(Driving home from getting coffee on Sunday morning) Weetabix : Look at how that chick is running. Esteban : Aw, be nice. She’s getting some exercise! Weetabix : If you run like a spaz, maybe jogging in public isn’t the best idea. Esteban : Maybe I should stop the car and we can get out […]
Esteban and I have a Sunday morning ritual that usually involves him making breakfast (the man is a master egg wrangler… his scrambled eggs have an artful consistency that I’ve never been able to duplicate. My omelets are supreme, but overall, he owns the egg oeuvre), coffee, a newspaper and our collective heckling of the […]
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I should have guilt for not having done a real entry in something like forty-two days. I should, but I don’t. Lessee, what happened’ Remember the whole ‘Will I lose my job?’ thing followed by the ‘No, we’ve saved your job, but everyone else should pay no attention to the man behind the curtain […]
I know that just about everyone loves Elton John’s ‘Tiny Dancer’. The Ben Harper version is spectacular, in fact. But the song has always kind of creeped me out. ‘Now she’s in me’ always with me’ Tiny Dancer in my hand’. Is it just me? I kind of get an Ed Gein vibe out […]
At O’Hell, we stand outside for a moment to catch our breath before setting into motion the wild unstable ride of what will in stories be referred to as Once When We Went To London. We are soon joined by a group of kids, two boys and two girls conforming to the current individualistic trend […]
So Esteban. He’s been feeling very tired recently. When we went to the Ren Faire, he kept lagging behind, unable to keep up with me, even from the first minute we got out of the car. I had been impatient with him, kept stopping and exasperatingly saying ‘Would you COME ON!’ He stopped drinking caffeine […]
(Scene: Esteban and Weetabix are spooning in bed.) Esteban: (snakes his hand under Weet’s t-shirt and goes for the fun pillows) Weetabix: HEY! BACK OFF! Esteban: What? Weetabix: Do NOT touch. No touch. Esteban: What? What did I do? Did accidentally hurt you? Weetabix: No, no, no, it’s just one of those things. Most of […]
There’s a new barista at Sbux. I pulled up the other day, cranking some NIN and wearing the Rock Star jacket. Baransky Barista took my order through the speaker (“Venti Crème de Menthe non fat no whip mocha please”), with her snipey little smugness, repeating it back to me incorrectly (“Venti Cinnamon Mocha?” “No, Vente […]
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Russell Crowe: Hey there Weetabix. I heard that your bloke Esteban is leaving you all alone on Valentine’s Day to work on his project. How about I take you out, Gladiator-style? Weetabix: Oh my! Russell Crowe! Wow. This is really something. Russell Crowe: Isn’t it though? Aren’t I sexy? Weetabix: Um, well, I can’t really […]
Saturday, October 20, 2001
So Thursday. I had to work late and I was going to meet a bunch of people at the local Sports Bar #113, where they would be having Karaoke. Esteban eschews karaoke, feeling embarrassed for the people who sing poorly, but he decided to meet me for dinner at #113 before the Karaoke commenced, being […]
