Good Times...

I don't know about everyone else (I don't even know who everyone else is in this situation, due to the fact I have told no one really about this blog...) but for me, this movie is one of my all time favorites. Whenever there was a dull moment in the conversation growing up, or I was somewhat drunk, lines from this film just made me fall on the floor laughing (OK...maybe just trip and fall....but still).

So, this is my favorite scene (that and all the swallow banter)...one of them at least...I just think it is so genius the way it is written and executed, especially all the Lady of the Lake stuff...I can picture it in my head perfectly going through the entire scene...

Enjoy

ARTHUR:
Old woman!
DENNIS:
Man!
ARTHUR:
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
DENNIS:
I'm thirty-seven.
ARTHUR:
I-- what?
DENNIS:
I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
ARTHUR:
Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
DENNIS:
Well, you could say 'Dennis'.
ARTHUR:
Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'.
DENNIS:
Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR:
I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked--
DENNIS:
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR:
Well, I am King!
DENNIS:
Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
WOMAN:
Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?

ARTHUR:
How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
WOMAN:
King of the who?
ARTHUR:
The Britons.
WOMAN:
Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR:
Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
WOMAN:
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS:
You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
WOMAN:
Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
DENNIS:
That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
ARTHUR:
Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN:
No one lives there.
ARTHUR:
Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:
We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR:
What?
DENNIS:
I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...
ARTHUR:
Yes.
DENNIS:
...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR:
Yes, I see.
DENNIS:
...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
ARTHUR:
Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN:
Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR:
I am your king!
WOMAN:
Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR:
You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN:
Well, how did you become King, then?
ARTHUR:
The Lady of the Lake,...
[angels sing]
...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your king!
DENNIS:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
ARTHUR:
Shut up, will you? Shut up!

DENNIS:
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR:
Bloody peasant!
DENNIS:
Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

BURNING WO-MAN

Woman
Woe man
Whoa man
She was a thief
You gotta believe
She stole my heart and my cat
Betty
Judy
Josie and those hot Pussycats
They make me horny
Saturday morny
Girls of cartoons
Won't leave me in ruins
I want to be Betty's Barney
Hey, Jane, get me off
This crazy thing...
... called love



Sooooo, for the past few months I have been toying with the idea of a vacation. It has been about two years since I went on one (excluding trips to Tahoe, Las Vegas, LA, the Cedars, New York, and other baby weekend vacations...those don't count), and I am feeling like a week long vacation is in order. Jake and I thought about Hawaii...Guatemala, and Argentina (still in the works for next year I think), but Burning Man somehow won the prize. So yeah...this will be my first time...

I feel a sense of hypocrisy going to this event for various reasons...

1) I made fun of people who went to this festival, and continue to do so....and will more than likely make fun of myself whilst there...
2) I always thought it was for old hippie friends of my dad...which led me to do #1 repeatedly.
3) The scene there, or what I had heard of it...didn't really seem like my style of fun...granted, I like to do various things that go on there, I just felt like it was a forced and superficial atmosphere....
4) I like to camp near a source of water (this one isn't hypocritical though...just logical I guess)...is that so wrong?!

there are more reasons but ultimately it all leads back to reason #1...

So, I knocked it before I tried it...so now I'm trying it...and hopefully since I knocked it down so long ago, I will be able to enjoy it objectively without all those preconceived notions....that and Jake's pictures of it are pretty great, and his stories did intrigue me.

Anyhow...guess there is lots to do before hand. Figure out supplies (water, food, etc), become a major artist in the course of two months....get some weird outfits together (I'm opposed to this one...as it seems a little forced...) I don't know...but first I have to buy my ticket to make it official. It's freakin expensive, too bad they don't do it on Ocean Beach anymore....sad.

On that note:
Harriet, Harriet
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis
Beautiful, bemuséd
Bellicose butcher
Untrusting
Unknowing
Unlovéd

.....fade to black :)

zeitgeist

zeit·geist Pronunciation: 'tsIt-"gIst, 'zIt Function: noun Etymology: German, from Zeit (time) + Geist (spirit) Date: 1884 Meaning: the general intellectual, moral, and cultural climate of an era.

E"bowl"a Virus

So Alex, Dan and I joined a bowling league at the Presidio Bowling Club with two other people we did not know previously to this. I have never really bowled much in my life, maybe 4 times, tops, but I have always been a fan and thought it would be something fun to get into. Everytime that I went, I loved it.

On our first official game as a team, I bowled really well, the second time, eh, not so much; but I am hoping I fall somewhere inbetween today, and have a little more consistency. My goal for the season is to bowl a 200 (super lofty...but hey, here's to trying *clink imaginary beers together*). I just think it would be super cool to be one of those kick ass bowlers that hits a strike every time and turns around with a face that communicates to other bowlers "ain't no thang..."

My nickname while bowling is "Bernie." I love my middle name, Bernice, but Dan thinks it's funny to call me Bernie...and so do I :) Won't be telling my Gramma that any time soon though (it's her real name...or maybe I will and she will be flattered.)

