Archive for March, 2007

An army of bunnies seen bouncing from bar to bar

March 31, 2007

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The BUZZ!
Last night a hot mess of rabbits—both big and small—marched the streets of downtown San Francisco before bamboozling North Beach. As they bounced from bar to bar, the bunnies quickly multiplied. According to several witnesses and an undercover policeman—it was sick!

Bad Bunny Pub Crawl
Inspired by Bad Santa, it is Bad Bunny’s mission to make it to the end of the Bad Bunny Pub Crawl looking better than when he or she started. This was the 2nd annual BBPC. At least a dozen Bad Bunnies bounced in full costume, and everywhere you turned, there was no escaping the sea of pink and white fuzzy bunny ears.

This was my first pub crawl. I had a blast! Although I didn’t make it past venue #3. No bitchy bar attitude—just lots good party people with bright smiles and great energy.

Last night’s crawl route:

  1. Start at EZ5
  2. Hop up to Cigar Bar
  3. Bounce over to Bamboo Hut
  4. Roll on down to 15 Romolo
  5. And finally end at Amante

    Maybe all die-hards go to… Butter? Or maybe not.

Who are these bunnies? And where did they come from?
We’re neither an organization, nor a religion. We’re just just an extended network of friends with a common goal—to have some good ol’ fashioned FUN.

Most of us work in downtown SF. In the tradition of Spring, we pick one special Friday when let our hair down, throw the striped neck-tie in the trash, and put on a pair of bent fuzzy bunny ears. Not only are good times important to us, we also believe it’s important to give back to the community. We have committed to raising money and awareness for local non-profit organizations. Donations collected from last night’s crawl will go to support the Blind Babies Foundation Beeper Egg Hunt—next Saturday at the Midtown Terrace Playground.

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Big thanks to Andy, Yung and Miss Tara Backhaus for picking up costumes/ears, and for mapping out the crawl. You guys are the BEST! I can’t wait until the Tiki and Bad Santa pub crawls.

Bad Bunny photos—Did you take pictures? Share your photos

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Other links
Puff N Sip Blog
Buy Costumes Online
Costumes on Haight
SF bars on Yelp

Beneficiaries of previous events
Larkin Street Youth Services
826 Valencia
City of Dreams
La Casa de las Madres
Draw-Bridge arts program for homeless children

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Storm (Large) and the Balls

March 23, 2007

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Band:  Storm and the Balls
Venue:  The Red Devil Lounge / San Francisco CA

Thank you, Uncle Patty, for taking me to see Storm Large. I wondered if Dave Navarro, or any other Hollywood rockers, or Toby, would show up to support her. That would have been very cool.

Can I tell you—Storm Large is such a fucking lady! She’s something else. Her personality in real life is SO much more and so much hotter and groovier than what we saw on Rockstar Supernova. Did the producers tone her down for that show? They must have. Who woulda thunk this pretty blonde lady has a truck driver mouth! Not too many women can pull that off. Can you picture Dilana—with her wide blue eyes and bellowing voice—on stage belching into a mic and hissing up at people in the balcony? That’s enough to make me pee my pants and spill my beer. Now can you picture Storm acting out like that? I can totally see it. I SAW it. She DOES act like that, and she totally gets away with it.

Back to Storm’s gig. I remember at one point our shy little Storm was jumping around at the edge of the stage like some Egyptian-lover freak-a-zoid. And then I thought I heard her scream obscenities at this guy in a wheelchair and then harass this one queen for smoking his blunt like a girl holding a Virgina Slims. Or maybe her rant was actually just lyrics to one of her songs. Hmm, I’m not too sure. I was expecting at least one of those guys to get mad and maybe scream, “You’re such a jerk, Storm. I should sue your hot ass!” Everyone was all smiles. I noticed as the night went on, the filthier Storm got, she just kept getting sexier and sexier. Her pig-factor went through the roof. Storm is probably the only rocker with balls large enough to fuck with Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics. I’ll admit, I didn’t know any of her songs before last night’s show. And I still don’t know any of them now. But everyone around me sure did. I even saw Uncle Patty singing along with her eyes closed like Alanis did on Star Search. Uncle Patty NEVER does stuff like that. In public.

I know this isn’t much of a concert review. I have zero facts to write about. I didn’t count the number of Balls in her band.  I don’t know the names of any of her songs, so I can’t even put together a partial set list. But—this is what I know. Storm did perform two covers that I recognized immediately. She opened her show with a balls-out rendition of Annie Lennox’s Missionary Man. And towards the end of her set she let us have it with the new-and-improved rock anthem Sweet Horny Mutha-Fucka!

I’m glad I got to see Storm. I like how she rolls. She definitely has fun tearing things up, and she gives off great energy. More energy than our local Red Devil Lounge had room for. Dave didn’t make an appearance to back her on guitars, but rumor has it, a couple of guys showed up late with Kathy Griffin, but they hung out in the bathroom all night.

I found this clip on youtube, it’s dated Oct ‘05

The Contortionist’s Handbook

March 21, 2007

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The Contortionist’s Handbook
By Craig Clevenger

How different do you think your life would be if you had an additional fully-functional digit? 

