Taken 11 Nov '07, 1.07pm EST PST.
Grumpybear just moments before I kick him out of the chair so we can go to the movies. Open houses are really annoying.
Taken 5 Nov '07, 6.41am EST PST.
Saturday is here, thats the end of my work week. I've dealt with enough drama, politics, little kids, candy, alcohol, and homo's to last me the rest of the year. But I can't escape it, that's my life and I'm sticking to it.
A quick recap of this week..
Over the last few years, outlets like Bear Radio Network, Bearapalooza and WoobieBearMusic, along with a host of supportive bear runs, bars and - most recently - podcasts, have given Bear musicians, songwriters and performers a place to share their talents. This fall, six performers will head out in a van for the first ever Bear tour which will span 12 cities and 7 states including Texas, Georgia, Ohio, Illinois, Missouri and Oklahoma. The tour is called BEARS ON THE RUN and showcases the talents of Bobaloo (a comedian from L.A.), Kendall (a songwriter/performance artist from Buffalo N.Y.), Matthew Temple (a folk singer/songwriter from Nashville, T.N.), Nakia (a Blues singer/songwriter from Austin, T.X.), Elijah Black (a rock singer/songwriter from Akron, OH) and Shannon Grady (a singer/songwriter from Minneapolis, M.N.). Along for the ride will be two videographers who will capture performances as well as life backstage and on the road to be edited into a documentary. The tour's founder Shannon Grady (a singer and co-host of the popular podcast bTALK) hopes that the tour will grow and open up doors for other Bear artists and find new audiences for their work.
I found this at bTalk, which is "A weekly podcast with four Minneapolis bears talking about life, love, sex, TV, and whatever tickles their fancy." These guys are fricken hilarious, and I don't care how straight or gay you are.. you'll love em.A bear walks into a bar in Billings, Montana. He bangs on the bar with his paw and demands a beer. The bartender approaches and says, “We don’t serve beer to bears in bars in Billings.” The bear, becoming angry, demands again that he be served a beer. The bartender tells him again, more forcefully, “We don’t serve beer to belligerent bears in bars in Billings.” The bear, very angry now, says, “If you don’t serve me a beer, I’m going to eat that lady sitting at the end of the bar.” The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve beer to belligerent, bully bears in bars in Billings.” The bear goes to the end of the bar and, as promised, eats the woman. He comes back to his seat and again demands a beer. The bartender states, “Sorry, we don’t serve beer to belligerent, bully bears in bars in Billings who are on drugs.” The bear says, “I’m NOT on drugs.” The bartender says, “You are now. That was a barbitchyouate.”
Taken 29 Oct '07, 8.36pm EDT PST.
i don't know if I'll ever be able to experience that pure juvenile experience of dressing up and knocking up on folks' doors, mischievously chanting "trick or treat" and holding my bag for impending cavity catalysts.
A good southern baptist boy as a kid we had "harvest festivals," which were a mimic trap for conservative families to escape their children from a national joy. Sure, i bobbed for apples, came home with a sack of sweets, and got to dress up, but I was either David from the Bible, or some impotent pop culture figure sanitized for religious consumption.
Now that I'm grown, Halloween is the earliest Saturday and we still dress up, not to scare but to impress our friends and a panel of bar owners. A trick means we got laid, and a treat is we woke up in our own beds.
Sunday we shower and wash the glitter out of our hair, read the text messages from those whose fates weren't so fortunate as ours ( a friend of mine SMS SOS'd after finding himself cracked out and lost on Main street after leaving his friend's place where he vomited on 65% of the dwelling), and relate the evenings triumph's and dissapointments.
We pass the rest of the days till the the real Halloween comes and goes, tired and jaded from our preemptive strike into debauchery that we scoff at others for enjoying a history unaffected by our previous actions.
i guess I really am kinda jaded. I just want some wax teeth and a few crushed butterfingers bars, is that too much to ask?