Antigeist: what's the use of getting sober, when you're only getting drunk again...

December 08, 2003

what's the use of getting sober, when you're only getting drunk again...

A little fuzzy from polishing off a bottle of Cat's Phee on A Gooseberry Bush last night (a Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand, truth). And yes I bought it because of the name. And yes it had a spunky little kitty on the label (and the cork said "fully house trained!"; how...cute...is...oh, never-mind). And yes I fell for that Corbett Canyon shit because of the square bottle; once. However, contrary to Corbett, the Cat's Phee was actually decent wine (for those who care: grapefruit/pear threatens to be too-fruity start, surprising tart pepper finish, 8-12 dollar range). So where was I? Oh, fuzzy.

So please help me understand these things:

Cute tools for chicks.

Why this fuckwad is still our president.

The rancor caused by (dwarf) substitutes.

How a person can be totally hot and funny AND fucking brilliant?

How one gets in on the gettin' trampled gravy train?

Why I don't have the super-natural powers to put what is widely understood by all who view it to be the greatest show ever back on the air.

Where do we go when we die?

Your help would be greatly appreciated.

Posted by Antigeist at December 8, 2003 01:06 PM

Comments

1. I've got a cuter one...
b. define "our"
3. I think you mean "rancour", but are you saying a midget's a midget, shouldn't matter which one you get? 'Cause if you are, yeah, I don't know.
d. Hey, thanks!
e.Mmmm, gravy...
6.I think it's a supernatural power just to believe that Homicide is the greatest show ever.
g. Out.

Posted by: monk at December 8, 2003 01:38 PM

monk:
1. with a name like "needle nose"...
b. our: adj. The possessive form of we.
Used as a modifier before a noun: our accomplishments; our hometown.
3. no, I meant rancor.
d. your welcome.
e. right?
6. you know, opinions are like assholes...
g. like Harvey Firestein? Or Elvis?

Posted by: antigeist at December 8, 2003 02:06 PM

The Prada toolkit is even more frightening.

Posted by: Vidiot at December 8, 2003 02:36 PM

ran·cour
British variant of RANCOR
YOU'RE welcome
to paraphrase Sly Stone: "Everybody is a (Dirt) Star".

Posted by: monk at December 8, 2003 02:36 PM

p.s. oh sure, make me look bad by fixing the spelling! D'oh!

Posted by: monk at December 8, 2003 02:39 PM

Vidiot: leave it to Prada. Before long they'll have pooper-scoopers for the well-heeled drug-lord's attack dog.

Monk. It's not "You're" when the welcome belongs to you. I gave you that welcome, you ungrateful bastard.

Anyway, what do I look like here, educated? Only if you count driving by a college once. Hey, if you want to talk high-fallootin' lexog, lexographica, lexa, word shit...go talk to Grant.

Posted by: at December 8, 2003 03:01 PM

Leave it to Prada.

Gladly, and with pleasure.

Anyways, you know my sartorial style is limited to "whatever's clean, and on top of the pile."

Posted by: Vidiot at December 8, 2003 03:08 PM

See there you guys go again with the big speak...sartorial? What the hell is that? Something to do with that french philosopher guy?

Speak-a-da English puh-lease.

Posted by: antigeist at December 8, 2003 03:13 PM

Sartorial. And no one with as much clutter in their apartment as I have could be considered existentialist.

Posted by: Vidiot at December 8, 2003 04:23 PM

Vidiot: leave it to Prada. Before long they'll have pooper-scoopers for the well-heeled drug-lord's attack dog.

Are there any poorly-heeled drug lords?

Posted by: jonmc at December 9, 2003 11:13 AM

The man, he has a point.

Posted by: antigeist at December 9, 2003 11:43 AM

That's the Jazz Butcher, right? "Hope I never get dry before i get old"...
I love your captions. Well, it's great site in general.

Posted by: anne at December 10, 2003 03:12 AM

anne: actually it's Louis Jordan. If you are unfamiliar with his music, good lord woman run don't walk and get a best of, post haste. Must. Love. Louis.

Thanks for the kind words.

Posted by: antigeist at December 10, 2003 10:01 AM