Ah...to relax and not have to worry

We are leaving for the Hamptons this afternoon. Our production head and pattern maker is heading back to California and we are dropping her off at JFK. Then three hours in the cars until we reach Westhampton.

We deciided against bringing the pillow top and the pillows to the house since we couldn't sneak them in our suitcase. So we will have to rough it. I plan to spend more time laying out on the lounge chairs on the deck. Which has the added benefit of giving me some privacy because who wants to look at that?

I hope everyone has a wonderful and healthy and Happy Labor Day Weekend.

I don't want to mess up Lem's site.

I don't want to mess up Lem's site with my personal rants so times I keep things to myself.

I didn't want to rain on Chip's parade when he was praising Joan Rivers. I mean I can't stand her. She is truly the spawn of Cthulhu if not the beast herself. But why get in unnecessary arguments.

I call that growth.

I plan to spend the weekend by the pool

Although the bed is not the best the pool is fantastic. So I will be spending as much time as I can on the deck and in the pool.

What sucks is that I can't enjoy a cold beer anymore. Or a hot dog. Nothing is better than a cold beer and a hot dog while listening to the game on the deck before you jump in the pool.

Still it should be very relaxing.

Everybody is on vacation this week

This is the week that a whole bunch of people go on vacation. Which means I am busting my ass more than ever.

We are finishing the back room with a lot of unexpected problems. To add to that we have our production and pattern maker from California staying with us this week as we plan out what we are doing for the upcoming season. I am hiring new people as my strongest employee quit on me and I have to open the store every morning. To top it off Marco Polo was closed!

We went there last Sunday for the last day before their vacation. I had the meatballs and rigatoni which is the special. But that meant I pretty much cooked every night after a long, long day. I am looking forward to a couple of days of rest.

I want to sleep in my own bed

Even though it is covered in pillows.

We bought this really great mattress to which we added a pillow top and some very high count sheets. Plus a bunch of very comfortable pillows. So we are going to a friends house this weekend and the bed is not anywhere near as good. Do you think it would be low rent to bring my own pillow top, sheets and pillows? Yeah I know. Can't do. It's insulting. Wouldn't be prudent.

I mean it is great that my friends are inviting us out to their mansion in the Hamptons for the weekend. But I am very, very tired and I want to sleep in and be super comfortable. He doesn't have wifi so I will be off the grid more or less except for the Ipad 3g.

Oh well. I can't complain. I mean look at what I am actually bringing to his house.

Who would want to find that floating in his pool?

The Job Continues

So this back store is breaking my balls. The knuckleheads I have doing the job keep fucking up. Omar is supposedly running the job but he has this little shit of a partner that got to be a problem.

You see all of these dudes from Bangladesh are Muslims. Some more than others. Omar is fully assimilated. He doesn't give a shit. He went for pizza with me during Ramadan. But the guy he partnered up with who does the electricity is a serious towel head. He would take prayer breaks and fasted most of the month he was working on the store. He was the dick that gave me the very low estimate. He is a sloppy fuck but worst of all he had no respect for woman. So when Lisa told him something he would not reply. He would talk to me or Omar but not directly to her. That shit doesn't fly.

They made several fuck ups along the way. So I took parts of the job away from them so I wouldn't feel bad about not paying them more. I have someone else doing the dressing room and the Bannister for the stairs. He didn't do the light in the passage way. The only thing he did was complain and ask for more money. Fat chance asshole.

So they come to finish off some stuff Sunday. They had to repaint some stuff that was fucked up by the camera installer. But what this little prick did was just grab a can of paint. Flat paint that was for the ceiling. He put it all over the semi gloss on the woodwork and the eggshell on the walls. So it was basically two different colors and two different paint in a patchwork that looked like shit. When I saw what he did and after he started acting like a dick I told him to pack up his shit and hit the road. On the way out he decided to clean off his brushes on the side of the building as you see in the picture. We didn't notice it until the next day. Now Omar has to repaint all of that for free. He is pissed. As am I.

Muslims are just fucking problems anyway you shake it. If they don't want to assimilate and treat women like human beings we need to deport them or just drone their asses like the Jews do. Enough of this bullshit.

