There’s this Tostito’s commercial with some child’s birthday party. It’s all out of control because spoiled children mixed with sugar and other children is volatile. Then there are some adults calmly going to town on some Tostito’s chips and salsa. Not a care in the world for these folks whose taste buds have gone south of the border. Which is perfect because chips and salsa do in fact possess such magical abilities. Then one of these adults suggests having a similar such chaotic shindig next week in order to have more Tostito’s and salsa. This is stupid. You never need an excuse for chips and salsa. Some nights my dinner is exclusively chips and salsa. Cue the head of Tostito’s telling me he doesn’t know if single people eat chips and salsa, and frankly he doesn’t want to know. Single people are people too you know! All I’m saying, is enjoy some chips and salsa this weekend with a side of internet. Happy Friday.
I saw some graffiti of the anarchy symbol and thought it seems odd there’s a set symbol for anarchy. No government, complete disorder, and utter chaos, but let’s make sure I follow this order to create this logo as it’s known. People need to know our anarchy ways are organized. Wait what? It’s funny when you grow up and realize how impractical and ridiculous anarchy is as a political movement. Also, if you’re going to put the time and effort to deface property, at least do something clever and slightly artistic. Welp, there I go complaining about youths. I should be getting my AARP card any day now. Guess I’ll spend my weekend shopping for black socks to wear with my sandals before looking for garage sales. Let’s hope your weekend is better, and let’s start it off now!
Recently my friend Adam compliment a buffalo chicken dip I made and I asked if I ever considered culinary school. Although, that could have been an insult. “Think your cooking is good? Wrong! Go to school, get some training! Betty Crocker? More like…you suck!” I don’t actually think that. It was very complimentary in tone, plus the part when he said the food was good. But I have this thing, self-doubt the professionals call it, where I question these sort of compliments, usually.
It’s one of my favorite days of the year. The Rocky Mountain Showdown. Usually the start of the season where I spend time eating food in a parking lot much like a vagabond, then go watch a bunch dudes chase a ball. On paper it appears ridiculous, in practice it is. But it’s a bunch of fun and a great reason to see friends who I don’t get to see too often. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. So every year, when Labor Day rolls around, I start to feel the excitement and anticipation of spending the next few months with the tailgate posse cheering on the Rams. It’s better than a day home with a McChicken. So let’s flip the coin and kick this thing off! Continue reading “Happy Friday: Puttin’ On the Ritz”
I know it’s been quiet around here. I haven’t posted anything for about two months. Sorry about that. Though no one has said anything, except for one person who asked why there’s no Happy Friday. But I have been dealing with some stuff and trying to figure out other things. Writing just wasn’t part of that. Although, it probably should have been. Actually I have started dabbling in some fiction work, but writing endings is hard. Everyone just dies on the way back to their home planet. But I’m going to rectify that, the posting on this site thing, not the space death endings. Ok probably the space death stuff, but that’s not the immediate priority. So expect the regular postings again.
On Sunday night I thought, “Is the wrestling pay-per-view tonight, or next Sunday? I should look that up.” Then I don’t know if I saw something shiny or started thinking about squirrels or what, but I immediately forgot all about the pay-per-view until I was on Facebook hours later and saw results. This is just one example of the brain lapses, poor sleep, and over all weirdness I’ve felt this week. I don’t know if it’s part of the curse of the summer solstice (I’m not even sure that’s a thing), effects from the strawberry moon, or just an off week because sometimes those happen. It’s in the past now, and I’m going to spend the weekend in the sun (with plenty of sunscreen) in hopes of resetting my brain. Or frying the damn thing, but that’ll be next week’s problem. Before that, let’s get to The Essentials: Manic Monday. Dammit, I mean Happy Friday.
Normally a hot bed of bustling activity, the 16th street mall is deserted, quiet, and calm. It’s Sunday morning and only few shops are open, mostly the ones that serve coffee. Walking this calm mall, with the sun peeking between the buildings, has become a welcomed part of my Denver Comic Con experience. I even left for the con early this year in order to experience this longer.
As I slowly made my way toward the convention center, I thought about the past couple of days. Comic Con always makes me happy, and because I can’t just accept happiness, I had to try to figure out why this was. What is so great about Comic Con that it keeps me coming back?