I can’t seem to put a finger on my fascination with this particular community. According to Laurel “They are the worst people on Earth”. But being an optimist I want to think that they are just people who have found their own weird niche in the music world, if you don’t like it, then stay out of Cave in Rock, Illinois. Xeni of BoingBoing.net keeps posting their new videos and you-tube trailers for their “gathering”.Â On the surface I want to laugh at their ridiculous face paint and dumb rap lyrics. But then I remember that I’m trying to be more open minded about different communities and I think… Maybe they’re serious about all this ‘comradery’ and ‘friends’ stuff.Â So they like weird stuff, so they like to drink generic sugary soft drinks and get blasted on malt liqueur and dance around and scream lyrics that they can still remember at that point. I like festivals, I like middle aged rap artists, I like legends of wrestling drunkenly fighting in the woods lit only by flashlights… whoa, did that just happen.
I think the interest the Boing Boing community has with them is that they are only a debilitating alcohol addiction away from becoming Juggalos themselves. But for now Happy Mutant > Juggalo.
So I’m sitting there in a spicy pickle induced nightmare in the bathroom at work when my phone vibrates. It’s an alarm I set to remind me to buy tickets for the Kevin Smith show at the Sixth & I Historic Synagogue on 4/22. So I’m really in a pickle here… (rim-shot). I have 5 minutes to either finish my business and hope that there are not enough Smith fans in the DC area to sell out the show in 10 minutes or accelerate this mission and get back to my desk.
I’m sure the new Kev would just light up a joint and twitter something irreverent, but I’m talking about the old Kev. The guy that maxed out his credit cards to make a movie about roof hockey and dick jokes. That’s my Edmonton Gretzky, a guy with natural talent who gets things done. So I pinched off that spicy mother and got back to the desk with minutes to spare. Got the tickets and am now writing this post.
I was reading the story about Ryan Howard’s 200th home run ball and they linked to a Time article about the fate of the top 10 home run balls in history. Most of the stories are about how some rich guy now owns them and either sent them back to the player or to the Hall of Fame. But the first one is about Bill Maseroski and it’s a little different.
Leading off in the bottom of the ninth, Pittsburgh Pirate second baseman Bill Mazeroski hit a home run over the left-field wall to win the World Series against the New York Yankees. It was the first time a home run had ever ended a World Series. According to reports, Ted Szafranski, 13, caught the ball but returned it to Mazeroski after the game in exchange for two cases of beer. The ball has since been placed in the Hall of Fame.
I know that 1960 was a different time. But “The Maz” traded 2 cases of beer to a 13 year old boy and nobody thought twice about it? Those were the good old days.
After setting up some lights and beiing generally frustrated with our frame lock system. Wade and I decided to check out the Nationals game last night. It was a really fun time! They’ve set up a “Beer Garden” out side, with a band… and cornhole courts. That’s right Cornhole… the game of champions. So after spending the first two innings schooling fools in some cornhole we decided to go inside. It was like the rapid fire tour of the stadium. First couple innings we sat at “The Red Porch”. Which isn’t bad, Its a really good view from basically dead center field.
View from the Red Porch
You can have a good time for “Cheap”, it’s still the $6 beers, but if the ticket was only $5-10 then it makes it worth it.
After a while we went up to our seats. We weren’t sitting on a light pole or anything, but they were up there. Got a Ben’s half smoke and took in the next two innings. Still not a bad view from up there and the glass railings are a nice touch.
View from the $5 seats
We left after the 7th inning because we had been at work all day and wanted to get out of there. The Nats rallied to win the game (shocking) without us anyway. I think I’ll go back. It’s not a bad happy hour scene, but with out happy hour prices.
Is it just me or does the ped-egg commercial gross you out? They show it taking a thin layer off an orange and then show people scraping off that layer of their feet. Then they show the damn thing dumping out all of the shavings… and it’s a lot of shavings into a trash can.
It’s like you’re zesting your feet!
Doesn’t that dry skin serve some sort of purpose? I’m sure of it!?