Monday, July 02, 2007

Yet Another Craptastic Update Post

- Today, on my bike ride home from my guitar lesson, with my guiltar strapped to my back, I got a head nod and a smile from a random guy with a guitar. Even though random guitar guy can no doubt play circles around me, I felt like a member of a secret society.

- I'm reading 2001: A Space Odyssey, which is a mind-blowing book, but it's like the fifth time I've read it. There's lots of books out there I need to read, but my lazy ass just keeps rereading the handful of books that I own.

Cherry crapped himself the other day.

- Last night I went out boozing with some kids from Ireland who I met at my summer job at Navy Pier. These kids come out every summer, they always have like 10 people living in a two bedroom apartment, and they're great fun. There are a lot of things I learned from those fellas, but what I will for sure take away from the debacle is this: Henceforth, The Gancer will only refer to guys as "lads" and girls will be "birds."


Airam said...

Cherry crapped himself.

Poor guy needs to re-live that in your update.

Fever Dog said...

Damn right, girls should be referred to as birds.

mysterygirl! said...

I'm kind of a fan of the term "bird."

And I LOVE the guitar secret society. I used to get lots of attention just transporting mine from the car to my apartment, so I need to start carrying it around town to pick up guys-- it would be a pleasantly ironic use of the awesome gig case that my ex bought for me one Christmas.

Jenny! said...

I can play the Happy Birthday song on my guitar...can I be in your secret society? Is there hazing? I love hazing!

chuckdaddy2000 said...

2 really good friends of mine are Irish and even though I've known them for like 5 years now, I still get such a kick out of their Irishisms.

They also like blood sausage, which is exactly as it sounds. Ask your friends about it.

Loaf said...

Lads and birds? You're starting to sound British old chap :)

Of course, if you want to go back to my Dad's generation, they become "Dolly birds".

Legaleagle said...

"Henceforth, The Gancer will only refer to guys as 'lads' and girls will be 'birds.'"

Doc, you're so international!

Drunken Chud said...

have you read the rest of the series? the whole rest of those books are just as amazing. arthur c clarke is a mad genius. if you have read the rest, then you need to find a copy of 3001, the final odyssey. great conclusion.

Scary Monster said...

Me be a member of the ukelele society.
All you folks with guitars be lookin down on us. Me never gets the nod and me always hears you folks snickering when you think Me be outta earshot. Just remember, size does not matter!

Steph said...

I went to Ireland.I learned many things from them. Trouble is I can't remember any of it cos I was constantly rolling DRUNK.

NAME: Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Airam: That's not something any of us would like to re-live.

Fever: I just need to stop calling girls at work birds.

Mystery!: Yeah, a bird with a guitar would almost certainly get my attention.

Jenny: Oh, there's hazing. You have to drink 80 ounces of beer out of a plastic guitar. Then we're going streaking!

Chuck: I'm going to ask around about the blood sausage today. Perhaps I'll go get an Irish brunch at Martyrs, order all the nasty stuff, and blog about it. Hmmmmmmm.

Loaf: Dolly birds! Your old man is all right in my book.

Scary: I won't tease you about your Uke. Keep on Uking in the free world, man.

Steph: Yeah, those folks keep the party going until six in mornin'. Six in the mornin'!

The [Cherry] Ride said...

Thanks for the re-hash, bastard.

I'm forming a secret society for sharters.

mysterygirl! said...

Um, Cherry, I have a feeling that the problem with a sharting secret society will be keeping it a secret.

The [Cherry] Ride said...

Good point, MG. Good point.

RevRee said...

Paging Dr. Ken! Paging Dr. Ken!!!

NAME: Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Cherry: Hahahahahhaha! I was waiting for you to read that, you sharter! I did one once as a kid. I was competing with a friend to see who could piss farther down a set of concrete steps. I think I won, but I really lost, because with all the straining, I sharted myself silly. I ran home and threw out my tighty-whities.

Mystery and Cherry: I would be bad at keeping such secrets. Sharting is just too funny to keep private.