why can't my club win one, ever stage. For the most part I live there too, but not really, actually not much at all anymore. As for me I drank early, and then later on I stood behind the bar, and wiped stuff up with the towel or put water into glasses for people; I became a real go-to guy. Is anybody else troubled by how many people's birthdays take place in the span of the past few days? Gia, Roc, two Belmonts, my cousin Garold, and Sven Maley; if I wanted to make a bad mental picture I would run it all back negative nine months and check out what was going on around that time of year; did a seasonal Barry Manilow traveling show always come to town around then? Meanwhile back at the Tack Buck was taking a stroll down memory lane a

June 24th everybody is gonna have the opportunity to see George Romero's 4th sequel to his original masterpiece Night of the Living Dead. Night had two sequels, Dawn of the Dead, which is a comic book adventure, and the much darker and cult favorite, Day of the Dead. The entire trilogy stands on its own as one of the best horror franchises ever, and my pesonal favorite. Land of the Dead is set shortly after Day (of the dead) and features the acting of John Leguizamo, (The Pest, Spun) Dennis Hopper, (Easy Rider, apocalypse Now) the lesser KnowN Simon Baker, and as no stranger to the game, the lovely and talented, Asia Argento. Go and see Land of the Dead, Universal has grown the balls to give Romero some serious cash to do what all of his fans have been wanting since Duane Jones took it in the forehead in the end of the original. Romeros a great director who understands what his fans want from his movies, and will deliver. I suggest that this be your must see movie of the summer, Go

i was drinking a hi-c and remembered my old packed lunches from yester-year and my favorite drinks were the slimer ones, god those should come back

BW's birthday party was pretty clutch, we played copious amounts of beer pong, (winning roughly 10 in a row at one point) which of course sent Chad Chad to bed early; interesting presents were presented. Ricky was of course the first to pass out on that most festive evening, and in the mean time it was decided that he should re-enlist in the Anheuser-Busch Armada. Captain Bud was once again prowling the high seas, and hilarious pictures followed in his wake. John Bizness also came out for the night, and some serious meetings were had to try and swing the bitter hammer back towards CB, but the debate rages on. But seriously those pictures of Rick are mega funny.

...a big early weekend is what it is. Heading out to the capitol region for a birthday fiesta type deal. People I know are going, along with some Armenian rappers and some stray horticulturalists. We're looking at a party that will be solid to very solid, judging by the strength of the guest list, but that's just how I roll. On Saturday @ 2, @ the field we will be playing baseball, so if you're everybody and not Joe B (like I think you are) you'll be awake and raring to go for this most special ball game. Tell your friends that already know about it to come on down. Holler.

So this girl IMs me today and tells me I was in her dreams. And the dream was a bad one, because her house kept almost burning down. I was hoping for a dirty dream but hey you can't win 'em all right? Anyway, it turned out to be some sort of act of arson, me of course being the arsonist. Apparently I had jammed a french fry in a gas pipe, which I learned from MacGuyver's arch-nemesis Murdock when I was just a wee lad. On a related front the Larold Jay death watch has been going pretty well, as we hope there won't be much to see today; and yesterday was pretty easy because he was either blowing chow in the bathroom or passed out on the couch, kind of cuts his options down a little bit. We are going to try and get a ball game in for this Saturday around 2 loyal readers...The Joe Birds, who as of late have been managed by Goo Hyatt are starting to put a respectable lineup together and is as follows: Goo Hyatt, Joe Bird the lazy bastard, little Andy aka Fro, multiple Belmon

Well after a long day of puking and sleeping, it is finally time to eat after my 24 hr famine. Rock strong, live long fellas.

Aight, I really can't think of anything to write, so I'm gonna list the top 5 quotes my friends had on various nights... 1) Pat Caiola- (on qb shaun king) "he's not Overrated, he's not underated, hes just...rated" 2) Paul Dack- (on anthony longo) "great length's my ass" 3) Tony Lavallo- (being Tony) "ever hear that song Layla, by Damian and theDominos" 4) Card Caiola- (to a belmont) "Larry Bird's mustache is cooler than your whole existence" 5) Alex greenburg- (to mrs. tubert while his desk faces opposite way as her) "i have to face mecca" I must add that most of these comments were made under the unfluence of alcohol, and if the offended anyone, they can surely go take a shit, and/or go and procede to fuck themselves.

After a long night of making love, he notices a photo of another man on her night stand by the bed. He begins to worry. "Is this your husband?" he nervously asks. "No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him. "Your boyfriend, then?" he continues. "No, not at all," she says, nibbling away at his ear. "Is it your dad or your brother?" he inquires, hoping to be reassured. "No, no, no!!!" she answers. "Well, who in the hell is he, then?" he demands. "That's me before my surgery." In other more hilarious news, the Yankees still suck. Always good to see the Twin working a safety squeeze for successful results against the Spanks. More to come soon about actually playing baseball this weekend, with Joe B out of the skipper position anything is possible.

Just wanted to stop by and say hi, so um...hi P.S. Nibb High Football Rules!!! P.S.S. Don't eat the yellow snow...

I just saw the new Bills stuff, unbelievable. http://buffalobills.com Go there now and remember O.J. Simpson

How much sweet moola have you made with Uncle Rico today? It's pretty freakin hot out, and the book I've been reading is pretty long, and the turkey on the grill is nowhere near done. So I've decided to start this up, seems pretty logical to me, then again you know how that works... If you want to join this winning squad let me know, and check back often.