brickwallviews

at the risk of sounding ridiculous...

...this song is for a cat.

-cringer

 

west ham united 0 - 1 arsenal

you are hereby free to enjoy the weekend.

for the record...

that cat, that cartoon character that leads (sic) iran.

dude makes W seem credible!

ouch.

 

bwb. o u t.

shattered moral compass

i shot the local weather man just to watch him die!

no, it would not be a senseless, post-modern, lack of old fashioned values, no respect for human life, no concept of right and wrong, lack of familial nurturing sort of killing. nah, not that kind at all.

dude promised low's in the 60's with little humidity. 5:30 am. 76 degrees. sticky.

he's a prick. plain and simple.

dead man forecasting.

[moment to gather oneself]

other than hunting meteorologist's, been busy as hell with ye old appraisal work. good. work=money=sustainability.

the gunners scored twice late to bring an early end to newcastle's carling cup campaign! rejoice! we visit west ham united (cheers mark! sorry, no tv stateside) on saturday morning... so we should have the weekend outlook by 11am or so.

today's weather: partly cloudy with scattered blood-stained bow ties.

mr. hobbs is supplying food for my jazz collection. what a good mate! my pops, who likely had one of the more impressive jazz vinyl collections anywhere, would have turned 80 this week! whew! time flies when you're semi orphaned! you'd be smiling pops, a young black cat is leading the F1 championship in a mc-claren and i'm starting to acquire an ear for jazz piano. oh yea, and the cowboys seem legit again! you take care man. remind the big fella, i'm not necessarily flawed, perhaps just a late bloomer. ok. maybe a little flawed.

you peeps have a good (arsenal outcome pending) weekend!

this record, when it finally comes out. may just save rock and roll!

brickwallboy ooooot.

marc chagall, woman and the roses (1929)

just when you thought

"maybe partying will help".

-d. boon

4:46 am CST. i emit more hot air by 5:00 am than most blogger's spew all day. however, i got nothing.

[well]

arsenal host newcastle in our first Carling Cup match of the new campaign... many youngsters should see some pitch time. in american football news, my saints are a train wreck. good god man! 0-3 and our stud running back deuce mcallister is lost for the season. maybe god is punishing new orleans.

CONSUMER ALERT

domino's oreo dessert pizza. if you bring one of these into your house, your children should be removed from the home. no children? then you should be dragged into the street and shot. for your own good. sterilized at very least. for the good of the rest of us. oreos? what, gummy bears had a previous engagement. it's official! nothing is scared! they take a food that is already quite deadly, and put cookies atop it. someone has not been reading their dante of late. just when one gets the feeling that we are turning a corner nutrition-wise in this country... hell, somebody's obviously calling for it, they keep coming up with new and creative ways to stifle. to kill. slowly. via (bad) carbs and gluttony.

reminds me. need to stop and grab some ice cream at the market. all out. i can quit anytime.

be not afraid. hang tough. fight the power. kill whitey. shoot smack, not people.

or whatever.

joseph beuys, felt suit.

 

the purse and the wallet. they match you know.

kiss kiss big boy.

brickwallboysigningoff.

there's more important things to do on the weekend than watch football

correct!

watch ARSENAL football!

the boys 5-nil thrashing of derby county surely provided one and all with a smashing weekend.

[but wait]

for the record, my dear wife recently called me a fag! a fag i tell ya! ya see, i acquired this bag of sorts. i had been looking for a small bag in which i could efficiently carry my phone, smokes, wallet, keys and such. so i stumbled on this web site of a small san francisco enterprise that produces various totes, messengers, slings and the like. i happened upon a special wherein one could get an iPod accessory bag and a zipper wallet (did i mention i have a wallet fetish?) at about 50% off the price of each item if purchased separately. so i went for it! you betcha! the so-called iPod bag was like a beacon in my night. the holy grail of my bag search. perfect. small, but accommodating. perfect wee compartments for ciggies, (that new) wallet, cellie, keys, pen, bic and other essential items of the pseudo-hip 21st century man-on-the-go.

she calls it my man purse.

man purse?

no no. it's really more of a... you know, umm a... a uhhh... sort of a...

OK DAMNIT!

 

 

IT'S

 

             A

 

 

                               MAN

 

PURSE!!!!

 

did i mention she called me a fag?

mark rothko, red on maroon (1959)

 

free the jena 6

missed out on 1963? maybe not!

perhaps equal treatment under the law is just window dressing after all.

sad. really sad.

do as i write. not as i do.

no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour no chips no taters no white flour

but what of the ice cream mate?

progress. not perfection.

speaking of progress. arse 3 - 0 sevilla.

brickwallboycuttingcarbsagain. ummm... out.

this is not a punk rock blog, it's a new wave blog.

“if the glove don’t fit.

you must acquit!”