Notes to follow…

International book covers
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300 (Director Zach Snyder)

March 19, 2007

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Notes to follow…

View the trailer

Visiting Brandon in FTL

March 14, 2007

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Two nights and one day—42 hours.
That’s how short my trip to Fort Lauderdale was to visit my best friend, Brandon. Although we talk every week, we haven’t seen each other since New Year’s 2006 when he lived in St. Petersberg.

It was good seeing Brandon. We had a lot of catching up to do. And whenever we hang out together and there’s beer involved, there’s no way to shut us up. (If only Steven was there with us…)

Did I ever tell you the story of how we discretely picked a fight with these guys one night at the Roosterfish at Venice Beach? The bartender had to jump over the bar and yell for security. He claimed he saw the whole thing. Brandon and I were getting ready to leave quietly without incident, when all of a sudden Security grabs the OTHER guys and bounces THEM instead of us.

Well… the exact same thing happened AGAIN last night at this bar in Fort Lauderdale. We casually picked a fight with these guys playing pool. But we were a lot more drunk this time, so we don’t remember all the details. But I do remember asking Brandon, “Where’d those players go?” The I noticed the bartender wasn’t behind the bar anymore—he was right next to us. And he said, “I had Security kick those guys out. Sorry you had to go through that. When you’re both ready for another drink, let me know.”

Total deja-vu, right? … We drank to that!

Big bro and Lil bro

March 10, 2007

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Marc & Jake
Camden, Delware

Notes to follow…

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My own Q&A with LOL director Joe Swanberg

March 6, 2007

I contacted LOL director Joe Swanberg via MySpace, and he was quick to respond.

My question:

Joe,
In a way LOL felt like a documentary. Was it? What was your script like? Are your personalities in real life much different from the ones we saw in the film? Towards the end I was convinced y’all were just living your actual lives and we were lucky enough to watch and experience details of your intimacy that is familiar to all of us.

And the filmed snippets of people making sounds that your one friend turned into musical collages… Absolutely BRILLIANT! It’s hard describing them to people. It’d be more effective just showing them, let them experience it first hand. Can you point me to any sites that have sample grooves/videos?

LOL was a good ride. Thank you.
—Darius

Joe’s response:

Darius,

Thanks so much for seeing LOL. I’m really glad you liked it.

The film is all improvised, which is why it feels so much like a documentary. All of the actors are playing exaggerated variations on themselves, and some of the elements of the film are real, like the voice mail messages the the camera phone pictures that the long distance couple send back and forth.

If you want to see more of the Noisehead videos, we have a podcast that you can subscribe to at the LOL website http://www.lolthemovie.com. You can even see a few that weren’t in the movie.

Best,
Joe

Chuck and I have the same birthday

March 5, 2007

In January 2006 I picked up my first Chuck Palahniuk book, a collection of true short stories called Stranger than Fiction. The following week I read Choke not knowing what I was getting myself into. Choke was so intense. When I finished reading it, I immediately smoked a cigarette. (For those wondering, I usually don’t smoke. However, that day I smoked a Newport.) After Choke I read Fight Club. It was just like the movie. Maybe better.

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I quickly moved on to Invisible Monsters. Perhaps my favorite Palahniuk book. I read it in two days. I couldn’t put it down. I was hooked on this guy’s writing. I had a different book in hand or on my desk from week to week. People at work had mistaken me for avid reader. Wanna know the sad truth? In the previous five years, I must have started reading at least two dozen books, but I didn’t finish any of them. Reading stacks of newspapers and PC/technology mags was a piece of cake, but novels put me right to sleep.  I was excited to be reading something other than magazines, newspapers and that David Sedaris. 

Three weeks go by and I’m already on my 5th book. The next book I picked up was Palahniuk’s most recent work—Haunted. Parts were definitely hard to swallow, like Guts, but I got through all 400+ pages of that horror. I saw it as a character building experience. Reading Haunted made me stronger. Not physically stronger, but it was the kind of courage I needed at that particular time. I just turned 36. For a few minutes in between rounds of beer and/or wine with friends at IPND (the Italian Place Next Door), I found myself thinking—Yikes! I am now 36 years old. I am closer to being 50 than 20.

Back to me and my one-person book club… In less than two months, I read every Palahniuk book. A couple of them twice. Last year Q1-Q2 I was finishing at least one book every week. Q3-Q4 I slowed down, reading maybe one or two per month. I miss that feeling of picking up a freaky Chuck Palahniuk book for the first time. I have something to look forward to in May—his new book comes out. It’s called Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey. Maybe it’s about a porn star? Wishful thinking…

Guess what I recently discovered browsing through MySpaceChuck Palahniuk and I have the same birthday—February 21. I wonder how many other people were born on the same day as their favorite writer. Kinda cool. Yet kinda creepy.

Unrelated… You’re familiar with the cliche—I’m a lover, not a fighter. Well, I found this spoof on YouTube. It still stars Brad Pitt and Edward Norton, but instead of Fight Club, it’s FUCK Club.