Archive for October, 2007

Karaoke

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

They're dark and a bit hard to see, but the sound is unmistakable. Here are a few of the karaoke songs performed on Saturday:

Here is the direct link.

Oh, and Happy Halloween!

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Halloween 2007 Recap Part 2

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

This is an image-heavy post, so I hid that part behind the "more" link.

Last year, I did a little "by the numbers" thing for the party that worked pretty well, so I'm going to plagiarize myself and do it again!

Number of attendees: 56
Bloggers/friends & family of bloggers: 11
Lawyers/professionals/respectable people: 8
Comic book/computer/movie/tv/other geeks and friends & family: 30
My friends from high school or earlier: 4
Other miscellaneous random people: 6

Partygoers who showed up early to help set up: 4 (thanks Rick, Dave, James, and Gene!)
Average temperature while we decorated: 145 degrees
Gallons of sweat during set up: 72
Showers I took on the day of the party: 3

Farthest distance someone traveled for the party: 3,043 miles
Smallest distance someone traveled for the party: .5 miles
Largest distance my penis moved during the party: 6.75 inches

Time of first arrival: 7:55 PM
Time of last departure: 10:45 AM
Time of last departure from someone who didn't stay the night: 3:15 AM
Number of overnight guests: 3

Nipples shown: 1
Nipples shown to me: 0
Crotch shots or butt shots: 12
Crotch shots or butt shots that were inadvertent: 8

Applications requested for Camp Avitable: 6
Phone calls I made to FBI after the party: 6
Age of consent in Florida: 16

Karaoke songs performed: 43
Karaoke songs performed well: 3
Karaoke rap songs butchered by me: 1

Obscure costumes: 1
Really fucking obscure costumes: 2
Perverted costumes: 3
Racial stereotypes perpetuated: 3
Sexy costumes: 6
Sexy costumes that actually looked good: 6!

Total cost of party: $11,000
Cost of liquor: $1,000
Cost of food: $1,100
Cost of decorations: $1,800
Cost of hookers: $3,500
Cost of blow: $2,500
Cost of donkey for donkey show: $1,100

Falls: 0
Injuries: 0
Deaths: 0
Number of people who will return next year: hopefully 100%!


For the pictures, I originally had this brilliant idea that I'd take photos of everyone and put them in these little pulp horror settings so that it would be different from everyone else's post. I started out with a good head of steam, but after a while, had to resort to stealing Bossy's technique for her photoblogging instead. So, that's why they're so inconsistent. Some of the photos are after the jump, and you can see all 300 of the photos, in an unsorted, jumbled mess, on Flickr.


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Halloween 2007 Recap Part 1

Monday, October 29th, 2007

I had hoped to do this all in one post, but it ain't gonna happen. I'm still waiting on photos from some others at the party so I can try to post as many costume pictures as possible, all at once, so that will hopefully happen tomorrow. I will give you one photo now, though, and that's of my costume:

Camp Avitable

For those of you with bad eyes, I created a camp T-shirt and cap. The T-shirt said "Adam Avitable's Clothing Optional Camp for Girls Aged 14-17", and the slogan said "There's grass on the field, let's play!" The cap said "Camp Avitable: We'll be on our knees, talking about birds and bees". You'd be amazed at the number of job applications I received for potential camp counselors at Camp Avitable throughout the evening.

While I'm going to write up a real recap once I have all the photos so I can do it right, I thought, just to tide everyone over, I'd let Britt do the talking for now:

Here's the direct link if you can't play the video directly.

Lazy Sunday XII

Sunday, October 28th, 2007

1. Who is your partner?
Some call her Amy, but her real name is Princess Maria Elena Amala Cincuenta Quesadilla Francesca Johnson Avitable.

2. How long have you been together?
Three weeks as of next Tuesday.

3. How long did you date?
Well, it wasn't as much dating as it was hanging outside her window with a videocamera.

4. How old is your partner?
Olllllllld.

5. Who eats more?
Have you seen me?

6. Who said “I love you” first?
I think we both shouted it to each other simultaneously across the room at that orgy.

7. Who is taller?
She's only 2' 11".

8. Who sings better?
You mean, us or a pack of wild cats?

9. Who is smarter?
Have you met me?

10. Whose temper is worse?
It's about even until we pull out the guns. She always shoots first, though.

11. Who does the laundry?
The laundry fairy – duh!

12. Who takes out the garbage?
I usually roll out of bed, sit down at my computer, start working, and then, once I hear the sound of the garbage trucks, run around the house like a crazy man, collecting trash bags that I throw down the driveway in a desperate attempt to catch the truck. I inevitably fail, so then I just leave them out there until next trash day.

13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
We sleep widthwise.

