Monday, April 30, 2007

it was time for yin or yang whichever was the flipside.

This weekend turned out pretty damn nicely. Friday was an evening with Sayshuh and Ms. Chewels at LACMA for some wine, cheese, and more tasties while listening to jazz. We then found a party across the street with free vodka at an architecture and design LA show. Then....well the remainder of that night is redacted to protect the guilty and the children from reading it.

Saturday was onto the newly remodeled Observatory in Griffith Park. it was pretty damn easy to get in there as reservations are now needed but not at all hard to get on the net. I doubt you even need to take the bus as i saw a ton of cars up there and plenty of parking. The bus costs $8 round trip from either one of the LA Zoo lot, the Greek Theater lot, or Hollywood and Highland. Pretty cool place. Would've been even better if there wasn't so much haze. That evening was spent at a little carnival down the street spending too much money on crappy shit but it was a joy watching the juice almost come out of Chewels on the rickety, sickening rides. I won a little monkey for the Doof that, when tied to his collar, makes him thrash about trying to get it and providing laughing as hard as peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth. Good times.

Sunday I busted my ass cleaning out our spare room at home, and cleaning up the office and making screens and a couple shirts. I had just enough time to clean up before we headed to Palms Thai for dinner and then the MusicBox for Travis. They really seem to like playing LA and that shows in their live performance. Theres gotta be video of the whole crowd jumpingg up and down for a coupla choruses.

Thats it, i'm tired and quite sore.

oh yeah thats for you KAN

killing her daughters chance of getting a future payout

I hate Courtney Love

Friday, April 27, 2007

because i love you all

Thursday, April 26, 2007

April 26, 1937 vs March 21, 2003

Mark Kurlansky wrote in the Times today about the anniversary of Guernica and it's parallels to Baghdad (also written about on CNN). It's amazing we've come so far to deliver death and destruction just so we can fuck it up, tax ourselves to pay for large coiffer filling conglomerates, and build it back up again. Fuck I hate this government. Why hasn't there been a coup? Seriously. I think it's justified. Are we that complacent? Do you care? Do you know you're living in a facist regime? Seriously the lines aren't transparent at all...

...fuck i wish i was a domestic dog instead of a cancerous species.

holy shit

Umm Wow, I've liked Mi...err Christine for a long time. But, uhhhhh, wow.

More power to him? Yeah i wanna see pictures too!

Old Mike, new Christine
By Mike Penner, Times Staff Writer
April 26, 2007

During my 23 years with The Times' sports department, I have held a wide variety of roles and titles. Tennis writer. Angels beat reporter. Olympics writer. Essayist. Sports media critic. NFL columnist. Recent keeper of the Morning Briefing flame.

Today I leave for a few weeks' vacation, and when I return, I will come back in yet another incarnation.

As Christine.

I am a transsexual sportswriter. It has taken more than 40 years, a million tears and hundreds of hours of soul-wrenching therapy for me to work up the courage to type those words. I realize many readers and colleagues and friends will be shocked to read them.

That's OK. I understand that I am not the only one in transition as I move from Mike to Christine. Everyone who knows me and my work will be transitioning as well. That will take time. And that's all right. To borrow a piece of well-worn sports parlance, we will take it one day at a time.

Transsexualism is a complicated and widely misunderstood medical condition. It is a natural occurrence — unusual, no question, but natural.

Recent studies have shown that such physiological factors as genetics and hormonal fluctuations during pregnancy can significantly affect how our brains are "wired" at birth.

As extensive therapy and testing have confirmed, my brain was wired female.

A transgender friend provided the best and simplest explanation I have heard: We are born with this, we fight it as long as we can, and in the end it wins.

I gave it as good a fight as I possibly could. I went more than 40 hard rounds with it. Eventually, though, you realize you are only fighting yourself and your happiness and your mental health — a no-win situation any way you look at it.

When you reach the point when one gender causes heartache and unbearable discomfort, and the other brings more joy and fulfillment than you ever imagined possible, it shouldn't take two tons of bricks to fall in order to know what to do.

It didn't with me.

With me, all it took was 1.99 tons.

