Murderer's Row game tonight, which always gets me a little tight in the trousers, but the idea of a Muderer's Row bachelor party?
I suggest you tether your livestock securely.
Congrats to the future Mr. and Mrs. Geek. Coco really does have the nuts this time.
Well, we here in Southern California have apparently survived another tough winter. It was a difficult week, but I'm happy to report (mostly) blue skies and highs in the low 80s have returned to our little corner of paradise. There's only one thing wrong with that, however.
It's Earthquake Weather.
Sure, "Science" (making little finger quotes in the air) will tell you that there is no link between seismic activity and dry, airless, uncommonly warm weather. To which I say, "Hooey!"
The destructive Northridge Earthquake in '94 was preceded by absurdly calm January weather, as evidenced by the fact I was naked when the whole thing went down. Further evidenced by the fact my roommates and I spent the whole rest of the day shirtless and drinking beer in our front yard (we had to wait in line at a destroyed 7-Eleven while Arabs sold their available merchandise from the front door; Many people were there for bread and water and "supplies"--doing it again. We bought a case of beer and some smokes). I think that's plenty of proof. I'd start nailing shit down if I were you.
Here's a list of the fine folks who have agreed to back me in my foray into the LA Poker Classic event. As a token of my appreciation I'd like to urge all my readers to visit their sites and ask them for money. Thanks also to the many of you who offered. I will come begging to you next time I whore myself out.
Sell the Kids