Hey Phil Simms......Just shut the fuck up.....you are a disgrace to the Giants you putz!

So Phil Simms had let it be know that he will kowtow to the politically correct douchenozzles who want the Washington Redskins to change their name. He has let it be know that he will only refer to them as "Washington" even though they have retained their historic and traditional name. What a politically correct pansy!

He says he is not taking sides but by doing this he is taking sides. He is taking the side of the politically correct who run grievance racket where they get to determine what you can say, do or think in this country. He is a disgrace to the Giants and I have lost all respect for him. Even that epic loser former Jet Boomer Eisason is using the Redskins because that is their fucking name.

Eli Manning has just solidified his place as the greatest Giant quarterback of all time!

Sometimes you just want some mindless fun...so you beat up a Real Housewife.

When I am busy I don't have time to put together a post that would be interesting. I usually search out a good photo and plan a post or a little story about it when I have some time to be creative. But now that I have access to a Ipad I sometimes just want to snark out a line or two. So I comment places that doesn't require a lot of brain power. You know. Like Lem's joint.

Mostly I have been indulging myself commenting at this TV site called PreviouslyTV. It is the successor site to Television Without Pity and believe or not I have lasted more than my two week average without getting banned. I have been busy trolling the Carole Radizwill thread since she is so many things I despise. A skinny twat who is a journalist and totally politically correct and related to the Kennedys. So many things to snark such little time. I have been having fun there and it allows me to comment mindless and not worry about all the shit I have going on.

Or I can go to Lem's and bust on Deborah. Either way it is just good clean fun.

Not to worry.....I am just to be too busy

Hey not to worry. I have just been very busy the last two weeks so I have fallen behind on my posting.

This past week was the gift show and we had to go for three days straight. So no posting on the net. After the show we had meetings with various sales reps as we are looking for people to rep our wholesale line out on the Coast and in the Midwest. So typically we shopped all day and had a dinner meeting. When we got home I was so beat I went to sleep.

What you do at these shows you go to various booths and see what they have. We are filling the lingerie shop but that will not just have bras and nightgowns and robes. We need filler items like purses and jewelry and lingerie bags and little cards that the girl shopping for a gift for a bridal shower could buy. You want to be a one stop shopping experience. Here Lisa is getting lingerie bags and make up cases that will be little add ons.

Now is the time you buy stuff to sell for the Holidays. These metal boxes are soy candles with three wicks which burn for about sixty hours with some really cool smells. Goes for twenty bucks retail and is a perfect teachers gift or Kris Kringle thingy.

Scarves are a big thing this season. We got these from an outfit from Nepal made by homeless Nepalese or some shit like that there. It was funny but after we bought them we saw someone wearing one of them on a TV show that night.

We walked up and down the aisle and we saw French inspired shit we would stop. The shop has a French motif which is of course karma. There is nothing I hate more than French people and now I have a French shop and French or Frenchified cunts coming in every freaking day.

One of the things we are going to offer is earrings that would be cute and sexy to wear with the lingerie outfit. Or to put together for a gift for your girlfriend. You can come in and the girls can help you pick out a whole outfit down to the cute earnings. These go for $40 retail which is very reasonable for the quality.

The problem is that all of this is very labor intensive. The little purchase we have above took about an hour to pick out. Lisa has to balance the cost vs. the cute. It is easy to buy very expensive stuff that looks great but then it is really hard to sell it in Obama's economy. So you spend hour after hour trying to find a good price point to be able to sell it and turn it over so your money doesn't sit in inventory. It was exhausting. Especially since the gift show doesn't have any chairs! When you are at a clothing store they have chairs to sit on while they show you the line. In the gift show space is at a premium so you are standing up the whole time.

The one thing that really worked out was that I was able to find the perfect pillow for Lisa.

Camel Toe Corner....We are number one!

Congratulations to Memphis State for winner the USA Camel Toe championships that were held this week in Las Vegas. There winner routine was was the finger me Elmo routine.

ee cummings on Abe Vigoda

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,

And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,

Your liver spots would be a sight

Life would be delight,--

But things couldn't go right

For in such a sad plight

I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,

And past was present, and false was true,

Eternal life is the curse you live,

There might be some sense

But I'd be in suspense

For on such a pretense

You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,

And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee

Homos would sing on Fox TV

Things would seem fair,--

Yet they'd all despair,

For if here was there

We wouldn't be we.

