Ed Willes of faceoff.com spells it all out for the rest of the world. Of course, most folk in Los Angeles (and quite a few in Orange Country - judging by attendance) have known this for the last 10 years.
I've been on vacation all week and yesterday I took a major step forward. I attempted to go through my stuff and throw away everything I didn't need.
I am a "Pack Rat."
So far it's DAY TWO and twice has a trash can been filled. I'm wondering what will be revealed.
Here's a quick list of some of the crap I found:
Animage Feb. 2 1987 (anime magazine completely in japanese - has an issue of Nausicaa in back!)
Protoculture Addicts #4 (Robotech fanzine)
Dragon Oct. 1989 (for the serious D&D squid)
Olympic Souvenir Book 1984 (from the L.A. summer games)
White Fang 1980 (from the 3rd grade book fair. The first book I ever bought. Still haven't read it)
D&D Players Handbook 1st ed. 1978 (and loads of other books - "The Keep on the Borderlands," "Forgotten Realms 1st ed., etc.)
Gunship & F-15E Strike Eagle for the Commodore 64 (manuals included)
Reverb unit from an old ampeg guitar head (I sold the amp in 1990)
Various old tapes (Apocalypse, Liberty, The Ejected, anyone?)
1 sandal (don't remember ever owning any sandals)
L.A. Kings Playoff reciept 5-2-02 (Rick, Ed, Nicky, Mat, and I went)
Two record players (neither work)
My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Fallopian Shizzlemah.
What's yours?
Powered by Rum and Monkey.
Entering various names gave me:
Bob Newhart = Hobag Teapot, Yo
Pete Wright = Tempestuous Dawg
Zigmund Palffy = Stim-U-L8 Kawfi
Fred Rogers = Fellatio Jones
Crocodile Dundee = Toilet Duq Juice
George W. Bush = Gangmaster Lobos
Bling bling, dawg.
HELL HAS FROZEN OVER!!!!
Last night, The Warpigs finished our second season at the Anaheim Hockey Club with our first win. That's right, the final read something like this:
Warpigs 6
Bombers 3
Lare's Stats for the night:
G: 0
A: 4
+/-: +4
PIM: 2
Mikey U had the hat trick, the D made that critical first pass out of the zone, and for the first time in our existance, we OUTSKATED the opponents. We won and there was much rejoicing. In usual fashion, we ended the night with pitchers of ale, and there was much rejoicing.
So that brings our total record up to 1-19. Hey, it's always best to finish on a high note. Most of us are moving to Planet Hockey next sunday where we plan to rule the sin bin again.
As expected, it was a great weekend. Rain poured as we arrived by train. The four of us walked down the pier, saw dolphins, seals (like the one in my amazing picture from Redondo Beach), and a pelican who ate Brendi's green ice cream. She also managed to offend him somehow. After eating way too much food we walked back into town and saw more wild life (they look like Jawas from here). Brendi said we embarrassed the poor racoons as they tried to make caca in the river(!).
Some place called the Study Hall caught our attention. Ed and Vicki got really drunk. Wait, they didn't. Brendi and I got really drunk (and really happy), but Ed did manage to attack Vicki at the table (she survived). Just to show off, Brendi gave me a lap dance (I survived as well - my face proves it). As Ed and I turned our attention to solving the sluggish economy, Vicki and Brendi treated us to a pole dance. Soon, everyone watched our hot girlfriends dance to the funky rythyms of some crap they blasted all night.
By Sunday afternoon, Ed and Vicki looked like shit. So did we (btw, that's her Pooh bag).
Great fun!
There are some more pictures we took but they'll cost you $19.95 a month.