offal wrote:

BadComrade wrote:He sat on a couch between two girls and gave it "the armchair".

FYP.

Pretty much that, but in a bed.

In an act of life imitating... erm... 'art', I suckerpunched someone last night. First time in my life. My very dear friend and bandmate skaggy crippled my hand with a game of unprompted mercy. It was his birthday, should have let it go. Didn't. Punched him in the side of the head while he was talking to someone... Proper. Catford.

Damn but that felt good

pwalshj wrote:...Olivia Munn...

(faints)

True story from the other night.......

My Roomie the Homie

I went into Tokyo with one of the people that lives in the house I'm staying in and his personality type is best described as, "Yo Yo what's up my homie." Anyway, after grabbing dinner we start drinking. It's apparent real quick that he can't handle the kind of drinking necessary to keep up with someone such as myself. This is amusing at first, however he soon starts acting like a teenager who just took his first sip. He is saying, "Word up" to every Japanese girl we pass. They would subsequently start walking even quicker(away), but he wouldn't he get the hint. So, I eventually told him to, "chill out Yo" but that didn't work either.

Long story short he is making an ass of himself at the bar we end up at. Luckily, I know most people there, so I separate myself from him. I grab him at the end of the night so we can make our last train home. He then disappears on the station platform. Do I look for him, no. This kid needs something like this to wake him up. I've held his hand all night and his attitude kept getting more out of hand. I hop on the train and go home to make some food/watch TV.

About an hour after falling asleep, there is a loud banging on my bedroom door and Japanese being yelled in the hallway. As I open up my door, I'm blinded by a flashlight and the sight of a badge. This is obviously not how I want to wake from my drunken slumber. The Police ask me if I speak Japanese and I promptly reply, not at all. It's the only way I can get even footing and bring their momentum to a halt. After doing this, I look down and see dip shit on the floor with his hands cuffed. Turns out, he decided to get into a cab from where ever the fuck found himself. Good idea back home, bad idea in Japan. A cab ride that would cost $30 to $40 in the U.S. will cost over a Hundred here.

Ah, so this is why I'm being woken up. Turns out Jackass lost all his money somehow, then jumped into a cab and realized what he had just done. He proceeded to run the meter to around $90, jump out of the cab and (from what I imagine) run around through the maze of streets with his arms flailing around like an idiot. Now, he is begging me to give him the $100, so they don't take him to jail. I hesitated for a good 5 minutes before giving in, mainly so the local police would leave the premises and I could get to sleep. Did the police leave, yep. Did i get any sleep, no. Why, you ask? Well, because then the boys from the Chiba water district came by next. Turns out jackass broke a pipe down the street somehow too. That's when I put my head down , turned around and walked back to my room. I'm done helping this idiot for one night.

The next morning he is playing the, "I have no money card." He owes me $100, has to pay for the damaged pipe.

He had no problem going to the store today and buying food and is playing it off like nothing happened. I've asked him three times when he plans on paying me back and he is just brushing these requests off. I'm very close to pulling a marsupialized on his ass. He is young and stupid and it's clear shit will catch up with him soon.

I would never, ever advocate Visine in homie's green tea. However, a night in "county" with heavily-inked gentlemen with handshakes that feel kinda funny would probably have done him a world of good.

So I have an "all hands" meeting at school today, from 6 - 8pm.

I understand why it's at 6 (because classes end at 5 and they wanted to have as many people attend as possible) but why the hell does it have to be the same day as the free Black Lips/King Khan show?

I feel I shall never get my dance on.

John George Peppers wrote:True story from the other night.......

My Roomie the Homie

I went into Tokyo with one of the people that lives in the house I'm staying in and his personality type is best described as, "Yo Yo what's up my homie." Anyway, after grabbing dinner we start drinking. It's apparent real quick that he can't handle the kind of drinking necessary to keep up with someone such as myself. This is amusing at first, however he soon starts acting like a teenager who just took his first sip. He is saying, "Word up" to every Japanese girl we pass. They would subsequently start walking even quicker(away), but he wouldn't he get the hint. So, I eventually told him to, "chill out Yo" but that didn't work either.

Long story short he is making an ass of himself at the bar we end up at. Luckily, I know most people there, so I separate myself from him. I grab him at the end of the night so we can make our last train home. He then disappears on the station platform. Do I look for him, no. This kid needs something like this to wake him up. I've held his hand all night and his attitude kept getting more out of hand. I hop on the train and go home to make some food/watch TV.