-johnny cochrane

 

a minute in order for you to have a seat.

ok then, yes our beloved Juice is in trouble with the law again. shocking ‘ay! the good news is no-one seems to have been fileted this time around. mere armed robbery / kidnapping type antics. oj simpson. what a loser. let’s hope hope a jury can be assembled this time sans lobotomies.

GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fabregas. 26th minute!

excuse me, watching the gunners vs sevilla in CL[1] action! fabregas a rifle shot into the back of the net. broad ban football. thank you al gore. this is matchday 1 in CL group play. yum. the lads have newly promoted derby (“darbee” remember) county in epl[2] on the weekend. go reds!

oh yea, the wife killer… so war is literally breaking out in Beirut and my tv (and yours) is running images of some scumbag criminal defense attorney talking about wanting to get oj released on bail and back home to his family. “home with the family”. yea that worked out so well for his first victim spouse.

yay america! the media is so accustomed to unrest in the middle east this a-hole ex-jock trying to rob and kidnap at gunpoint gets priority. priority. there’s a term that’s mismanaged a bit of late.

[unrelated shout]

I love a man in uniform!!!!

yes I do feel better, I think?

I had more but the match is heating up… brickwallboyouttahere.

 

 

francesc fabregas, arsenal midfielder

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[1] champions league

[2] english premier league

are we there yet?

hu·bris /ˈhyubrɪs, ˈhu-/ [hyoo-bris, hoo-] 

–noun

excessive pride or self-confidence; arrogance.

 

yes yes, (WE) arsenal supporters need not fall victim to the evils of hubris. thrashing of spurs, top of the table, heaps of young talent. things looking pretty good in ashburton grove. oh but the night is young.

[pause]

speaking of hubris. or deception. been pondering the whole bush - iraq - alcoholism relationship of late. alcoholics, we have talent. not just an impressive (sic) ability to throw down 6 beers and a bottle of wine and still safely reach the liquor store before closing time. no, our real talent lies (literally) in our ability to deceive. the funny, or ironic thing is when the cycle makes it's full rotation the only ones we have truly deceived are ourselves. drunks, whacha gonna do, right? it's as if we are certain that if we follow our little noir script no one will be any wiser to our methods. our sneaking. ducking. hiding. concealing.

of course i'm out in the garage every 20 minutes for innocent reasons. yes, that huge bulge in my briefcase is work stuff. i don't know how 8 tall beers got in the fridge (can't lettem' go to waste though). we, all of us, do our little snake dance around reality and eventually convince (read: deceive) ourselves that all is well. nobody knows we are drinking in those odd moments of disappearance. if you don't witness me with the bottom of a bottle skyward, it's not happening and everything in the world is cupcakes and kitty cats.

W quit drinking. well booze anyway. now he hides in his closet and takes sips of destructive foreign policy. war. death. budget killing. if he believes all is well then damnit all is well! trust me! errr... him!

machiavelli would have been stunning in an aa meeting!

you keep telling yourself everything is great georgy porgy. stay the course. one drink troop-surge can't hurt.

they don't have 'warmongers anonymous' meetings.

yet.

a toast to W then! a blueprint drunk. killer of thousands. spender of trillions. a deceiver pol pot would happily high-five!

cheers dumbass!

brickwallboyout.

robert rauschenberg, tracer (1963)

cesc is simply fab!

THE BOYS FOUGHT BACK FROM A 1 - NIL HALFTIME DEFECIT TO EARN A BEAUTIFULLY PLAYED 3 - 1 WIN AT TOTTENHAM!!!!

CESC FABREGAS HAD AN ABSOLUTELY STUNNING GOAL FROM 25 YARDS OUT!!!

you are hereby ordered to have a smashing weekend!

brickwallboyout.

a fine mess this

“Writing is like prostitution.

 First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends,

 and then for money.”

-moliere

 

google is calling for global standards for privacy on this here beloved world wide web. the bbc report i was listening to mentioned that currently, according to google and others, ones personal information can be easily obtained on the internet. such as: favorite color, sexual orientation, etc.

in the interest of "getting it over with", i offer...

favorite color: rose madder (windsor newton, oil colour)

sexual orientation: naked, with wife / candles / miles davis' kinda blue

favorite food: yes

[alright then]

W indicated last night he is reducing the number of us troops in iraq by 21,500... posturing you say? surely not a political move no?

basically the equivalent of an abductor chopping off one of his (or her) victims hands and mailing it to the family.

can the democrats take power soon enough?

i can't believe i just said that aloud. strange becoming more liberal with age. i always have gone about things a wee bit backwards i suppose.

[salutations]

remember the arsenal outcome as it relates to the quality of weekend equation? we should all know our weekend plight by 9:30 am CST tomorrow.

hope for the best then.

brickwallboyout.

francis bacon, self portrait