Rocky Horrorfest

Let's do the time warp again.  It's just a jump to the left...

One night some friends in a band decided to play a couple songs from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.  They enjoyed themselves so much, an idea was born.  What if we got a bunch of people together, showed the movie and then played the songs?

You get the First Annual Rocky Horrorfest.

It was held on the second level of the Copacabana on South Street.  Who knew a 35 year old movie would have such a draw?  There were plenty of people who showed up.  Some in costume which was great.  Unfortunately it was difficult to hear the movie and thus interact by shouting out comeback lines.  It's funny how much of it came back to me considering the years it's been since I last saw the movie.

The evening was still fun.  Had a few drinks and couple laughs.  The band afterwords was great too.  I can't wait for next year.  Maybe I'll be able to fit into my corset by then.

Ice Ice Baby

Winter is coming to a close.  We've had quite a bit of snow this year.  It was on the ground for most of the winter.

Mother Nature likes to keep us guessing so she recently gave us a bit of nasty weather combined.  Rain, snow, sleet and freezing rain all at once.  Then the temps go back up and it disappears like a dream after you wake.

It's beautiful as long as I don't have to drive in it.

Farewell Morgana

Another kitty has her wings.  This time it was my mother's cat, Morgan.

About 18 years ago I was given a cute black and white kitten as a present.  Not only are you never supposed to do that but you also shouldn't buy one from a pet store.  So she had two strikes against her but how could you resist falling in love with this face.

It's the Crawford-like birth mark that just made her adorable.  Soon afterwards she moved with me into my new apartment.  I got another kitty, an orange tabby, from a farm litter.  One thing lead to another and...

She had a litter of four.  They were born in that apartment very early one morning right beside my bed.  The cuteness meter was pegged on high.

Then I bought a house which wasn't going to be ready right away.  The kitties and I had to move into my parents house for a couple months.  The kittens grew fast.  Morgan's personality changed.  She became very noisy.  Something about motherhood changed her into a bitch.  Three of the kittens found new homes.  One went with me into my new house and Morgan got left behind.

Once again she became a gift, this time for my parents.  It's a wonder my mother still speaks to me.  It was a rough start but Mogan enjoyed her new home and became quite spoiled.  Karma caught up with me when her son became as noisy and demanding as she did.

Morgan you will be missed.  We'll remember you in our hearts and ringing eardrums.

Coke vs Coke

Caffeine is a legal drug to which most of us have some addiction.  I need to have some every day.  I start to feel run down and get a nasty headache if I don't have some for lunch.  This is less of an addiction than I've had in the past.

My prefered method of getting my fix is by drinking Coke.  I've never acquired the taste for coffee.  While it smells great, the taste just puts me off.  Of course, Coke goes perfect with my rum.  Other methods people use include pills, gum and chocolate.

So what's the difference between these two Cokes?

The one in the bottle is made in Mexico.  That's not really what's important however.  It is made with sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup.  Same 12 ounces but quite a different taste.  The flavor is the same but with sugar the texture is less syrupy.  Most people probably wouldn't notice or care.

Crabby knows what I like and hooked me up with a stock of the Mexican nectar for Christmas.  Until the rest of America catches up, I hope this type stays available.  It is more expensive but then I'm worth it.  Arriba salud!

Paunchy Pooches

America is known as a country of fatties.  There are plenty who point fingers and lay blame.  All manner of foods and additives are targeted but in the end it's a simple equation.  If you consume more calories than you burn off, the excess gets stored.

So eat less and get some exercise.  If only it were that easy.  Apparently even our pets seem to have this problem.  Thankfully Science Diet has a solution.

No longer do our dogs have to suffer ridicule and not being able to fit in their bikini.  They also don't have to bother with exercise.  Everything they need is in this one box.  Unless of course they want an online system to help them reach their goals.

I know I'm going to sound negative towards the system but how about just feeding them less?  They don't have opposable thumbs to get the food themselves.  If the owner can't be bothered with regular food, how exactly will this system help?

So look for my PaunchyPooches.com site to be launched shortly.  For a small monthly fee, I can guarantee even the most difficult dog will lose weight if they follow my plan.  They can track their progress online and gain support from hundreds of other dogs across the country.  The less they gain, the better they are.

(this is all trademarked so don't even try)

The Ayes Have It

Like most men, I'm not keen on going to see a doctor.  Unfortunately it was required to get more contact lenses.  That's how they get cha.  Fortunately, my doc is cool and I have heath care.

When I was a younger beast, I was told the back of my eye was different.  Seems my optic nerve is larger than average.  Yes, you read correctly... I got a lot of nerve.  Factor my huge size in with the myopia and it can be symptomatic of glaucoma.  Doc's are always full of bad news.  To the Bat Cave!

He decides to take some photos of my eyes.  I immediately want to share them on the 'net.  With the size of my nerve, it's like geriatric porn.  Women will swoon, men will be envious.  Meanwhile, I consider what it's going to take to learn braille.

The photos show some irregularity so it's back to the Bat Cave for more tests.  My pupils dilated, eyes numbed, retina scanned and field of view tested.  At the end he tells me I'm exceedingly normal.  I got that written in my file.  You better believe that's what I want a doctor to say about me.  I also want a note from him to show a few people who think otherwise.

Crime in the city

Tofu girl was visiting a friend in New York City.  Unfortunately her friend was working during the visit which meant her days were spent by herself.  She knew I was off and invited me up for the day.  What a great excuse to get into the city.  Of course I said yes.  I'm so glad I wore long johns.

It has been quite awhile since I saw the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.  I think this is the first time I saw it after the holiday.  We got to see the store window displays too.  Then it was off to one the many Irish pubs for lunch.

We were set on seeing a show but still undecided.  It was between a Comedy and Mystery thriller.  I chose the latter, Perfect Crime.  We got our half price tickets are went off to find the Snapple theater.  It was quite off Broadway, up several flights of stairs and could have been mistaken for a conference room.  To be fair, the show has been running since 1987 and we did get seats in the second row.  We both enjoyed the play but didn't figure it out before the end.

After a bit of window shopping and drooling over expensive watches, we landed in another Irish pub.  Just a few drinks before dinner.  And some nachos with the meat on the side for yours truly.  Her friend wasn't feeling well and decided to get some rest.  We finished our day at Alfredo's.  Some wonderful pasta and a couple more drinks.  Even shared a nice dessert.

All good things come to an end and I had to get back to the train station.  It left just before midnight.  There weren't too many people on board.  I figured I could rest on the trip back.  As I sat back with my eyes closed, a very familiar scent drifted my way.  The quiet gentleman in front of me was smoking a spliff and I was finishing my day with a passive high.  If only I didn't have to drive home.