For more years than I care to count, I was scared to death over the prospect of writing a story such as this one. It was the most frightening of all the towering mountains of fear I somehow had to confront and struggle to scale.

How do you go about sharing your most important truth, one you spent a lifetime trying to keep deeply buried, to a world that has grown familiar and comfortable with your façade?

To a world whose knowledge of transsexuals usually begins and ends with Jerry Springer's exploitation circus?

Painfully and reluctantly, I began the coming-out process a few months ago. To my everlasting amazement, friends and colleagues almost universally have been supportive and encouraging, often breaking the tension with good-natured doses of humor.

When I told my boss Randy Harvey, he leaned back in his chair, looked through his office window to scan the newsroom and mused, "Well, no one can ever say we don't have diversity on this staff."

When I told Robert, the soccer-loving lad from Wales who cuts my hair, why I wanted to start growing my hair out, he had to take a seat, blink hard a few times and ask, "Does this mean you don't like football anymore, Mike?"

No, I had to assure him, I still love soccer. I will continue to watch it. I hope to continue to coach it.

My days of playing in men's over-30 rec leagues, however, could be numbered.

When I told Eric, who has played sweeper behind my plodding stopper for more than a decade, he brightly suggested, "Well, you're still good for co-ed!"

I broke the news to Tim by beginning, "Are you familiar with the movie 'Transamerica'?" Tim nodded. "Well, welcome to my life," I said.

Tim seemed more perplexed than most as I nervously launched into my story.

Finally, he had to explain, "I thought you said 'Trainspotting.' I thought you were going to tell me you're a heroin addict."

People have asked if transitioning will affect my writing. And if so, how?

All I can say at this point is that I am now happier, more focused and more energized when I sit behind a keyboard. The wicked writer's block that used to reach up and torture me at some of the worst possible times imaginable has disappeared.

My therapist says this is what happens when a transsexual finally "integrates" and the ever-present white noise in the background dissipates.

That should come as good news to my editors: far fewer blown deadlines.

So now we all will take a short break between bylines. "Mike Penner" is out, "Christine Daniels" soon will be taking its place.

From here, it feels like a big improvement. I hope with time you will agree.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

dude is pretty funny


My girl insists upon these. they're not very comfy

Ananova Quirky News Stories

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Dear LAbby

Some days are better than others. Some days are downright great. Other days, most days lately, are pretty much me, going through the motions trying to find one speck of happiness. usually i know where to find it but today wasn't that day. I know what things I have to do but today I was mandated to picture myself 20 years from now. The image i have to say was quite appealing and made me feel good. the rest of the day leading up to and following that dashed it quickly. I must make some changes in my life. Major ones. The prospect of how to do that and when, change from day to day. Alot of that is my fault and I have to work to implement these changes. I know that one day soon in the future I will be happy as playing puppies but today just wasn't that day. I want it back so i can call in sick. Now I just need to get more sick days.

Monday, April 23, 2007

You looking for a familiar font?

AND want to download it free? Click Here, but if you find out what the font is for the San Francisco giants I'd be happy to know it. If you HAVE it AND want to give it to me, I might even clip your toenails.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Effing finally. we're taking over...

or theres only 3 people reading this, including myself.

Not a gabee, a GAY BEE!!!

Last night was F & R's launch in Beverly Hills 90210. We got to see what Dron's been working on for the last few months and good for him to get into a Rodeo Drive boutique. It was pretty cool, all his stuff was placed at the front of the shop and there was a red rope area in front where everyone could hang. Still and Video cameras floatingg around and some free booze abound along with alot of seafood that sat out for a long time. We mostly kicked it outside with Ms Shagatha, Ldybugg, and oyie mixing with the occasional random person, including the hostess from the restaurant across the way, the waitress that picks up the glasses that wanted nothing to do with having a relationship with oyie, jon (i'm starting to tan like george hamilton) lovitz, jose eber (whose funky hat covers his bald head), and stacey kiebler (how the hell was she a pro wrestler? and dancing with the stars). Along with a few 2-dimensional looking model types, and some annoying magazine writers all searching for their next posed myspace pic.

