Turf Tongues Tussle Over Trophy
A beautiful argument between bar patrons was overheard last night at the Fort Snelling Club. Three young gentleman agitators dismissed themselves from the premises after they got heated with each other and started smashing glasses on the floor to protest one another’s remarks (a punctuation technique that doesn’t get used enough in my opinion). Surprisingly, most of the regulars paid them little attention. I got the feeling that this was a common occurrence, almost a nightly ritual for these three. Like you would expect someone to say, “wup, there go the boys again. Jimmy, you’d better get that broom out from behind the bar.”

The three of them were locked into a lower order word match when I walked outside. It went something like this:

Boy 1: “Dude! You are so Fucking Dumb! I can’t believe how dumb you are! You go to a fucking two-year school and get some shitty degree, and fuck – now you just sit at home like a motherfucking pussy!”

Boy 2: “Yeah? Well at least I’m not home ALL day changing fucking diapers – cause that’s ALL you do – change god damn diapers! All. Day. Long.”

My favorite bit was just the way the one kid bellowed, “You are so fucking dumb!”. There was so much authority and passion in his voice. You could tell the kid probably wanted to say so much more to his two-year college graduatin’ friend but in his present condition of inebriation could only wrangle out that short stark stab of shame inflicting prose. It’s really too bad he mucked up the ending of his declaration with the whole “mother fucking pussy” part. I really felt that was cliche. It didn’t add anything to the power of his previous statement and seriously detracted from the overall tone and immediateness of his argument.

Anyhoo, I won’t dwell on that. Spring is here, the sun is popping and the bike is out of the garage and getting peddled all over the town. I’m currently obsessing over these carbon ADA wheels. I do have a birthday coming up. Anyone?

Also, The Hotel Fox in Copenhagen, Denmark. A beautifully restored hotel where each room is designed by a different artist. Apparently, the concept is a marketing tie-in with the new Volkswagen Fox.

And…how about a kick ass RJD2 video, or perhaps some Hinduism made easy (via Drawn)? If I owned a bar, it would have some of these trophy lamps. And in that bar I would make my patrons where these beer can bracelets so I could tell what they were drinking without having to shout over the loud music. Just hold up the bracelet people.