Dripping with french roast.

The Wastrels' performances are not to be missed, people. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. As The Wastrels are people of mercy, you'll get another chance on November 12th--don't blow it this time.

Corey and I held up fairly well on AM 1280 Saturday morning. For those of you who didn't catch it, sorry you missed out on the hot live action! Possibly going to have a replay available for a limited time--though I'll have to clean some junk off of my server before uploading, 'less anybody else is willing to host it. 26.9 megs? Caller-wise through the hour, we were assaulted by an old Saturday-morning drunk, and a suburban neocon. Took one positive caller. Elsewise, show-host Rep. Chris DeLaForest was a sympathetic ear--certainly a "small l".

Suffered a major thrashing at poker last night. We ran it up 'til daylight, and I was hungover before I went to bed. Kelly made me take Midol--didn't stay up long enough to see if it worked, though.

4:06 pee-emm. It lags. Twenty four hours and twenty four minutes from now I'll be getting out of work, awash with pink-collar juice, curled up in the scaling atrium of the Gaviidae with another nameless dystopian novel, waiting on another rescue.

Have yourselves a bombastic Halloween. Send me pictures of your costumes!

"I'm going to kick your ass for the good of the community!" -police











away, afternoon, AWAY!
-Brenn
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com

$.75

Not much to speak on for the moment. Events, though!

Heading to see The Wastrels this evening. They will be on sometime after 10:30 p.m. at The Terminal Bar. Last night's show was the best yet, though, and tonight's should be even better, eh?

AM 1280 tomorrow morning at 11:00 a.m CST. Listening in? Nik will be recording for us, too. Let's hope Corey Stern and I school!

Poker weekend, and possible the range on Sunday. Hopefully some sleep and cuddling in there somewhere, too. Expect to catch some of you around.

mound of weekend,
-Brenn

Drat!

The Musical Box show has been cancelled due to lack of advance ticket sales. All of you who didn't buy tickets should go eat a can of botulism right now.

Confound it!

See you at The Wastrels shows! *grumble*

-Brenn

Blipsy blah.

I hadn't posted about this--few days back, after an unnerving event to be unnamed, I burst through the practice space door to Nate and Corey. Nate, waving a clear plastic cup in the air, pointed down to a box of white zinfandel. Now, I usually hate blushes, but this was no ordinary pink wine--it was DUMPSTER WINE. Nate found an unsoiled box of wine, a third remaining, in the dumpster. How could I not partake? The liquor stores were closed. Damn you and your eight o'clock weekdays, Hennepin County.

Kelly cajun'ed it up for Nik, MacKinney and I on Saturday evening. Delectable, and we didn't even use my Italian moose sausage. Looking forward to the next with great excitement, whether or not the pralines solidify.

We did finally catch Serenity on Sunday. Every smeggin' single last one of you had better watch it--after the Firefly series, that is. Disappointed there wasn't as much western there could have been, but there certainly was a lot of Reaver action.

Otherwise, eagerly awaiting our refurb MiniDisc players. iPod can shampoo my crotch.

Where are you all going to be on Thursday and Friday evenings? The Wastrels' shows. Thursday, 10/27/05, at Mario's Keller Bar, and Friday, 10/28/05, at The Terminal Bar.

Corey and I on AM 1280 on Saturday morning (11:00 a.m.), poker after sunset. Everybody put yer damned helmets on.

right-of-way,
-Brenn

Stop me if you've heard this one.

I remember reading about this three years ago, when it happened:

"On Sept. 2, 2002, two Rochester police officers were responding to a call involving Christofar Atak, a refugee from Sudan, who had been drinking and jumped in front of a police car.

Investigators said during a struggle an officer thought he was pulling the trigger of his Taser against Atak's back--but instead of a Taser, it was his .40-caliber Glock handgun."

900G's. He only got nine hundred thousand dollars, for accidentally being shot, point-blank, in the back, by a police officer. I wouldn't have settled for less than three million. Well...maybe I'd settle for $900,000, if the cop let me shoot him back.

It is nine thirty, and Kelly is already passed out. Drink-by-myself time, I suppose.

OH--short RollerGirls video!

-Brenn

Utmost gratitude for the anxiety.

Howgoes, my hedonistic heathens?

FSP Meetup last night? Pass.

This evening, though, Kelly had gotten her mitts on a few free passes to an advance screening of "Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story", and we attended this evening. Not bad, but heartwarmingly cookie-cutter predictable. If you're picky, skip it. Otherwise, take the kids.

A stretch of a weekend drifting closer. Dinner with the old man on Friday, jambalaya on Saturday, and giving the mother a lift home (to Princeton) on Sunday. Now I just need to slate something in for the nights. Ideas or participants?

I think I am done shaking, now,
-Brenn
hadesraze@hadesraze.com
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus

Strung up and out.

Seems sinuses are getting the best of us. Who they seize more of is debatable. Along with these ailments may be Kelly's laptop hardware--General Practitioner Supermom Cha'Perkins couldn't heal her. Hopefully we can take it in to somewhere reasonable to find out, eh?

Yimey, what a lame post.

kick it in the river and wish the current well,
-Brenn

Foiled! PWNED!

'Huh'. That's all I got to say about it--'huh'. Kelly summed up rather well. There is no point in me talking, but I do anyway.