I was a bit too put off with asking jose eber for a photo, as he kinda weirded me out. Why is it that all male hair product makers/users are balding?

After my 3rd really strong cocktail and zero food for the day (i'm trying to fit into my new Jordache jeans so that I too can look like i have an eating disorder), I spotted Jon Lovitz again after he left to what I assume was to blow massive rails of cocaine into his nose. He flatly denied my drunken request to get a snapshot even after I let him know he would be lambasted on my ever-so-famous blog. I did however get a shot of Jay Sherman, thank god.

Furthur, in my stupor, i badgered oyie to take a picture of me in a dancing with the stars pose with stacey kiebler, who honestly, even though its staged and all, I dunno how this girl was a WWE wrestler. She's tiny, super long legs, but not THAT much to look at. Could just be that she's blonde, or my girlfriend was standing there and would've put an olive toothpick in my eye but either way, she wouldn't bust a move for the camera. Atleast she got in front of it.

So that was about it, other than my incessant proddings of the waitress chick to hook up with my heterosexual lifepartner, and my search of anything edible ending in a nasty ass mcdonalds run.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

someone actually videotaped me at Coachella!!!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

i wanted to say good fucking god

seriously c'mon now! hopefully sweatshirt guy doesn't tell me i'm going to hell if i don't believe in Him, cause sweatshirt dude listens to U2. I'd sue if i was apple or atleast tout the anti christ. Check the Sir Prays Alot tho...foreal'do.

Couple of these are just bad

Photoshop fun

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

yeah i'm one of those guys...

that post videos that aren't THAT funny of other peoples dogs. if you like labbies you'll like it tho

In case you didn't know

P.I.S.S.E.R. Profile -- Kool-Aid Man

Eco-Logical Art

I'm in...

Eco-Logical Art

Happy Birthday Liz Phair

I got into her in 93 and most likely cemented my masturbatory habits used today with her in mind. 40 years old and smokin hot. With the exception of her marriage and childbearing days, her music is still pretty effing good. I'd still happily get behind that. Well if Ms. Toe lets me.

Monday, April 16, 2007

tha weekend

Saturday was slow, but ms two-toed sloth and I grabbed the kids and headed over to a spot that we saw on Huell Howser (trust me, it was a long drawn out affair of me reading every single bit of the site in Huells voice...i don't a damn good huell.) Ferndell is a little spot built in the teens of the 20th century and appears to be a natural spring with foliage that mimics a Pacific Northwestern forest with Trails at the end of the whole thing. It was damn cool. Trails was pretty anticlimatic with the 3 superhipsters working there that were nice but showed that they had been working nonstop for more than a few hours causing them to produce food that was pretty lackluster looking. I stuck with a pretty middle of the road root beer float. The really cool thing about this trip was that the kids got to run through all the water as nasty and stank as can be. Our daughter is a brunette so she didn't show the mud that much but our son is a blonde and he had no problem flaunting how disgustingly black his fur had become. Sorry the pics are limited and lackluster, but hey it's what i got provided by the sayshuh

They both got baths then we decided to try out a dish that we saw on pbs making the whole day pbs themed...infinitely more.

The show site is here at Frontera Kitchens, but the recipe i used was on Rick Bayless' site. The recipe i used is here I gotta say it was pretty dammned good with the mere exception that when you cut up habanero's they pretty much stick with you and if you rub your eyes, you're fucked. So just for you guys, i'm providing my source from wiki as to how to get it off of your skin and out from under your nails.

Remedies for pain caused by eating chiles

Capsaicin, the chemical responsible for the "hot" taste of chili peppers, is a type of chemical called an alkaloid. It will dissolve in acid, fat, or alcohol.

The effects of consuming a chili sauce deemed 'too hot' can be remedied by eating rice or drinking such things as milk or yogurt (dairy products, despite being alkaline in nature, contain a protein (casein) which binds with the capsaicin alkaloid, neutralizing it. Dairy products also contain fats that dissolve capsaicin). Some people report relief with tomato juice or by eating a fresh lemon or lime (all acids). Granulated sugar can also provide some relief. Serving yoghurt with meals, as in Indian cuisine, may also help.