Whose that girl?

She is one of the stars of my new favorite dinosaur show from Canada even though she is written out half way through the season. She has guested in a bunch of tv shows and been in a ton of indy movies but is best know for the dinosaurs.

Her last name is also one of my favorite quasi curse words.

Whose that girl?

Sleeping Beauty

I have been really, really tired lately. These water pills I have been taking have been knocking me out. I mean I get up to piss all night long so I get kind of exhausted as well as dehydrated and lose a bunch of vitamins and minerals.

So the wife's answer is to photograph me while I am asleep and make fun of me.

I deserve no less.

Sometimes you just have to laugh

I am currently in two arguments because I am stuck in the store and I am bored senseless. The renovation is at a standstill as the idiot cab drivers are busy or something and I have to make alternative arrangements. So I am sitting in the store behind the wall and trying to be quiet because women who are talking about their unmentionables don't want a dude to hear them. I don't have to be in the front to sell because I have a full staff in anticipation of the new store starting.

Sooooo I went on Previously TV and continued my campaign to rough up Carole Radziwill who is a hero to a certain type of politically correct feminist who frequents that site. Of course it is one of the sites where they issue warnings and ban you at the drop of a hat. So you have to be careful and not speak the truth because the truth will get you banned toot suite. But it is still amusing to stick up for Aviva the leg throwing lunatic and battering around the "cool" hipster douche.

Then I went to Lem's joint to the Rick Perry thread where one of our favorite shit stirrers is taking a contrary opinion just to stir it up.  This is not the first time we have tangled recently and I am getting increasingly less amused. Then of course a dirty bird had to show up to shit all over the thread. Which is a giant warning sign to leave it alone. Now I can understand how a video of a professional with a reputation for drinking could make him upset because a video showing them drunk might be used against them. It could be used against a lot of people. Doctors. Accounts. Lawyers. Professors. It is why some of them stopped Vblogging.

I would love to make that point but I have a policy of not engaging these peoples.

The Rifleman

Mark enjoyed hanging out in the dusty streets of North Fork with his buddies Nick and Timmy while his Pa was shopping in the mercantile and squeezing Miz Millies titties. They would walk along chewing a piece of straw. They stopped by the livery to watch the Smith shoe a horse. Went by the carpenters shop and watched while he worked on a wooden rocking chair he was making for the nasty Miz Annie with cup holders in the arms that could hold a wine box. But they most of all they loved to stand across the street from the jail whenever there was some excitement.

Sometimes the excitement was when they would bring in a dead body after Mark’s Dad had shot them. That happened at least twice an episode. Sometimes they would be there when Sheriff Micah would let out the soiled doves that he had arrested when they got too rowdy over down below the deadline. They would stumble out all rumpled with their lipstick smeared and the feathers in their hair all awry. Sometimes one of their teats might slip out of their low cut saloon girl outfits. Once one of them came out in only her pantaloons and lady things. Timmy really loved that. He rubbed a hole in his favorite pair of overalls that time.

So they were excited when they heard some arguing and the door of the jail burst open. Micah was giving the bums rush to the town drunk Chief Stalking Horse.

“All right you can go now Horse. I told you once and I won’t tell you again. Stop getting drunk and singing Mexican songs and peeing in the horse troughs. Now go find somewhere to sleep it off.”

The Chief wobbled up from the thoroughfare but it seemed like the street had begun to spin. He stumbled over to the hitching rail across the street where the boys were standing and leaned over the rail. Mark and Nick instinctively grabbed his arms and held him up so he wouldn’t fall again. He grasped on to the rail and braced himself while he waited for the spinning to stop.

“Are you feeling poorly Mr. Horse” Mark asked. “We can help you go to Doc’s if you want.” “No sick. Just tired. Me no stay in this one horse town no more. I leave now.” “Where are you going off to Chief” Nick asked as he held on to the Indian with one hand while he held his nose with the other. The Chief smelled right ripe and he was trying not to be sick his own self. “You lived here all your life.”

