Jello Biafra

After I met up with Jacob at the sex vid show, I was walking, drink in hand up the 4-stair flight inside the hemlock and almost got hit in the face by the hand of someone standing on stairs. He was talking with exaggeration obviously, arms out at full length and he didn't say anything to me. When I looked back I saw that it was Jello and it made me stand up straighter and feel slightly embarrassed. Am I the only one that is still impressed by the presence of Jello Biafra? Probably. This wasn't the first time I had ever seen him. One time back in the days of No War in Iraq protests that filled up my days and my mind in New York, I saw him at a smaller protest that was taking place in front of fox news studios. He gave a speech and I was kind of swooning. I saw him afterwards and he was wearing a backpack. When I saw him Thursday at the Hemlock much later in the night, he was talking to a kind of unattractive late twenties/early thirties couple. The girl was wearing a heather green ringer Fender shirt and the dude was wearing a faux-worn target-brand AC/DC shirt. So should I get over being impressed? Probably.

Friday

The mushrooms did not work. They just kind of made me sick.

Saturday

Soundtrack for this - Saturday in the Park by Chicago. Also, Lust for Life by Iggy Pop.
Took Chris to see his elderly Aunt Irene in Los Altos. Shot the shit and drank some water. On the way back we took a detour into Half Moon Bay. Richy bitchy kind of beach town with one shitty cd store called The Music Hut, the kind of music store that sells fine guitar and music note jewelry, but the bakery there had this fucking incredible pesto garlic bread and so it wasn't all for naught. Later on down Highway 1 we came to Pacifica, which is where the famed Taco Bell Beach is located. Best beach in all of California, hands down. The taco bell sits modestly on the beach, looking more like a quaint little wood beach house than a fast foodery. The 7-Layer Burrito was fresh and substantial, eating it on the beach while watching surfers really hit the spot. We found the Sea Bowl right down the road and I managed to beat Chris with a 130 game over a pitcher of beer. My lucky ball was a pearly orange X-treme weighing in at 8 pin-crushing pounds.

My new favorite search is keyword photo in flickr. Try "catsuit." You may or may not like what you see...Star Trek fans unite. Please click to see larger image for wall detail.


Also, have you seen this?