I feel we're not communicating

Dear the internet,

You make me mad sometimes. It's in the little things, nothing that I can point to specifically, but more an overall trend that is heading in the dead wrong direction.


I'm just worried that we're going to hurt each other in the end. Maybe... maybe it's best that we just take a break. No, no. Not to see other people, but j-just to take some time apart. Think about thi-



See this is exactly what I'm talking about. I try to have a serious conversation and you start this shit out of nowh-



Fine, whatever, I'm out of here. Rent's due on Friday.

Diis Aliter Visum

People, what happened between the hours of 8:00pm and 2:30am last night were the most ideal possible actions. It makes my old, gray heart swell with joy. I don't even have anything sassy to say. Any night where friends consume a bottle of whiskey is a night well spent. I spilled whiskey on my dick.

Stay tuned for more information. Next Friday, February 5th is, go fig, a Taco Friday. None of this themed business, just good ol' fashioned nonsense. A bottle of Ancient Shenanigans may become a regular part of the event.

If the glory can be killed, we are lost.

My friends, it is time for new things. We are offered a challenge— what is water but mirror, air but returner of our personal cadenza? What is this new decade but an empty thing, waiting to be filled?

"Nature hates a vacuum," and so should you hate the pristine year. Allow me to help you with that and give you a tool to give it a few dings, per se. Ruin its re-sale value.


Taco Friday for Friday, January 29th

WE DOIN' IT. As mentioned in my previous post that you did not read, this next Taco Friday will be themed. My immediate thought for a theme was starting the night by going around the room and having everyone describe their worst heartbreak; I know that no one will take this seriously and I will just get madder and madder. Let's call this "learning our shortcomings." Second thought; GorillaCon2009 went poorly enough, let's not keep that trainwreck going. Finally, an intersection of the two ideas!

♫ MEMORIIIIIIIES ♫ ♫

You will be tasked with bringing a bottle of something that has a hilarious story associated with it. Maybe a spumante you were drinking when you met the mayor, or a single malt that you stole from your parents' liquor cabinet when you went to see Linkin Park. Feel free to share the drink, but that is not required. Lastly, I am not the Booze Memory Nazi, but jesus, man, don't just bring a can of PBR and say that you got a quick HJ on the sly while drinking PBR unless it was an especially notable HJ. You get the idea.

P.S. R.S.V.P.S.V.P.

Who is more godless than I, so that I may rejoice in his teaching?

The creator seeks companions, not corpses or herds or believers. The creator seeks fellow-creators, those who inscribe new values on new tables.

The creator seeks companions and fellow-harvesters: with him everything is ripe for harvesting. But he lacks his hundred sickles: so he tears off the ears of corn and is vexed.

The creator seeks companions and such as know how to whet their sickles. They will be called destroyers and despisers of good and evil. But they are harvesters and rejoicers.

Zarathustra seeks fellow-creators, fellow-harvesters, and fellow-rejoicers: what has he to do with herds and herdsmen and corpses!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, "Zarathustra's Prologue"

As a new year sits on the threshold, fresh and glowing, we reminisce on the Taco Fridays of the past 365 days. Remember the time when someone drank so much that they only spoke lies, terrible lies? Or when we thought that there was no more tacos but, no, there were actually more tacos? These moments and many others, which are held secret and desperate and dear like the photos of former lovers we hide in our wallets, keep our tiny hearts beating despite the cold and the terror of realizing that we have woken up.

I thank all who ate tacos with me for doing so, and doubly those who drank bourbon to boot. The first Taco Friday of the 2010 is right around the corner. We will use this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have a themed event. More information will arise I flesh out this idea. Mark your calendars, friends; Friday, January 29th will be "re-gretable." You will be able to gret it at least twice.

:(

I remind you, dear reader, that state-sponsored Taco Fridays are adjourned until after January 22nd. I, too, am deeply saddened.

And yet, all hope is not lost! Despite being the handsome, winsome torchbearer of Taco Friday, I admit that I am not its fire and source. Taco Friday is about fear and its destruction, but not just those fears with which you wish to part. All walls crumble, even those which bear structural loads. That being said, if during this holiday downtime someone wants to host Taco Friday, they are joyously welcomed.

Until such time!

Here is that thing, though

- 1/2 tablespoon maple syrup
- 2 dashes bitters
- 2 oz. bourbon
- a splash of sparkling water

Add maple syrup to a glass full of ice. Add the remaining ingredients. Stir with the tiniest wisk, serve.

This is what we do

These pictures are only as rude as the people in them.

BACK into the saddle

Taco Friday for Friday, December 18th

FOLKS, we're going to have a third consecutive Taco Friday. This is the last in the "Return of Taco Friday" series. I know you're all tuckered out, but this is not about you; it's about me, and my desires, and my crippling fear of being alone for even one night. Be my surrogate family.

Again, please let me know if you will attend. I assure nonsense, shenanigans, situations, and a plurality of embarrassments. Will one of these embarrassments be yours? You'll have to find out.

OOPS

** LIVEBLOG 11DEC2009 **

Alright so that was laughable. We all knew that I have no decisions in my heart and that I would rapidly give up. It was funny, yes, and the one person (me) who read this tacoblog between the last post and this one was expecting live, unfiltered content of Taco Friday. I apologize, but not in a way that is meaningful.

Let's not name names, but someone demanded ( Editor: it was me, no one demanded this - ASB) to see an awful thing. I warn all folks of decency and standards not to view it. It is awful. Nothing gainful can be obtained from it. Do not scroll down if you care at all about things.














I remind you that we all make decisions.

WE DOIN' THIS

** LIVEBLOG 11DEC2009 **

Here at Taco Friday, we're committed to giving you the best, every time. To that end this we will be LIVE BLOGGING, yes, LIVE BLOGGING this shit. That means that I will post events which are seemingly insignificant, in significantly more than 140 characters. Let's get this rolling.

7:02 pm - sitting here writing on the internet. Whitey is one of my tallest friends, but not the tallest. Unless he is dead or no longer my friend, this is accurate and permissible for a "live blog event." WE CHECK IN LATER.


Note: I will get bored of this almost immediately.