The Chief straightened himself up and tried to stand with a little dignity. A tear escaped one of his blood shot eyes as if someone had thrown garbage on his moccasins. “Me move to Florida. Me cousin is a Seminole and he told me to move down to the reservation. In Boca. Lots of firewater and squaws with no taste. Me happy.” He tottered off on to the road out of town.

“I am going to miss that drunk ole Indian” Mark said. “Why is that” asked Nick? “Because he was entertaining when he would sing all those Mex songs and act like a lovesick calf.” “That’s true” said Timmy. “But you know what I miss. Miss Millies teats. Let’s go down to the Mercantile and look in the windows.” The boys all nodded and walked off in the other direction.

Teats always win out.

ee cummings on Abe Vigoda

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of your body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of your flesh Connie Francis
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

I will rape you in the motel room of your mind
              After George Hamilton 
gets his tan.

Do you remember when the US President was someone people respected

That seems like so long ago and far away.

Camel Toe Corner

Here's a salute to the girls of the Israeli army who go into harms way to keep their country safe.

This is there crack camel toe team.

I thought his last show was pretty good!

I have to admit that we enjoyed Robin Williams last sitcom "The Crazy Ones." The set up was that he was the head of a famous ad agency that he ran with his daughter Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She is unlucky in love even thought the perfect guy is right under her nose in the doufy guy from "Old Christine" who plays her best friend. They had the really gay guy from Mad Men who proposed to Joan playing a player who banged everything that moved and who was Robin Williams protege. Plus the sterotypical hot dumb but smart working girl secretary for the plebs. Typical sitcom memes but it was pleasant. The best part was the last three minutes where they played bloopers where Williams and the cast would riff off mistakes and word play that could be really funny.

I had boycotted Robin Williams for a long time after he started hanging with Whoopi and spouting the normal commie Hollywood bullshit. He was just too manic for me. My comedy tastes run to guys like Rodney Dangerfield, Buddy Hackett, Jim Norton and Nick DePalo. So I would change the channel when one of his movies came on. I sort of put him in the dude from MASH Sandinista slot in my television viewing.

So I was pleasantly surprised to see him in this show and was really disappointed when it was canceled.

What a waste.

Whose that girl?

A hot actress from my favorite decade the 1960's she took you to the mountain. Hawk knew where she lived so to speak.

Popular on a lot of sixties sitcoms and movies she later had a big career in Italy along with a bunch of biker pictures that blake remembers her from.

Whose that girl?

The Summer of Boo Boo

Brother Bear was always Mama's favorite. But she was very strict with him. She would discpline over every little slight. If he spilled milk or dropped a cookie she would cut him with a stare. Then later that night she would take him out of bed. Pull down his pants. Spank his ass until it turned red as chop meat.

When she was done he would climb off her lap. She would mummer "You know I love you." Then she would embrace him. Kiss him full on the mouth.

With tongue.

Brother Bear was very mixed up.

That is why anyone with brown hair and large breasts was in danger when he was around.

(Stan and Jan Berenstain "Son of Boo Boo", The E True Hollywood Story of the Berenstain Bears) 

Oy my little yiddisher pickel

"So big shot you are too busy to call your old gurlfriend? Well I don't care. I have become a cop groupie. In fact here is a photo with a couple of my boyfriends. Lou is a momster. And Freddie is a monster. Or a munster. I forget. But he is a monster where it counts. Oy gevalt."

The Rifleman

Lucas and Mark McCain rode into the town of Northfork to pick up some supplies. They had to do that every episode because Lucas was too poor to buy everything at once and he always had to find new people to shoot. He couldn't just wait for them to ride up to his porch.

They stopped at the general store and tied up their horses. Lucas had a long list and he wanted to spark Miss Milly without his son hanging around.

"Why don't you go off and find your friends Mark. I have to do some bidness with Miss Milly and I don't need a youngun underfoot." Mark laughed. "Are you going to knead Miss Milly's titties Pa. I think they need some kneading like our sourdough mash." "Go on with you son before I cut a switch and give you a whooping. Miss Milly's titties are none of your concern. Go spark some young filly your own age. Go on...git"

Lucas playfully swatted at him with his hat and Mark scamped off down the street.

