Holy freaking crap.

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Do you know what this guy did? This guy here to the left? This little old seemingly fragile sweet looking old man? HE KILLED A LEOPARD THAT WAS ATTACKING HIM BY RIPPING OUT ITS TONGUE. I shit ye not. Read it for yourself:

http://www.eastandard.net/hm_news/news.php?articleid=23419

This man is 73. I'm 29 and I would have just quietly crawled into the leopard's stomach with no resistance whatsoever and waited to be dissolved by its stomach acid.

A shout out to my girl Kat Pace for bringing this breaking news story to my attention. Peace what up boo?

Screen on the Green: Mommie Dearest

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SOTG was last night. I can't believe it was the first (and likely only) one I went to this year. Skillions of people there--the pic is pre-show milling about. Warm air, blankets and chairs, drinks and munchies with thousands of your closest friends. It was great. During the show, the audience shouted out famous lines, cheered and clapped, ooh'ed and ah'ed. It was fun. I love the city for things like this. More below.

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More people wandering around pre-show. So many peeps there, the queens of ATL were definitely in full force. It's Pride Weekend here, so this was the unofficial opening event really.

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And ah a beautiful sunset to cap it all off. Now hurry up sun and go down--we need our Mommie Dearest fix.

Tina, bring. me. the. ax!

MUSIC MIDTOWN 2005

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I went, I listened, I was rained upon.

Friday night was AMAZING. Interpol (picture taken during their set) were very good, but nothing prepared us for the almighty White Stripes set. My god those motherfuckers can rock. They were fantastic. I heart them. Even though Jack has a little black worm for a moustache now. Meg's breasts were bobbling up and down as she drummed, very sexy but perhaps painful? Anyway, so worth it. So great. More pics beloooow.

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This is Music Midtown during the day. Sunday, in fact--the band playing here is Def Leppard. The guitars/drums/whatnot still pretty much sounded the same, but poor Joe Elliot must have one paper-thin single reedy reed left for his vocal cords. He didn't even bother with the high notes.

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This is my favourite pic of the night. Loitering outside the porta-potties, two-fistin' it with a hoodie on.

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Here is Tat a little while later, veritably ROCKING OUT. A little scary, non? Tip: Never mess with a woman who can headbang.

Summertiiiiiiime

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and the living is eaaaaaasy

Summer is in full force in the ATL, just take a look at the magnolia bush in my back yard. And why yes, I DO believe I'll refresh this mint julep, oh isn't this heat just simply atrocious, Lulubelle?

Faustian Foibles

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Today, Corporate America has taken another little bit of my soul. I will attempt to restore it this weekend with copious amounts of vice.

But even now I know, there's a hole in me that will never be completely filled. Damn my money-grubbing, capitalistic ways! If only I could have been a non-profiteer.

We lost!

Oh, how we lost! Something like 7-16, just dreadful. Although it was pretty much all over in the first innning when the score was 1-12; after that (statistically), we did much better. It was drizzling with ominous rumblings of thunder in the distance when we started, as if God was saying, "Any minute, aaaaany minute, I could go flashey flashey with lightning and explode your punk ass." But by the middle of the "game", it had cleared up quite nicely and there was even a cooling breeze to boot. I made a run, but this was quickly overshadowed by a double play for two outs made on the same bat (poo). I also had the last out of the game, which I didn't realise until I was walking back to the dugout and every one was walking out saying "good game" and high-fiving and shit.

But then I drank two beers and had a sandwich and everything was ok. Summer is officially here. Well, psuedo-officially. Actually, the Summer solstice is widely regarded as the official start of the season. It is June 21 and is also the longest day of the year. Learning is fun!

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This weekend I cleaned my house so much that I almost made myself sick. Literally. Woke up this morning with a horribly sore throat, the result of ingesting approx 900 pounds of dust particles. This happened with fervor on two occasions during the cleaning endeavour:

1. While emptying bin in laundry room, pulled it out of the bag I was emptying it into too soon and got a faceful of laundry lint.

2. Laid down a fairly heavy layer of carpet powder on the hall runner and turned on vacuum. Vacuum explodes powder and dust all over the hall. I turn off vacuum and run awaaaaaay to let dust settle. I return later to discover that my mother--who had used said appliance last--removed the ostensibly full vacuum bag and neglected to replace with fresh one. Thanks, Ma.

Anyway, when I woke up this morning with 7 pieces of ragged glass in my throat, I immediately decided to call in late to work and go on sleeping. And it seemed to work: throat much better after 9.5 hours sleep and tall chai latte. Funny how that happens.

We have our first softball game tonight. Maybe. Might be rained out or not enough women show. So lame if the latter. Although it would be good to be able to go to the farmer's market to actually buy some food for my house. I have prepared some very creative meals lately.

What I Hate: Part One, Volume One

I hate slacker coworkers. Come in after you, leave before you. Constantly complain about how busy they are, and how much stuff they have to do, while you seethe quietly and think, "WHY DON'T YOU TRY FUCKING ACTUALLY WORKING YOU FUCKING FUCK?!?!?!??" Schedule all doctor appointments for the middle of the day and never come back, attend all 900 of Johnny's school activities, call in sick at the whisper of illness, two hour lunches, days of idle chatter and gossip with other slackers. God I hate slacker coworkers.