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oh, he's down the pub

the closing of footie season brings thoughts of less-crowded pubs across britain and that cross the channel continent thing. sure "pub" is not exactly part of the "drinkin" lexicon here in texas usa but one does here a quote-intellectual-unquote utter it on occasion, and the odd expat of course. they tend to go by "beer joint" in these parts and best case scenario there's a beat down jukebox with hank sr and the man-in-black on it, worst case, a big screen tv with our god-awful astros playing what amounts to double-a baseball (god their hideous, 8 in a row i believe, losses that is).

i dream of a time when one of my footie-fan chums comes by the house and my wife tells 'em, "oh, he's down the pub watching his arsenal"...

trouble is, i'm a tee-toddling alkie in recovery and the only "pub" around would probably be showing fucking man u for chrissakes.

just ain't the same with coffee and a room full of perfectly good teeth.

oh, and i also sometimes fantasize about that same wife walking into our bank branch and yelling...

"everybody on the fucking floor"!!!

in that there fantasy, i'm on the couch...

watching my arsenal.

pub or no pub, gonna be a long summer.

out.

football heaven

cheers to you Titi... the man who brought me into the addiction that is world footie has now won just about every major football trophy available...

world cup, english: premier league x 3, fa cup x 3, carling cup x 2, italian: serie A, italian cup, spain: la liga, spanish cup, world footballer of the year, englisher footballer of the year x 3, english golden boot x 3, EU medal of honor (anti-racism efforts) and finally UEFA Champions League winner!

fc barcelona 2 - 0 manchester united fc

once a GUNNER, always a GUNNER!

i wept.

(gesture of  tipped hat).

brickwallboyout.

when in Rome

Euro footie Super Bowl today (1:45 CST espn2)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Champions League Final: Barcelona v Man United!

A win for the English would be nice in terms of reinforcing our (club) football worldwide dominance, but eh, fuck it!

Go Barca! May Henry net a hatter!

mes que un club.

random pic of C Palahniuk from 2009 Pygmy Tour. read the book.

out.

a rabbi, a priest and a left-back walk into a bar

the embarrassment that was the 4-1 defeat at home to trotsky football club, errrr chelsea has worn off a bit and now i am just kicking the odd kitten instead of a full-on strangle. sunday's nightmare and this season of primarily woe is down to lack of veteran talent and lack of able bodied defenders. mikael silvestre spoke yesterday of the need to treat this saturdays Man U match-up as a springboard into next season... this (silvestre's comments) is so wrong on so many levels, i best leave it to arseblogger:

The idea that he's going to play for us next season makes me want to weep tears of my own spinal fluid. Then inject them straight back into my spine with a rusty, eight inch syringe. Plus the fact he actually used the word 'defend' when he's clearly never heard it before or has any concept what it actually means is downright insulting. Be off with you, foul beast.

quit fucking playing mad football-scientist herr Wenger (oh righteous all-knowing footie god that you are), and bring us some lads who need a proper shave from time to time and want some goddamn silverware to show for their efforts. we are not pompey, or borough or for fucks sake spurs... time to win something or you need to shove off (oh righteous all-knowing footie god that you are).

i feel a bit better then.

oh and

dead hens produce no eggs.

for reals.

-out

word to your mother!

may the birds sing, may the flowers bloom
may all the young-ins come home to roost

him confounded genius

so i got my we hands on palahniuk's Pygmy... and boy is it... uhhh something?

one reviewer referred to it as "stridently confounding prose" also stating "Pygmy's narrative voice is unbound by rules of grammar or structure, but perseverance is its own perverse reward in this singular, comic accomplishment".  that feels pretty spot-on. it's almost painful to read simply, or rather not-so-simply due to the narrative voice. pygmy speak funny. me shit not you.

typical sentence:

Host father mount altar so stance beside bin empty of water.

200+ pages of that. true fact. i keep thinking there will be passages of traditional prose. there is not.

and yes it is confounding. frustrating. damn right difficult.

but most importantly it's good. it' fascinating. it's evil. 3 chapters in and we've already witnessed a butt-rape in a wal-mart men's room and a priest murdered during a baptism... in the baptismal font no less.

chuck is back. chuck is chuck. it boggles my mind to imagine getting into this characters head and then producing some 200 pages in his voice. it is quite impressive.

and confounding.

-boy me out till next today.

feel me

from espn soccernet:

An Arsenal fan hung himself following his team's 4-1 aggregate drubbing by arch-rivals Manchester United in the Champions League semi-final, police said.

Suleiman Alphonso Omondi, a 29-year-old Kenyan living in the capital Nairobi's Embakasi neighbourhood, hanged himself in his Arsenal shirt after the match.

"We were watching the match at Bamba 70 pub, and when Arsenal was defeated, Suleiman just walked out in protest and he was crying," Calvin Otieno, one of his friends, said.

"We didn't know he was going to hang himself until this morning when we received the reports and came here to find his body at the balcony," Otieno said outside the deceased's home.

Arsenal slumped to a 3-1 defeat at home in the second leg of the Champions League semi-final, capping a disappointing season for the Gunners who were already out of the Premier League title race early in the season.

and i thought i was bummed.

-brickwallboyout

goodnight now

flash: 0 - 2 Man U, 11th minute.

why oh why?

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2-nil 2-nil 2-nil

sing it in the streets brothers and sisters... we need a win today at the emirates versus Man United!

if your looking for me, say 1:30 to 4:00 CST, try my couch.

by 4pm I will scream or I will, ummm... sleep.

my internal phonograph is spinning Lionel Richie's greatest hits today. oh boy!

and the UPS man claims he's bringing  PALAHNIUK'S PYGMY tomorrow!!!!!!!

a Francis bygod Bacon retrospective opens at the Met on May 20. The Met is this small museum thing in that new york place. stop by. probably a top 5 painter of the 20th century. maybe top 3.

true fact.

2 nil 2 nil 2 nil 2 nil....

bwbout.

scratchin' and clawin'

we have chickens.

we have chicken coop.

we will have eggs.

soon-ish.

can't quite look at a chicken caesar salad the same way no mo'.

the lads dropped leg 1 to Man U 1-nil... we must win leg 2 and keep a clean-sheet in the process. repeat after me: "2 nil 2 nil 2 nil 2 nil"!

swine flu. heard of it? wonder what misunderstood oil producing country bush-cheney would try and pin THIS "terrorist" attack on? in just 100 days a viral outbreak is well, a viral outbreak.

welcome back to some sense of logical existence amerika. some sense.

quentin tarantino does not fancy nazi's.

brad pitt.    gore.    nazi's.

i'm in.

-out