Not the type to slap the drama up here, but this is just too good not to mention. Nik, Kelly, Chopsy, Paula and I attended the RollerGirls bout--I just can't seem to shut up about these roller derbies--and we're dumbfounded as to why MacKinney hates it. Seems he'd rather listen to Stryper and drink beer with a pack of hyperchristians. Jab, jab. [Behold, myself, Mitzi Massacre (our favorite jammer), and Kelly. Profile, here.] Along the way back, my phone wiggled; "Text From Paula". I glanced up, and she gave me an awkward look. "That wasn't meant for you." So, I read: "She is staying with lee! Wow call me when u get the chance!" I'll let those of you who know my personality, combined with that fact that I have been unstoppable lately, pan out the rest of the evening, the five of us down at FabFern's. I'll leave the rest of the evening's texts buried. [STOP]

Otherwise, I am gearing up for poker. And we need to get Kelly's laptop fixed--'MISSING OPERATING SYSTEM'. Yech.

hang on St Christopher,
-Brenn

Alright, here we is.

Six hours in the chair yesterday, and voila! First, second, third, and fourth. Wow...damn that John Carpenter. Three to four more hours to go on 11/07/05--Kelly will be going under the gun, too.

Aside from a sore arm, things have been going amazing. Nothing but.

Attending the Minnesota RollerGirls bout tomorrow, of course. Teh poker night on Saturday, then we're spending a bit with the FFL'en mother on Sunday. I guess Kelly wants to cut that adorable mop. I've no idea why.

weekend weekend weekend, I made you out of clay,
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus

blip

More to come.

Build me a room to pace in.

Some of the hours are especially trying--but the investment pays for itself. Let's hope I end up liquid. I can keep in the footholds through the afternoon, but how many toes, and how deep into the evening?

Kelly landed a full-time sales job at Radio Shack on her very first day scared and cocooned by the downtown Minneapolis skyscrapers, and the labyrinth of the skyway system. This, atop her having tooled around most of the day [I don't think I could have pulled that off]. Now MacKinney and I can get discounts on mercury switches!

If I am not too exhausted or delirious on Wednesday evening, we'll be uploading the camshots from the 6-7 hour tattoo adventure in Monticello. Similarly depending, I may be at The Wastrels instead, performing at 21:00, The Turf Club in St Paul. Either way, I ask you to go.

the whistle blows and the widgets call,
-Brenn

Sandbagged.

Back to the good ol' 8:00-4:30 shift at the T. My damned eyes are welded shut. I guess I sang Van Morrison's "Moondance" at Nye's last night. Performed, from what I heard.

Deslated today's vacation day...Kelly is going to be a'apartment and job huntin'. Shark it up, doll.

In poor news: The Musical Box hasn't been selling what it needs to perform at the Fitz. Visit their site--you can't go wrong. Re-enacting Genesis' "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway"--something a good portion of us never got the opportunity to see in 1975. Pay your respects!

ExCom tonight!
-Brenn

With whistling report!

Oh sure, Kelly and I tore up The Wastrel's practice space the last couple of nights. Some pictures of Nate in hiding, Corey's drum kit after having knocked half of it down, and Corey being creative after having destroyed all of his sticks. Back to 050930, a couple of choppy shots from the last Rollergirls bout. Hit up their site, though, and there are pages of the 09/30/05 bout--just look. How could you imagine missing next Friday's matchups?

Time to shave and shower...then some single malt scotches at The Liffey. BANGERS AND MASH!

sling him in the long boat 'til he's sober,
-Brenn

Dry-cleaned sock.

It's been something else since I picked this dame up from the aeropuerto. Sure, she was too petered out to sit and drown in our usual Wednesday night subversive fires at the Liberty Center, but otherwise, we've been taking St Paul (and sleep) by storm! Otherwise, it is afternoon for us. May rock the practice space if things get slow later tonight (not always a negative), but otherwise we'll be swilling with Nate, Dan, Corey, and Ryan (give or take a couple) tomorrow. Ideas for Saturday?

Gawd damn, we can't find Firefly at any retail, anywhere.

In attendance? LPMN ExCom Monday, tattoo drinks Wednesday, RollerGirls Friday.

in it,
-Brenn

On the mighty sled, grinning down the hill.

Sitting on a kicked-back night, tuck-and-roll into tomorrow when I pick up Kelly at the MSP. Local vacation, I dub! Posts, be sparse. Cue the heavy, dark overture.

*clip* WASHINGTON (AP) - President Bush, stirring debate on the worrisome possibility of a bird flu pandemic, suggested dispatching American troops to enforce quarantines in any areas with outbreaks of the killer virus.

Bush asserted aggressive action could be needed to prevent a potentially crippling U.S. outbreak of a bird flu strain that is sweeping through Asian poultry and causing experts to fear it could become the next deadly pandemic. Citing concern that state and local authorities might be unable to contain and deal with such an outbreak, Bush asked Congress to give him the authority to call in the military. *unclip*

Ready to die in a concentration [FEMA] camp? MacKinney and I have been stomping about this for some time--MacKinney, longerso. At least I have an excellent couple of weeks planned. Then I suppose I should start stocking up on ammo and put together some 'contingency' plans.

*puts on helmet and points in the distance*
-Brenn

*clink clink, pour*

That's right, two cubes.

Friday night's roller derby was a tremendous time. I think I have to say that I am a Garda Belts fan, but too early to tell. Non-stop action and non-stop beer! Surreal, even, and a surrealism I could get used to. Not a single exception to not being there on October 14th. Come and see what will be my new tattoo! I think Nik and I may just get rink-side season tickets.

Just winding down from poker night, in the moment. And I've to engage the laundry tomorrow. I hate doing the laundry. It's nerve wracking.

see, it stalks away!
-Brenn