Contrary to many people's initial reactions, drinking water (or soda, beer, or most other typically available beverages) does not relieve the pain, as capsaicin, being an oil, is not soluble in water, and will continue to stick to tissue and nerves if rinsed with water. While the immediate effect of drinking water may be a temporary relief of the burning pain from the coolness of the liquid, water flow can help the capsaicin travel in the tissues mouth and throat, causing more pain once the liquid is swallowed.

When washing one's hands of lingering chile sauce before using the bathroom or scratching one's eye, the use of an acidic astringent, such as lemon or lime juice, is necessary to ensure total elimination of capsaicin from the skin. This is important, because in addition to affecting the mouth and lips, capsaicin is highly irritating to mucous membranes or other sensitive areas such as the eyes, nose and genital region. Soap is alkaline, and its use does not guarantee rinsing away all of the capsaicin.

It wasn't crazy hot but had plenty of spice and was tasty as hell as i said. now with that we're drawing to a close today. Sunday was spent sitting on our arses doing not a GODDAMMNED THING other than the sloth forcing me, by tying me up and forcing toothpicks into my eyes to watch snakes on a plane. GOOD GOD, DON'T WATCH IT. JUST DON'T. IT'S UP THERE WITH KEVIN COSTNERS "THE POSTMAN" AS WORST MOVIE EVER. The sloth offered to release me within the first 30 minutes after conceding i was right that this movie should never have been or should be watched in the future.

Now i leave you with some random images i found whilst googling

Friday, April 13, 2007

looks a tad fake but still worth a 2nd watch


Number1 found the recipe to one of my favorite sandwiches since i was 5 and it seems i'm not the only that had recieved the weird looks in my lifetime. But here it is, in its oddity right here on the internet. Not even wikipedia!

One of the best sammies ever.

Theres a reason she's in my hypothetical top 3

However theres only one person in my reality top list, but i agree with number1 that this woman would be benefitted by having a photoshoot with a female photog. She doesn't need makeup, color, or poses. She's just hot. There said it only once.

Offcial Site

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Goodbye Kurt

Would've liked to have met him. Now just gotta get my shot at Tom Wolfe before he kicks the literary bucket.

Author Kurt Vonnegut dies at 84 -

Monday, April 09, 2007

plucked this one from the archive

If you have the time and tiny bit of patience and can read alot of tiny print, go make ringtones from your mp3s for free. you just have to wait about 2 hours to get them, or pay a buck and get it immediately. I added the link in the more ish't to look at.

create a free acct, add your provider, add your phone make/model, punch in your number, browse for a song and the 40 second section of the song you want and click submit and you'll have it in a while. you gotta figure out how to download it from your phone and make it a ringtone. you're on your own there. do the reading dummy. unless of course you're dating me then i'll do it for you....but you're eff off.

enjoy, i do.

piece owt

Saturday, April 07, 2007


I'm missing out on wine tasting today so i can update my portfolio so i can quit the worst job of my life and dammnit all if i didn't notice my early girl tomato plant has about 7-8 quarter size green tomatoes on it. THANK FUCKING XENU, i'm so sick of grocery store tomatoes and their bland tasteless genetically enhanced white hue. my steak tomatoes are a month or more away but atleast i gots me some!

aight back to getting fonts installed....that is all.

Monday, April 02, 2007

You'll have to allow me to geek out for a minute

Sunday was not only my furry little jews' bday but also Star Wars day for FREE!!! I met up with some friends (who gave me a Force FX replica yoda lightsaber- which is powered up and played with for a while already) and checked out the show. Lots of costumes, and models from the actual productions. It was cool and a bit pathetic to see my fellow geeks wandering around, some dressed in the garb, some dragging their wives, and some, sadly holding their newborn babies next to artifacts. Still, i accept that geekdom and flaunt it. Here are a few images.

But it all got especially nice when i got home and washed EBU with ebu's mom, then cooked up some carne asada (MEAT!!!) and gave the bday jew a couple nice big hunks of it. He was a happy dog! Happy Birthday, i'm officially calling you 4 years old now.