One Night with the Pea

*** insert obscene comments here.























*** seriously. this was parked out front when they got home.






















***i would like to formally state the the pea loves frilly little v.s. panties with matching bras and the occassional garter belt/stockings combo. mp, however, gets the random hard-on for granny panties.




















the pea and i are trying to get her into therapy for this terrible lapse in otherwise impeccable taste.

The Shallow End of the Gene Pool

i'm not sure if jonathan roy is truly a douche in his own right or if it's just daddy's influence. on one hand, he attacks a guy not doing anything to defend himself; on the other hand, look at the other red jerseys (coached by daddy) breaking the code and hitting guys while they're on the ice. perhaps, in a true nod to the Roy family's genes, the remparts le quebec massengills.

B____ Boy

i was scrolling through a blog devoted to obscure superheroes, and i stumbled across "blockade boy." once again, i was reminded of the true nature of comics....

muscular, attractive men in tights...
taking "boys" as their proteges-- in tights, of course...
then going to secret locations where there were other muscular men in tights...
with some vaguely plausible excuse for their actions.

this pane from "blockade boy"





























































says a lot more when it doesn't "say" anything.




at least there was a brief prison reference to set the mood.

I'll Cho You

we took the pea to see margaret cho at the orpheum last night. mp says it was the best routine's ever-- from anne coulter as cunta kinte to her tales of the vagina.

me, i was still thinking about the moment when mp and the pea sat down.... a woman in the group behind them took off her sweater, leaving her in a tank (no bra); the extra-gay man behind mp said, "nice tits, loraine." mp's head jerked around like a voodoo doll in the hands of an angry ex. a different woman in the group said (completely serious), "oh, is your name loraine, too?" and the pea just sighed and replied, "no... no... she just heard "nice tits."

yep. that's my girl.

Mono-Log

month two: when mp says "ich bin ein berliner," she actually means it.

Always Trying To Keep a Cookie Monster Down

Hey, Eye Contact!

the pea says they're never going to speak, so mp needs to start making eye contact with something higher. mp says she's just trying to figure out how the pea stands upright.

This is Passion

sid is great, but ove brings something that cannot be learned-- yet can be transfered to 17,000 strangers with a hockey smile and a fist pump.

Cleopuptra: International Dog of Mystery

it looks like mp is taking her chickapea to my person's favorite place on earth!
she damn well better take me, or i'll crap in all of her shoes.

i swear to god, i'll do it.

"Huh, what? Oh, yes, I'll have the coffee cake."

MP: sorry i fell asleep on you last night.

CHICKAPEA: actually, it was so cute! you kept waking up and blowing me kisses, and caressing me... then fall asleep....

MP: that was cute?

CHICKAPEA: it really was. then you'd fall asleep and wake up and kiss me... it was like you really wanted to be with me-- you just couldn't stay awake. it was charming.

MP: huh. so, basically, i slipped into a mono-induced coma, came out long enough to paw you, and then passed out again. what was charming about that?

CHICKAPEA: well, at least i was still willing to sleep with you before your version.

Get a Room!

mp took the chickapea to see the hotel cafe tour at the anaheim house of blues last night. it was a sweet show, and i strongly suggest that anyone who loves live music catches it.



last night was highlighted by the always charismatic ingrid michaelson. mp is biased, because she is well-know for loving her some ingrid, but i truly don't get why i.m. is not a household name. (these first two clips were from the 3/6 show, and last night was much stronger.)



as her closer, i.m. busted out some "fresh" material:



get a room on the hotel cafe tour. mp and her chickapea will be rockin' out when the tour stops at the fonda next month.

Make Mischief!

the pea wants to go on vacation with mp in two weeks.
maybe we'll take her to our favorite place.

in the meantime, mp is so stoked that where the wild things are is being released as a movie in 2009, that she keeps jumping out at me from around corners and the top of our bed.



i don't know how i became the adult in this relationship.

Alegria

it's time, it's time!
mp is back to abut 75%.
let the carousing begin!

Dear Boston Bruins...

it's 5:45pm, 8:45 where you are. the second period has just ended, and i can barely watch as the capitols work you over like the new inmate in gen-pop.
8-2.
i want to reach out to the screen, take your hand and lead you to the shower so you can scrub the shame away... but all i can do is offer a little something to make the third period a little easier.


* final score: 10-2

i hope ovechkin gave thomas a kiss before he hit the shower

Groawer, Ducks, Groawer

“Watching our team come together is like watching a bear wake up at the zoo. He shakes his arms out and he shakes his legs out, and it’s a process. But when he’s awake, he’s a bear.” -- Anaheim GM Brian Burke


now, if i can just get mp out of the cave.
eh, i think the pea kind of likes being homo-handled....

after she photoshopped this pic, she did something extraordinary with a shot of the pea's boobs.