About an hour after falling asleep, there is a loud banging on my bedroom door and Japanese being yelled in the hallway. As I open up my door, I'm blinded by a flashlight and the sight of a badge. This is obviously not how I want to wake from my drunken slumber. The Police ask me if I speak Japanese and I promptly reply, not at all. It's the only way I can get even footing and bring their momentum to a halt. After doing this, I look down and see dip shit on the floor with his hands cuffed. Turns out, he decided to get into a cab from where ever the fuck found himself. Good idea back home, bad idea in Japan. A cab ride that would cost $30 to $40 in the U.S. will cost over a Hundred here.

Ah, so this is why I'm being woken up. Turns out Jackass lost all his money somehow, then jumped into a cab and realized what he had just done. He proceeded to run the meter to around $90, jump out of the cab and (from what I imagine) run around through the maze of streets with his arms flailing around like an idiot. Now, he is begging me to give him the $100, so they don't take him to jail. I hesitated for a good 5 minutes before giving in, mainly so the local police would leave the premises and I could get to sleep. Did the police leave, yep. Did i get any sleep, no. Why, you ask? Well, because then the boys from the Chiba water district came by next. Turns out jackass broke a pipe down the street somehow too. That's when I put my head down , turned around and walked back to my room. I'm done helping this idiot for one night.

The next morning he is playing the, "I have no money card." He owes me $100, has to pay for the damaged pipe.

He had no problem going to the store today and buying food and is playing it off like nothing happened. I've asked him three times when he plans on paying me back and he is just brushing these requests off. I'm very close to pulling a marsupialized on his ass. He is young and stupid and it's clear shit will catch up with him soon.

Give him a few hours after he wakes up to come out of the haze and try to set things right, or at least make an effort to begin settling things. It's all you at this point.
Walk in and say calmly 'Hey man, I am gonna need that money TONIGHT, I had some shit come up and I'm hurting. You owe me a hundred bucks, you said I'd have it back today and I need it'

I know he didn't give you a timeline as to when you were gonna get it back, but you just made one. He won't say 'I didn't say that' he can't.

That's it, leave it right there. See where he goes from there.

Now every day that passes puts more pressure on him. Also, after a few days if it goes that far say 'Hey man, we are gonna have to start talking about interest on that 100 bucks if I don't get it back tonight, hate to do it but you know how it goes'

We've all been there, remember. Plenty of times Mr. Peppers here has acted the fool as well, and his associates were kind enough to give him some slack and get him home or defused whatever fistfight he was trying with all his might to start or whatever else he had gotten himself into.

Mr. Peppers once opened the door and jumped out of my car going about 30 miles an hour down Lawrence for no reason whatsoever. He had been drinking, you see.
Breaking a pipe and running off on a cab? Yeah, I can see it.

They're big on all that "honor" bullcrap over there, right? Eventually he'll gut-stab himself from being unable to pay you back.

I am not hungover and drinking hot coffee on a Sunday morning. When did this happen last? I don't know. Live is awesome. Life is awesomer with this here fake lazer ring Kroger sold me for 50 cents.

I am assisting and drum teching for Warren Riker on a session this week, and we're using all drums that I own. Right now they're tracking, so I am hiding in the B Room mooching wireless internet.

Some interesting minutia from the session:

1. I am being forced to rethink my love of Remo Emperors on the snare drum. The Ambassador sounded better with the Senn 421 pointed at it. If the drummer isn't swinging so hard that the top and bottom heads are touching, then the Ambassador should be durable enough to get through the session and, at least in *that* room, wow, the Ambassador sounds good.

2. Drum tech tip: If you have the Pearl logo on a snare drum, chisel it off. Tell the drummer it's a custom made drum from some wacko in Boulder or something. I have a ten lug all-steel Pearl snare drum I found in one of the dumpsters behind the building. It had a ripped batter head, the factory resonant head (decades old) and a set of snare wires that looked like a mouth full of broken teeth. I soaked the shell, hoops and lugs overnight in Simple Green, buffed everything shiny, put new heads and snares on it and wow, did it surprise me! Warren picked it out of a sonic lineup that included a Supraphonic, a Radio King, a '60s Maple Ludwig and a Gretsch Chrome over Brass. The drummer for the band showed up and said "A Pearl, huh? I'd rather play my snare drum." I didn't fight him on it. He never even listened to it.

3. Don't carry bass drums around with the spurs out. You'll end up talking to someone over your shoulder and punch a hole right through a snare drum. Might as well take out a $20 bill and burn it right there.

4. Putting a mic inside a bass drum with a full front head is a great way to find out what it sounds like inside a basketball. So far, not much else. I suppose if you're recording metal dudez, it would be useful for trigger/sound replacement purposes.