pyesetz wrote here that:

There is no porn of people smoking tobacco, no professional porn of people doing it *while* smoking dope, no porn of people having sex *while* eviscerating a deer, no porn of people having sex *inside* a Dr. Who time loop (that I know of), no porn of people getting in the mood by reading the Handbook of Physics (unless xkcd has done that one).

That struck me as a challenge. Therefore...



Porn of people smoking tobacco



Porn of people doing it *while* smoking dope



Porn of people having sex *while* eviscerating a deer (O.K., that's not what the picture's of. But cute, huh? Not to mention this, or of course this creepy number.)



Porn of people having sex *inside* a Dr. Who time loop (that I know of); (Can't be bothered to even try to find this one, but I'll bet it exists on some fan site)



Porn of people getting in the mood by reading the Handbook of Physics





Could anyone improve on these?

Loren (fuct_boi) has some pieces in an art show that opens tonight (Thursday) with a reception, 6pm-9pm. Come see the stuff! In an exception to the club's usual policy (don't get me started), it's open to all genders.



Loren also designed the ad, BTW. :)

I've lived in The Castro for almost 14 years, and have been coming to Sparky's even longer. It's my home-away-from-home, a comfortable place to spend the afternoon without feeling like you're intruding. I basically got my real-estate broker's license there, studying correspondence courses for a year while eating numerous burgers, sandwiches, and bowls of fries. The food, while only fair, is consistent and nutritious. And their shakes were great!



Then I went in today.



Apparently the place has been bought. I was greeted -- if such a word could be used -- by a woman who treated me as though I was an *interruption* to her business, rather than the *reason* for it. She ignored me, snapped when I tried to give my order, then went back to gabbing on the phone and glaring down everyone who came in.



A large group of seniors was having a meeting there, and apparently some of them never even had a chance to give their orders, although others had received their food. When one complained, she just walked away from them.



On my way out I told her I'd never seen such a bad attitude, and that I wouldn't be coming back. She said she was the new owner (!) and explained, in so many words, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, it's the waiter's fault." (I'd been well served by him many times before.)



By the way, this was after closing the place for two days without notice (save for a scrawed note on the door) so they could rip up the carpet. They then re-opened with an uncarpeted, uneven and exposed plywood floor.



God, do I hate saying this. But unless she learns how to run a restaurant, and fast, Sparky's is dead.

Last Wednesday I got back from two weeks on the East Coast, roughly divided into a week in Philadelphia, four days in New York City, and three days in Albany and en route.



And I don't have pictures of any of those places per se. Instead you get fun photos that could have been shot anywhere, but happened to be in those locales. Enjoy!







My brand-new suitcase broke before I even got on BART. Bah!







LOL! It's LOLBUTTER!







Four bucks at an AIDS-charity thrift shop in a gayish section of Philly. Shoulda bought it.







It's smoked whitefish! Get it? GET IT?!?!?







Another t-shirt I should have bought... for myself.







This is my new DJ name.







Loren and I stayed at a friend's apartment in the East Village (NYC) with THE WORLD'S SWEETEST KITTEN! Word.







No comment necessary.







For years I've told the story of a Walgreens in Cincinnati, where I went to college 1987-1991. The walls were covered with signs announcing what was under them: "Eye and Ear," for example, or "Paper Goods". But above the condoms, it only said "Save at Walgreens". Surely things have changed since that time, and that most anti-sex of cities, yes? Apparently not in Albany, NY.







Ain't he cute? This was getting ready for my niece's wedding.







The bathroom in a cafe in Albany housed this cervid's head, with a sign next to it explaining some way-too-long-to-read story about the misfortunes the poor beast had suffered in its life. However, it explained, you could get good luck by kissing its face. Never one to turn away from laying lips on a corpse, I did my best.







Silliness with the menu at Friendly's.







More menu silliness. On another note, I'd completely forgotten how much I like Friendly's. I don't think I've eaten at one since I was a kid, and back then they seemed too expensive for me. But they're no pricier than Denny's, actually.







Pet store, East 8th Street, NYC.







I cannot improve this massive LOL.







MOAR KITTEH!!!11!







An artsy pic of Loren looking hella bad-ass at the Dallas BBQ place in NYC.







Me, not so much.







Finally, the pic that will go on our first CD, an epic blockbuster entitled "We Did It Foar Tha Lulz."







That's it!

I was poking around one of my favorite real-estate porn sites and saw that Max Yasgur's farm, the site of Woodstock, is for sale.



I was surprised not to find this written up anywhere. I stand corrected: See the bottom of this page for an impressive list of media coverage.