Thursday, April 20, 2006
...and still driving a shitty car
Ah, Idaho. I was driving behind a Ford Excursion today, which had this bumper sticker:
"Eatin' Chevys, shittin' Dodges."
I love the Chevy/Dodge/Ford debate because, at the end of the day, everyone involved is driving either a Chevy, Dodge or Ford and everyone loses.
"Eatin' Chevys, shittin' Dodges."
I love the Chevy/Dodge/Ford debate because, at the end of the day, everyone involved is driving either a Chevy, Dodge or Ford and everyone loses.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
White flour!
Three drunken pirates I call friends - Sleazy, Dyke and Col. Lingus - were recently in town to visit me, Joeja and h-bomb jr. during our annual college reminiscence drinkfest. We tore a hole in downtown Boise, exposed ourselves publicly, ran into a Neo Nazi and got drunk in a mountain cabin with no electricity. Pretty standard.
Not doing Idaho's image any favors, at one point we were in a ratty, smoky, sleeves optional bar that I love, when I saw a gigantic dude with a shaved head, a tattoo that covered half of his skull and a shirt with a picture of the Pillsbury Doughboy sporting a Hitler mustache and Swastika armband giving the Nazi salute and yelling, "White flour!" That's around the time the Colonel and I started drinking directly from the pitcher.
The sheer vulgarity of the weekend was impressive and rather than not do it justice with a long entry I will leave you with the trip's theme, used as a verb, adjective, noun and I imagine a gerund, also: Boner Douche.
Not doing Idaho's image any favors, at one point we were in a ratty, smoky, sleeves optional bar that I love, when I saw a gigantic dude with a shaved head, a tattoo that covered half of his skull and a shirt with a picture of the Pillsbury Doughboy sporting a Hitler mustache and Swastika armband giving the Nazi salute and yelling, "White flour!" That's around the time the Colonel and I started drinking directly from the pitcher.
The sheer vulgarity of the weekend was impressive and rather than not do it justice with a long entry I will leave you with the trip's theme, used as a verb, adjective, noun and I imagine a gerund, also: Boner Douche.
Monday, April 03, 2006
"Work"
"Hey, Heath, can you go up to Bogus Basin (ski resort) for an assignment tomorrow?"
I got paid to go to the mountains the other day to cover the end of the year party for the cross country center at Bogus Basin, our local ski hill. Being a journalist in Boise is rough.
Oh yeah, and there were 8 inches of fresh snow that day, April 1 (we've had the best winter in years here), and I decided to start the day early and find out first hand what conditons were like on the downhill trails. So I got paid for a powder day with some interviews thrown in.
Another terrible day in Idaho.
I got paid to go to the mountains the other day to cover the end of the year party for the cross country center at Bogus Basin, our local ski hill. Being a journalist in Boise is rough.
Oh yeah, and there were 8 inches of fresh snow that day, April 1 (we've had the best winter in years here), and I decided to start the day early and find out first hand what conditons were like on the downhill trails. So I got paid for a powder day with some interviews thrown in.
Another terrible day in Idaho.