He saw his friends Nick and Timmy standing in the street. Well actually Timmy was standing there holding his flute with his other hand in his overalls. Little Nick was laying partly under the boardwalk trying to look up ladies dresses. He had a bad habit that way.

"Hey Timmy. Hey Nick." "Hey yourself Mark how are you?" "What's you doing?" "Nuthun. Just waiting for school to start."

Nick got up from under the boardwalk. "It is so dead in this town. I hope your Pa is going to shoot someone. Maybe Lying Larry. That would be mighty fine." "I don't think so" said Mark. "Lying Larry has been very quiet lately. Old lady Annie must be keeping him right busy down at her spread. He must be plowing or sumtin I don't reckon we want to know the details." "Darn tootin' we don't" said Timmy as he kept squeezing both of his flutes"I don't want to even think about her spread.""Hey let's take a walk down to the pond. I hear a couple of the girls might be having a picnic down there today. Maybe we can pull their pig tails or get them to chase us or sumtin like we do at recess when school is on." Nick just shook his head at his friend. "That's kid stuff Timmy. Why would you want to do that? You need to just talk to a girl. To get her to take a walk with you. Out in the woods." "Why would you do that Nick" asked Mark. "I don't know but my brother does that and the girls always come back with their dress on backwards. There must be something to it. I want to try anyways."

The three boys walked out to the pond on the road side out of town. Four of the girls from town were having a tea party at the old swimming hole. They had spread a blanket and were sipping from pretend cups of tea and chattering away. There was little red headed Ruthie and Queenie and RC and little Debbie. They seemed to be arguing.

"I don't believe it" said Ruthie. "President Grant wouldn't do that. He won the war after all. He wouldn't be all mean to the Injun's like that." As usual Queenie was full of good sense. "It was all that Custer's fault. He didn't know his beans and he got all his men kilt. It is as simple as that. Don't be a fool RC." As usual nobody could understand what RC was talking about. She sputtered "Well I knew before and said then what was and could be but so it goes." Ruthie shook her head and turned to Little Debbie. "Do you know what she is talking about?" Little Debbie shook her head. She leaned in closer and confided in her friends like she knew a big secret. "It was the Hebrews. They were behind the Indians killing our soldiers. Everyone knows that."

The boys looked at each other. Stopped in their tracks. Turned around and walked back to down.

"Let's go look in the window of the Mercantile" said Nick. "Maybe we can watch Mark's Pa squeeze Miss Milly's titties. We don't want to be a part of that mess back there." "Amen" said Mark and Timmie in unison. Some things are better not to fool with. Even a kid knows that.

Marilyn's Diary

My Uncle Herman was a big man. He loved to eat. It took a lot of fuel to run a body that was made up of a thousand moving parts that came from a bunch of different bodies. So he was always munching on something.

His favorite meal was breakfast. He loved bacon and eggs and pancakes and French Toasts. But his favorite meal was cereal. He would make a big heaping bowl of cereal all the time. Drink it down with a quart of milk. He would love to add fruit to it. He enjoyed blueberries and strawberries and of course banana's. But that there was one that was his absolutiest favorite of all time.

My cherry.

They hate Catholic's don't they

Every night we come home and we are exhausted. I get dinner ready and we sit down in front of the TV to veg out while we eat dinner. Now you have to be very careful what you put on while you are watching TV while you eat. Almost every drama or cop show has a gruesomely murdered corpse that they have to look at like it was death porn. Last week it was the Bridge where they had a corpse that they brought to a taxidermist who put beetles on it to eat the flesh. It would make you puke.

So generally we put on a half hour comedy. It might be stupid but it least it doesn't make you puke. Or maybe even the Real Housewives which might make you puke but not from the disgusting dead bodies. We are always on the look out for new shows to try on Netflicks or On Demand so we have something new to watch. Especially now that it is the summer and repeat season. So when I see a new lawyer comedy with Kelsey Grammer and Martin Lawrence I figure lets give it a shot.

What a big mistake.

