Kelly Joyner’s Final Days

Hey. I was gonna make this video tonight and call it my salad tossing video, but you got lucky ‘cuz I can’t find my PSP and it has my memory card in it.

Instead I posted some pictures from when I first lived in San Jo.

You think you’re old school? Truly old school? You think we go way back?

How many of these people do you know?

I saw a sign near the bathroom at Jimmy John’s today that said:

Please Don’t Put Cigarette Butts in the Urinals
It makes them soggy and hard to light.

Hey, added a few pics from my Labor Day party to my photostream.

I’ve been playing around with Visual Studio Team Edition for Developers. I’ve been trying to draw my PlanetKiller program.

I’ve got this so far, but it’s just kind of fooling around:

I just added the ten least crappy pictures I got from Blues on the Green, although the really only pretty one is of Zara, and I cut her hair off.

I’ve decided to try using Flickr to post my photos, so that random people can see them and anybody with a yahoo account can leave comments.

You can find pictures of Batfest 2006 there.

Party update: BRING YOUR OWN BOTTLE. BRING ANYTHING YOU WANT OR CAN. I WILL EAT ALL OF IT, MYSELF. PERSONALLY. JUST ME. ALL OF IT. If enough people want to pitch in on a keg, maybe. I got the tap and tub. I’m making the chili out of ground bison as well. I got almost everything on the list, and a couple things that weren’t. A lot of people are showing up. Itsa be fun.

I had a vision this morning.

It was of a party on Labor day that would start at maybe noon and last until the beer was gone, late, late in the night.

It was a party with a heapin’ helpin’ of D.L. Jardine’s chili, one batch with medium ground round, and another with whatever kind of turkey the butcher says goes best in chili.

It was a party with several pounds of ground bison for burgers, mixed with a little Stubb’s barbeque sauce and charbroiled over mesquite chunks.

It was a party with four packages of various sausages, one with cheese and jalapeños, one maybe chicken and pesto, maybe one of those ones with nuts in, and something else so good I’m not even equipped to think of it right now.

It was a party with two pounds of huge-ass quarter-pound jumbo beef franks, and four packages of fresh-baked hot dog buns.

It was a party with fresh potato salad and ranch style beans, and a whole big casserole dish of fresh macaroni and cheese, and a huge bag of potato chips from some place that makes ‘em fresh.

It was a party with a big bowl of lettuce, and another with fresh spinach leaves, and chopped onions, and grated carrot, and little cherry tomatoes, and olives stuffed with garlic. It was a party with any kind of dressing you wanted, as long as it was Ranch.

Fresh is key. Fresh.

It was a party with chests full of ice and beer, Sam Smith and Fuller’s and Unibroue beers. People that came to the party brought beers, good beers,  or maybe wine, and we put them all in the ice-chests as well.

It was a party with music and probably football and other visual entertainments to be determined.

Upon my return to reality, I realized that I know how to make this party happen. I know where to get all of these things, and the very best of them. I know the coolest motherfuckers in the world with which to people this party.

It happens on Labor Day, 2006. Where were you at that day?