Posts Tagged ‘beards’

antihistamine dreams

April 11, 2010

walter payton wheaties box

So my awesome new beard has been overshadowed by the fact that I have a huge zit, and my allergies have been going buck wild, and I have been all hopped up on antihistamines, saline nasal spray, and red wine…which in turn means I look terrible and so people would be like “Man you look way better without a beard..you need to shave that shit off” because they will assume I look like crap because of the beard when in reality it’s because of pollen, pus, and possibly a rogue rhinovirus that mistook my sinuses for the African and Asian wildlife exhibit at the zoo. And what would a cold virus have to do with rhinoceroses anyway? I suppose it’s the latin root word or something. Biology was never my strong point(no pun intended.) Maybe one labman dude thought these little cold viruses looked like Rhinos under a microscope. Can you imagine? Like rhinoceros shaped cereal or something. It would be called “Rhinocer-Oh’s” or just “Rhin-OH’s” ….million dollar idea given away for free! well okay, more like something that probably already exists which you’d find in the bulk discount section at Family Dollar or Food City if you were doing it dirty. John McCain could be on the front of the box like Walter Payton was on “Wheaties”(I forget who’s on the front of a Wheaties box these days…but probably not Tiger Woods due to him turning out to be a sleazy, pervitronic, manwhore.)

Anyhow, one time in grade school my old friend Mike Korsi cut out Walter Payton from the front of his Wheaties box…and brought the cardboard cutout of him to school. Whenever the teacher turned around or wasn’t looking, he would slowly make Walter’s head peer out over the top of his desk at people until finally you’d see number #34. It was one of those things that made you laugh so hard your 2% catholic school issued Borden milk(if it’s Borden, it’s got to be good!) would come squirting out of your nose. Just saying.

To Beard or Not to Beard? That is the Question

March 31, 2010

tony curtis the vikings

Lately it seems I’m like a magnet for attracting wack girls. As usual though when it comes to the ones that I’m actually interested in, the polarity is reversed. Now I know what you’re thinking, and it’s along my line of thinking.
Maybe you’re a douchebag, and that’s why you attract these types of broads. BUT this hypothesis begins to fall apart once you consider that if I were in actuality a wack dude or douchy guy…my ideal girls would be falling all over me the way the glob onto the riff raff they’re currently head over heels for. Maybe I should employ reverse psychology and start driving a big ol’ brodozer, sporting a hairy beer belly, and wearing shorts as it might positively alter relations with those in my target demographic. But alas, I’ve seen enough Tales From the Crypt episodes to know how that story ends. Anyway I should probably just pipe down and play it cool which usually works well in any situation but is easier said than done.

Not that I haven’t been having any luck, just no luck when it comes to what, where, and with whom I’m having luck with. That last sentence sounds like something Lucky the Leprechaun would say….try reading that as if it were within the context of a “Lucky Charms” cereal commercial circa 1984 possibly in reference to purple horseshoes.

I’m thinking about growing a beard again. I haven’t really rocked one since about summer 2005, which was a dark time period. I don’t mean like a “grizzly adams” or some wacky “wizard” kind of beard though…homey don’t play that. I just want a little beard…like some rugged mysterious guy that you’d see in an erotic thriller(starring shannon whirry preferably) or an episode of Zalman King’s “Red Shoe Diaries.” (I can just hear David Duchovny’s voice giving the intro about some abstract ambiguously perverse thing that I’m about to experience.) Someone somewhere must be reading that last remark and just licking their chops to bust out with a “that’s what she said” through their computer monitor. It may even be me, and yes I do occasionally use the phrase “that’s what she said” in reference to something I just said when talking to myself.

I started to want to grow a beard again after recently re-watching “Erik the Conqueror,” a violent costume drama from 1961. It made me want to lift weights a grow a beard, both of which I have begun to do. When I was buying a 5 pound dumbbell from Target the checkout guy was all jokingly like “So are you gonna get huge?” and I was all “well, gotta start somewhere.” Just wait 6 weeks is all I can say.