The premise in the pilot is that Martin is getting divorced and giving his wife everything because he cheated on her and felt guilty. Kelsey Grammer plays a corporate shark who convinces Lawrence to let him be his lawyer so he won't get screwed. Now the wife has moved out and guess where she moved? Into a rectory.

That's right the rectory of a Catholic Church. These idiots sneak into a church and then a rectory passes all kinds of old school religious statues and paintings and candles and what not. They sneak into the priests room and go through his dresser and what do the find? Rubbers.

So they go on and win the case because the wife was having an affair with a priest. One of the lines was "Why did my wife hook up with the only priest who wasn't gay?"

Now why did they have to do that. The wife would more likely hook up with a minister since most American Blacks are Protestants. Martin Lawrence is Baptist. They could have used any profession. Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief. But they picked a Catholic priest because it is part of the gay agenda.

It is obvious that the writers and producers are gay because the next episode the partners go undercover as a gay couple to make sure they can get married and are not discriminated against. So they have to attack and ridicule the Catholic Church because they are one of the few societal forces standing against gay marriage and various other perversions. So they have to spread their propaganda in this failed sitcom. It is just a slap in the face that they can use Catholic imagery and sacred items so cavalierly.

I will never watch anything that Kelsey Grammer or Martin Lawrence is in again.

Hey I am too busy working hard to keep up with who hates me today

I can't even take blurry photo's. I end up taking suspended animation photo's.

Over at Lem's I was saying how I think Stephen A Smith is a moron and AJ Lynch started to go after me. Which was kind of a surprise but in retrospect not so much. He had a lot to say in the Althouse dust up and described me a noisy drunk who got thrown out of the bar. I think he is a big partisan of Althouse and decided to come over to Lem to give me a couple of shots. Which is fair enough. But I have to laugh.

He told me I get sideways with anyone I deal with on a regular basis. Which is of course not true. It might be true of people I meet on the internets who you naturally get in arguments with because that is what you do on the internets. But let me if I get sideways with youse guys.

Since I lost 40 pounds I don't have to turn sideways anymore. I am too busy to pay attention to this shit anymore.

The job continues

We are running into problem after problem with the back store. Omar and his merry band of taxi drivers are not exactly the best contractors. Now I knew this from the get go and I knew I would have to get someone to fix some of the more egregious mistakes. So that is just one set of problems. His partner is complaining because he totally underbid the job. So sorry douche bag. I told Omar to make him sweat a little but I would pay him a little more for the extras we put in. It is only fair. But they have no idea how to bid a freakin job.

I guess building a hut in Bengla Desh is not as complicated as an upscale lingerie store.

The real problem is with the cameras.

I got ADT to install the cameras. This was after the installer solicited my business to do it on the side. He wanted to charge me about $100 less than the company so why would I go with him when I don't get a warranty. But they were totally fucked up.

Then sent the Crack Emcee over to install the cameras with his helper trainee Luther Vandross. The surly installer spent most of his time going back and forth to his truck while he let the trainee do most of the work. I was short hander so I was in the front of the store so I couldn't be there to stand over them. At 3pm the guy comes over to me and goes "We are finished. Three of the cameras don't work. Sign here and give me a check." I go "What do you mean they don't work? You were supposed to make them work. That is why you guys came here."

He didn't have an answer. Needless to say I didn't sign anything or pay anything. I called the salesman to ream him out and had him come look at the job. I asked him why did my wall look like fuckin' Frankenstein's neck?

I mean why did he do that when he could have just went under the overhang. You know why? Because he didn't give a shit.

I was grousing about this in Marco Polo and Marco told me to call his guy. He is coming to redo the job on Monday. I am going to call ADT and tell them to stick their cameras up their ass. I might even cancel the alarm system if I can get out of the contract.

It has been an all around bitch to deal with them.

Sorry I was busy....looking at underwear all day

So I didn't have much time to argue with fans of Hamas like Deborah and Icepick today. I was busy at the Curve Lingerie show.

That's the one where you spend all day looking at models in their underwear. This is a new line for us. It is from Poland of all places. The one good thing is they offer a lot of plus sizes. The models are very healthy girls. What happens is you take a pair of panties or a bra off of the rack and the owner goes "Oh I have Katy put it on for you."