14. Who pays the bills?
Due to an unfortunate situation where someone was giving hundreds of dollars a month to animal charities, I do.

15. Who is better with the computer?
I am a computer!

16. Who mows the lawn?
Our lawn guy. I think his name's Mark. Or Matt. Or Don.

17. Who cooks dinner?
The Mexicans in whichever restaurant we are frequenting.

18. Who drives when you are together?
Me. But I usually have to put on a black cap, jacket, and driving gloves, and drive her around as she sits in the back seat and says "You will call me Miss Daisy!"

19. Who pays when you go out?
We dine and ditch.

20. Who is most stubborn?
I'm as stubborn as a reed, and she's as yielding and flexible as a mighty oak.

21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?
Wrong? We're both lawyers. Neither of us is ever wrong.

22. Whose parents do you see the most?
Mine live an hour away but act like it's an overnight stay. Her mother will fly down for a weekend at the drop of the hat. So it's about even.

23. Who kissed who first?
I didn't as much kiss as drool on her head.

24. Who asked who out?
Does kidnapping count?

25. Who proposed?
I did.

26. Who is more sensitive?
Well, I'm a cold-hearted fucker who doesn't care about anyone. And she's a lawyer and an accountant. I don't think sensitive is in our vocabularies.

27. Who has more friends?
Well, I thought I did, but she goes out on days that end with a "y" with a large group of male friends and doesn't usually come home until 4 in the morning, drunk, and calls me "Bobby", so maybe she does.

28. Who has more siblings?
Depends on whether or not you count her mother's animals as her additional brothers and sisters.

29. Who wears the pants in the family?
I just do as I'm told. And I'm told to write that I do.

Prep

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

I'm spending all day today hanging things, arranging props, buying supplies, and getting ready for the big night. I'm not going to be able to set up a live webcam, but I'm hoping someone has a video camera. There will be plenty of still photos, if not.

Be jealous!

Don't you fucking dare

Friday, October 26th, 2007

This video is one of the most horrifying ones I've ever seen.

Me. The king of bad taste and horrifying things.

The man who laughs at dolphin blowjobs and even gets a semi.

The guy who can watch horse anal while eating.

I cannot finish watching this video. In fact, I can only make it through about 20 seconds of it.

Don't watch this. But don't take my word for it. Here are some videos of the reactions of other people watching this video.

If, after that, you're still feeling brave, here you go. Watch the embedded one, or click the link underneath to watch as much of it you can stomach.

But don't fucking say I didn't warn you.

If the player doesn't work, here's a link.

Partay

Thursday, October 25th, 2007

Two more days of prep doesn't seem like enough time! Either that, or I need two of me. Or three of me. Hm – now that could be fun in the bedroom!

Rejected Costume Ideas

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

Rejected Costume Ideas

NaNoWriMo

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

So I'm thinking of doing NaNoWriMo, even though the name is retarded.

For those of you who have no idea what that is, it stands for National Novel Writing Month. It's a challenge to write 50,000 words starting on November 1st, and ending on November 30th.

Writing that much in such a short period of time means that your writing is going to absolutely suck. But just by putting the words to paper and getting them out, you're getting closer to writing something real.

I thought to myself. "Self, even though you work constantly and have very little free time, you should also try to write a 50,000-word novel at the same time!"

Plus blog every day.

And make sales.

And supervise my unruly salesperson.

And run my household with the iron fist like I usually do.

And kill and bury my weekly underage Thai hooker in the backyard.

Anyone else thinking of doing NaNoWriMo?

Have any suggestions for how to blog for that entire month?

'Tis too fucking early

Monday, October 22nd, 2007

Woke up. Went to breakfast. Asked the screaming baby at the table next to us to shut the fuck up. Urge to kill increased. Returned angry looks to parents. Came home.

Watched TV. Put together karaoke machine for Halloween party. Sang "Like a Virgin". Danced a little.

Answered work phone. Talked to client. Explained our product 14 times. Called client retard subtly. Urge to kill increased more. Wrote aggressive email to client in simple English.

Took shower. Accidentally used dog's shampoo. Urge to kill increased more. Used correct shampoo. Smelled like BBW 3-in-1 Cinnamon Bun. Urge to kill faded.

Stepped outside. Started sweating immediately. Urge to kill increased. Drove to Home Depot. Got stuck behind old woman who straddled the lanes. Urge to kill increased more. Parked in spot where trucks overlapped parking lines. Dinged truck door. Urge to kill increased more.

Stepped into Home Depot. Assaulted with cacophony of Christmas melodies, Christmas trees, decorations, and huge Christmas section. Urge to kill increased more. Heard retard woman singing along with Christmas melodies. Urge to kill overwhelmed. Killed everyone. Blew up the world. The End.