From Wikipedia:
Erik the Conqueror is an Epic 1961 Italian Action/Adventure film directed by Mario Bava and starring George Ardisson and Cameron Mitchell as long-lost Viking brothers in the 9th century; one of whom is raised in England, the other in Scandinavia. They finally meet after almost 20 years, as rivals on opposite sides of an English-Viking war. It is a loose remake of the American film The Vikings.

So no I’m not going for a George Clooney type thing, but more along the lines of Tony Curtis in “the Vikings”(I was partially inspired the 1957 photo of him from the filming of “The Vikings” which is in his autobiography.)

And with the arrival of a beard, beard dandruff can never be far behind.

are you being served

November 9, 2008

It’s so hard to be left alone in this modern world. The only thing that was great about these super mega stores like Target and Walmart…was that you could walk around anonymously cutting in and out of the enormous shoppers and just daydream and look at stuff without being hassled or noticed by anyone. More and more I find even these places doing the “Is there anything I can help you find?” or “Can I help you find something sir?” I mean what is this The Gap? Also, I hate being called sir. I realize it’s supposed to be respectful, but I’m a young dude, not a sir. In fact, getting called sir all the time was the main reason I shaved off my beard when I tried growing one a couple years ago.

The same thing when I ate at Souper Salad the other night, a ghetto place. They kept asking if I needed this or that. “How is everything, sir? “There’s no need to stop at my table every 5 minutes. Its a cheap all you can eat buffet for crying out loud. Finally, she came by and I just said “Yes, it’s fine. EVERYTHING’S FINE.”

i fall on the floor and I’m laughing….

October 30, 2005

I was going to be a sheik for halloween, cause I had that beard, and it would have been so great! But then i shaved it off so it would have been like a poor man’s Lawrence of Arabia, a Brandon of Phoenicia . Anyway I hate halloween. I guess I hate it because for me everyday is halloween(in so many ways). And it annoys me how people dress so dumb and normal all the time, and then for one day they do something interesting just for the novelty of it. It’s like they don’t realize they should just dress that way all the time. That you can be or do anything you want. This random black dude came up to me and told me he was dressed as “a white guy in a black suit”.

Beard R.I.P. April 2005-September-2005

September 20, 2005

Hello face! I never thought I’d see you again! Don’t get me wrong, beard and I had some great times together, pool parties, going on random road trips, sexual escapades, etc, but through it all I never stopped thinking about you. It just wasn’t the same. Sometimes, beard would have a piece of fruit for me, strawberry, or an orange, which was a nice gesture, but face would have known that my favorite is the pomegranate. Beard and I just didn’t have enough in common. For awhile it was so great, beard, even though he was uglier, was so much tougher, and had a better job than face. But as time went on, I became nostalgic for the way face would pose and curiously look around the room. I remembered the days when face would just sit there looking bored, yet be content watching me play nintendo, or just taking a nap, and always loving every minute of it and me. Oh face! sometimes I missed you so fucking much! And now I know for sure, you really are the one.

That’s right, I shaved off my beard. I just wasn’t into it anymore.

See You in September

I’ll be alone each and every night
While you’re away, don’t forget to write

Bye-bye, so long, farewell
Bye-bye, so long

See you in September
See you when the summer’s through
Here we are (bye, baby, goodbye)
Saying goodbye at the station (bye, baby, goodbye)
Summer vacation (bye, baby bye, baby)
Is taking you away (bye, baby, goodbye)

Have a good time but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will I see you in September
Or lose you to a summer love
(counting the days ’til I’ll be with you)
(counting the hours and the minutes, too)

Bye, baby, goodbye
Bye, baby, goodbye
Bye, baby, goodbye (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
Bye, baby, goodbye (bye-bye, so long)

Have a good time but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will I see you in September
Or lose you to a summer love
(I’ll be alone each and every night)
(While you’re away, don’t forget to write)

See you (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
In September (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
I’m hopin’ I’ll
See you (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
In September (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
Well, maybe I’ll
See you (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
In September (bye-bye, so long, farewell)


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