Tree, 2007.

[blog I forgot to post yesterday morning]:
Finished a job this morning and now I'm taking the rest of the day off for shopping and sushi. I've seen both "No Country for Old Men" and "I Am Legend."

No Country for Old Men should be titled "No Movie for Black People." I can't imagine any black person watching this (or I Am Legend, for that matter) without screaming "Don't go in there!" or "Oh no he didn't!" about 50 times.

Truth be told, white people in their 50s are the worst in theaters. As they watch the movie, they seem to discuss the films goings-on as a collaborative group effort. Hey, old people: just because you have trouble hearing doesn't mean we can't hear every speculation and comment you have to make during the course of the show. Go out for pie and discuss it afterwards. If you absolutely can't keep your mouth shut for a solid two hours, fucking learn to whisper.

You see how a made a broad generalization about black people and then recovered by turning my attention to a white subset of the population? Genius. God Damned genius.

goochout.

sweet.

goochout.

Funniest ascii-email closing I've seen yet:

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So Kevin Dubrow, of Quiet Riot, died of a cocaine overdose? Might as well call it "natural causes." I want to go to his funeral and say shit like "he died doing what he loved." Nobody dies "doing what they love." Unless they love gasping for breath and screaming "I don't want to die." Or overdosing on cocaine. Then you can say that.

Played soccer tonight. We tied. It was like a victory for our team - quietly chanting "we didn't lose" as we make our way to the bar for a training table of beer and pizza.

gotta work tomorrow. goochout.

I just ordered a bunch of "I [CLUB] Baby Seals" bumper stickers, so look for one in your stocking this holiday season.

You can buy your own online at: http://www.cafepress.com/goochonline

And no... I can't get your kid a Nintendo Wii.

gooch:out

Gooch and Mike: 2007

Every night in Miami was like a time warp. It was like the movie Memento. We'd hang out, have "a couple" of drinks, then black out for a window of time, then wake up in some random location. Rental cars, park benches, apartments, stairways... It's nice to see that the maturity levels haven't improved much since high school. Here's some pictures:


Pictures of the trip/Henry's wedding from Micah

Miami: Day2

Checking in from Miami, FL. So far I've run up my biggest bar bill to date, thrown up, fallen down a flight of stairs, was almost robbed by a prostitute(?), and was almost arrested for public urination.

That all happened within six hours of my landing here.

Having a lot of fun. Mike Henry's wedding is tonight. For those of you that don't know, my public writing career started with Mike in the form of a regularly published column in the high school paper called "Gooch and Mike: The Column." He's since moved from Portland to Seattle and then to Miami, where he and his fiancee currently reside.

Josh, another Franklin High School alum ended up sharing a room with me. I slept on the floor and opened my eyes to a tiny gecko scurrying up the wall. He saved me 15% on my auto insurance, which was cool.

Later...

goochout