Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Katie and the giant, inflatable Buc

Tennis with Kevin...

...generally involves him trying to hit a fuzzy neon-yellow ball directly into my fuzzy, generally not-so-neon-yellow ones. Here we see him succeeding.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Saturday, September 26, 2009

You'd think Fox News....

...would be able to spell 'suspect' correctly since they're so 'suspicious.'

Or should that be...'supicious?.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Grand Ballroom, Intercontinental Hotel, Chicago, IL

Sound check. Not going well.... But then they rarely do.

Downtown Chicago

There is an actual statue here downtown to celebrate the sharp, urban business practices of early (and present-day) Chicagoans. In this moving piece of municiple art, 'The Fleecing of the Rube,' we see a starving bumpkin couple down to the clothes on their backs and one suitcase. Which, in real life, would have been stolen shortly thereafter.

You can't stand around gazing heavenward with some goofy, lofty expression here in Chicago. That's how you lose your suitcase.

Landing at O'Hare...

Ladies and gentleman...Dave Kane

Composer, pianist, saxophonist, photoshop maven, licensed mac guru, chessaholic, early adopter of asian automotive technology a la the Prius, early adopter of actual asians --and cuter little ladies you have never seen-- fierce Scot, brilliant harrumphing curmudgeon. The Man. We're off to Chicago.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Dentist Day!

Only minor horrors, thank god.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Baffled in the bathroom

My room here at the lovely Hyatt Columbus is fine, albeit one of those reduced space, triangular, corner rooms comp'd performers are wont to get. There is no tub, just a shower, also not unusual, especially in rooms of this type.

However, inexplicably, my shower features a nearly useless 'tublet' capability. There's a fancy stopper, a fill faucet, and an overflow outlet, just like on a big tub. I guess you can fill it up 3 inches and...what? Soak the bottom half of your feet? Commit knee ablutions? Dampen your taint? Curious...

Rainy day in Columbus

Sunday, September 20, 2009

A lovely day... stand in BWI's hour-long security line and seal myself in a discount flight to Ohio. Cheers!

Found a cool little underused view of the potomac, south of the airport

Hung out there with a friend for a while Saturday. Also sang some Christmas carols. I realize it's early, but there's a Christmas album in the works. I get to be a terrorist at Guantanamo singing to Dick Cheney, a la the Christmas song...  "Stressed guards boasting they will open fire..."  

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Old Town in the Rain

So much for tennis. Love you guys...

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A Victory for the Elderly!

Ha. Hotshot ranked scrabbler Katie T. falls to my superior ability to get better letters. Poor thing had nothing but vowels half the time. Bwa-ha-ha-ha! I'll take the win anyway! BWA-HA-HA-HA!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


The Corbetts

Kevin and I played tennis today, This picture is about Kevin and Jenny and brand-new, 1-week old Lucy. Isn't she adorable? But mostly it's about Jenny's ginormous, friendly, milk-swollen breasts. Aren't THEY adorable? Jenny is built like Tracey except instead of being 4'10" she's more like 5'8".  So NORMALLY she has a lot going on up there, anyway.  And now...well let's just say that very little can contain her maternal goodness. They're in the Steps, by the way, so I'm allowed to marvel at her prodigious mammaration. In fact, I colluded with Kevin to help him win $10. His brother-in-law refused to believe that I would mention Jenny's impressive torso nuggets aloud to her. I mentioned them. He paid up the $10. I don't feel like we cheated cause I would have mentioned them anyway....

Monday, September 14, 2009

Sunday, September 13, 2009

On a happier note...

Football's here! Go Buccaneers! They're playing Dallas today, and in all likelihood, will get whipped. But hope springs eternal.

The City is Filled With Batshit Crazy Assholes...

...and their batshit crazy kids.  You would not believe the racist, insane, poorly-spelled ignorance on display everywhere you look here. There are signs calling Obama fascist AND communist at the same time. He's a gay womanizer. And an appeasing warmonger. And a nazi zionist. They don't even try to make sense or, indeed, even seem to have a passing familiarity with what sense is. There are signs calling for his death. It's hard to believe these people are actually human beings. See? Now they've got me thinking like them. There can be no God because if there were, lightning would spill from the heavens and smite all of these stupid, selfish people and their dim, barely-speaking cohorts where they stand, wiping this stupid shit from the face of the earth at long, long, last.

I am ashamed, as an American, to be even peripherally associated with this horde of brain-dead scum.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

I did happen to notice...

...the bathroom sink light's dimmer was turned pretty low. If you didn't know there was a dimmer --and I didn't realize for a while-- it would have been REALLY dim. :) Love y'all.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

At the Raglan Rose

I asked Jame to be goofy. He obliged.

Something you rarely see

Thursday, September 3, 2009


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The last bucket o' balls...

...cause I'm probably not gonna be doing this when it ain't free. C'mon, $5 a bucket! I don't think so....