We ordered other stuff like some really great loungewear from England. It is the kind of stuff that Lady Mary would wear when she is banging a Turkish guy in Downton Abbey.

It is a little pricey but it might sell. We will get a few pieces to see how it goes.

Excuse me I have to ask the model to change into a different set of panties.

Finally we finished off Japan!

And we didn't even have to drop the big one!

We worked like dogs last week to finalize the Japan order. We had to run to the Container Store to get boxes since Amazon fucked up the delivery of the delivery boxes we had order.

We had to box up each part of the order with a packing slip and an invoice.

We were in the store until three in the morning on Sunday night and delivered it in midtown on Monday.

Of course I had to call on my faithful Bengali companion to transport it to the office. He had to leave me sitting in the drivers seat while he went upstairs. I almost shit my pants. I don't know how to drive and would have to eat the ticket if the cops or worse the brownies came along. Luckily nothing happened.

Mission accomplished!

Lying Liars and the Lies they tell

You will remember the little dust up we had last week where Shouting Thomas said he blocked Crack, Meade and Althouse for sending him a fund raising letter for Crack. It seems it was written by Crack and went out under Lawnboy's email. Well someone else got the same email and sent it to me and gave me permission to publish it in it's entirety. Check it out:

From: thecrackemcee@gmail.com
Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 10:12:51 -0700
Subject: The hand's rising up from the grave - again!
To: meadelaurence@gmail.com

Hey Everybody,

Just a note to say, if you haven't seen or heard from me lately, it's because I took almost a decade off to get my head together after my divorce from the "spiritual" murderess who killed three people. Yeah, no shit. Since then, I've lost my Mother, my God Mother, my babysitter (Maya Angelou) damaged my back in two places, and recently broke a finger. Yeah!

To some of you - if I've been a mystery - figure it out. 

Anyway, I'm back in SF now, and that's resulting in a bunch of new recordings - here's the beginning of a bit o' fluff, inspired by "The Case For Reparations" by Ta-Nehisi Coates, and the blog We Are Respectable Negroes. It's called "Kick The Duckets (The Reparations Song)". 

It's just getting started, only two verses with no middle eighth, and (without mastering) requires headphones for hearing what I'm sending you - but you've GOT to catch the bass (base) on The Crack Emcee's songs - come on. 

Feel free to pass it around to potentially interested parties as an early promo for what else is coming. 

I'm also still doing my blog, The Macho Response, but woodshedding on music's interrupting the flow a bit. (I'm writing furiously, because there's also a sort-of Dap Kings kinda band thing beginning, with rehearsals starting in a couple of weeks - and I'm doing all this with no money so it can't take forever.) 

The death of Trayvon Martin, and those blacks we've seen murdered since, have triggered a re-awakening that "colorblindness" is deadly in the American context - allowing it's racism a free pass - so (with the ability to reach the conservative readership TMR has acquired during my wilderness years) it's aesthetic has shifted to a more-or-less urgent, Stokely Carmichael, go for the jugular approach, rather than my original idea about Bob Moses in overalls. It could still happen, but my thoughts are on how surreal America is, to make such a brilliant man suit up to die, and I wouldn't dare risk directly offending him. Everybody else, sure, but not him. I feel the debt.

Speaking of debts - the hat's still out - as artists and musicians have done for eternity. When I can stop, I will, and after The Beatnigs, Broun Fellinis, and Consolidated (fingers crossed) being back in SF will mean I can do this again, end getting knocked around by "life,"  and return a lot of favors - with interest - and some good intimate moments. Until I die, Folks, until I die.

O.K., that's me, take care - and hugs all around - it's really nice to be back. I'll be seeing some of you around town, I'm sure:

I feel like I've come in from the cold,

CMC

“Life's hard. It's even harder when you're stupid.

"Sorry Duke I do the best I can."
"That's ok pilgrim. Look your face matches my shirt."
"It takes a real man to wear a pink shirt."
"Don't make me smack you."
"Sorry Duke."

True Yankees

It was pretty interesting that the only baseball players worthy of being in wax were True Yankees. No Cardinals. No Red Sox. No Mets. Just true Yankees.

And of course the greatest Yankee of them all!