Phil

11.5.09

3:42 pm

 

Ah, bacon.

Sarah Vowell once referred to you as "the food of joy".

I concur.

Utterly and completely, I concur.

I wonder what one might consider the food of sorrow?

Perhaps Melba toast?

Cloves?

Cream of celery soup?

I'm sure it will come to me.

 

And speaking of coming to me.

This morning (earlyearly!!!!tooearlynononononononowaytooearlyearly!!!) I went back to Sound Lounge on Hudson to re-record some of the Method soap Cleaner Clean thing.

Just a bit, it turned out.

Got to see the 90% finished spot.

Pretty funny shit although they paired down a lot of the really funny stuff.

Should be up around November 18th on www.cleanerclean.com, the Method soap homepage and YouTube.

I'll keep you updated.

And, I should add (because it's awesome and referred to in the title of this outpouring of esoterica), they had a cook at Sound Lounge.

He was making bacon.

Just...making it...in case anyone there thought, "Gosh, I'd like some bacon."

And I ate it.

And it was reeeeal good.

I'M STILL ENJOYING MY CAREER CHOICE.

FOR THE FUN, MONEY AND BACON.

11.2.09

3:24 pm

 

November always seems to disappear.

 

Thick weekend.

Blood and fetus clogged weekend.

I went as Stiffy the Priapic Clown for the party and, apparently, I am a bit more frightening in a clown suit with full make up, wig, shoes and squeaky nose and sporting (because that is what I do with them, I sport them) a ten-inch erection.

Go. Fig.

We had an excellent and mixed turnout with almost no surly douchebags.

The Machete Vignette was a total, blade-swinging success.

Gourds and apples alike were air-chopped.

And the bathroom....a reeling, roiling Nightmare.

It was a thing of beauty.

Here is some video shot by Darth Paul:
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=195673793361#/video/?of=782173361
And next year?

Topping it.

Always topping it.

 

Then, Sunday, I ran in the New York City Marathon.

Ah...through the New York City Marathon.

I ran through the New York City Marathon.

To get to Brunch.

And a very fine Brunch it was.

I had arepas benedictos (eggs Benedict with arepas instead of English muffins) with a side of some of the greatest chorizo I've had since France.

And lots of coffee with lots of sugar and cream.

Then, I played a delightful game called Critter Crunch for several hours before delving deep into the 20th season of The Simpsons.

Man oh man have they gotten it right.

Nary a shit episode to be seen and I'm fourteen deep, people.

They have rekindled whatever it was they had.

Again, not as perfect and timeless and etc. as seasons eight and thereabouts, but sterling, excellent stuff.

AND, this blew my fucking mind: they redid the intro.

After twenty years, they redid the intro.

I believe this was spurred by the digital switchover.

Everything is now super detailed and just looks so much richer.

And I'm watching this on a flat screen, non-HD monitor from over five years ago.

Thoroughly enjoying every moment.

And this morning, I ate apple pie for breakfast.

Cue the Springsteen and they turn it off because he sucks blue collar ass. 

 

And there are now three more spots up on zapnewsapp.com, including Kitty Cam.

Go there and be soothed.

And finally, I just found out that tomorrow I have off.

COCAINE AND WHORES!!!!!!

WOOOO!!!!

This year, after tossing around 3 or 4 costume ideas, I settled on a Satyress.


I bought a pair of devil horns to save some time, then glued thread around them to get the ridges. I painted it a cream base and then splotched black and gold paint over it for texture.



I bought a black vinyl bustier I'd been eyeing and a few bucks of garland, but I happened to have a plethora of fur lying around. I've never sewn pants, so I didn't do a pattern, I just wrapped the fur around my body, cut it up the middle to creat two pant legs and then through a series of cutting and pinning, figured out where I needed to sew seams. I then sewed some elastic in the waist and pinned a tail on the bum.



For the hooves, I made them out of posterboard and then duct taped them to some mary janes. I then covered them in duct tape to ensure they had structure and painted them black.


Then I made some friends with other horned ladies.

In case your curious about these pictures, they were taken on our roof while we were chopping up gourds with a machete, hence the machete. It was a wonderful night filled with good friends (including Ms. Paola above) and mirth. :D