Anyhow, bowling kicks ass, and I'm stoked to finally get some real practice.

B2B, Memorial Day and beyond

The last couple of weeks have been sorta out of control for me. Last weekend Vince came down and insisted that we all binge drink like him (jeez he's a lush haha)! We went out Friday night to Savoy Tivoli and then to the SF Brewery down on Columbus....their clever advertising made us think that pints were only $1 (apparently the fine print said only 1/2 pints were $1...which is still not too shabby).

Saturday was Jake, Jenny and Dru's birthday extravaganza in the park as well as Erin's Bon Voyage party...it was a packed day of day drinking and friends, and I went to bed somewhat early that night...mainly to prepare for Bay to Breakers the next day....a day fated as one of the most belligerent days of the year for most SF residents....

It was fun...I lost everyone in the first five minutes and did the majority of the race (we stopped at spreckles) with Jake and his friend Will. I suffered a chipped tooth and a minor cut on my lip due to a sloppy girl running into my bottle mid-sip (in hindsight, I think it was probably a mutual mistake...but I'd like to place the blame on the unknown in this situation). Jake suffered, and is still suffering from a hurt ankle ('hurt' because it is not determined yet what exactly went on inside...but needless to say, he knows that it hurts and doctors can't do too much for a broken/sprained foot, so whatever...). Apparently doing David Lee Roth kicks off the tiny bridge near the De Young is not the best idea while slightly inebriated...

We had to walk a good two miles on it too, which probably did nothing positive...

The week was great, went to a couple fun restaurants, a giants game, and did other stuff I can't remember...it was a busy week regardless if I can recall what I did or not though :)

That leads to this weekend, Memorial Day weekend...normally I go out of town this weekend, Grass Valley or elsewhere...but this year I decided to stay in town and not do much (kinda take 'er easy....or so I thought). Friday I went to Alex and Dan's for some Vino and comida...which was a lot of fun. They were going to see a midnight showing of Trolls 2 (total blockbuster)...I skipped out of that, and skipped into Amber and Lucky 13 with Jake and Will once again...Saturday Nicole, Jake and I went to Dallas and Vida's Party...IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!! They had a margarita machine, mariachis and other entertainment...it was a great night, and to finish it off Nicole and I took Jake and one of his pals out dancing at Vertigo...again, a very fun, standard night of dancing at Vertigo...I was subsequently soooo tired when I got up the next morning (felt like a big rig had t-boned me). Sunday afternoon got some sushi with Jake, Nicole and Mosh and went to a cheese store...then I thought it would be fun to check out a band down in Portrero with Nate, D&A, Jake and some of Jake's friends. The show was super fun, but clearly, we weren't finished with the night because we went to Mighty, and then a house party returning in the wee hours of the morning...Nate's genius idea took us to Cala Foods where we purchased some standard junk food and passed out right after.

Monday...wow...I'm exhausted from just reading this....we went to Carrie and Jeff's to lay out by the pool and play with their new puppies...we made a pit stop to Target where I got some new clothes...super cool...and then headed home....I passed out pretty soon thereafter. Either way, it was a fun weekend, but super exhausting...I mean, I'm still tired...

Tonight I'm gonna go back down to Palo Alto to play softball...even though I feel as though my arms are gonna fall off...it should be fun :)

Townhall :)

Went to Townhall last night for some amazing food :) a pal of mine is a chef there, and is leaving, which is why we chose to go there.

I got the stuffed pork, and Jake got the fried Chicke-Chickon....we got the tuna tartare for an appetizer and it came with fried green tomatoes (I had never had, and always thought it was just a name of a movie....wow, super good).

It was also to celebrate jake turning dirty (30)...but since it wasn't his real birthday, it's today, and he had to pack for Las Vegas this weekend, it wasn't super crazy, which can be a good thing sometimes (wow, I just sounded semi-lame).

On a lighter note, Nicole and I went to Orale Orale for lunch at 11am today and got a couple margaritas...AYAYAYAY...que idea, no? jaja...but all in all it was a nice treat....got me all excited to go home and nap...then go out...

mmmmm que me pongo esta noche?!!! no se....crap

New Year's April 28, 2007

Many times, when the new year starts people make a bunch of asinine resolutions, only to find out that two weeks later they are back to not going to the gym, eating junk food, or one of the other many generic and lame things people resolve not to do. Thankfully, I do not subscribe to that horrible tradition and continue with my wanton behavior year round for the most part. However, now that I went to a new year's party in the middle of the year, I feel more inclined and open to the idea of making a resolution (there is no pressure like that felt on new year's, and since we are already in the 5th month of this year, that's means only 7 months to do this instead of the gruesome twelve). So...as of now, even though it is just a little post-party reflection...I would like to resolve not to eat the bullshit people bring into my office...doughnuts, chocolate, cake, etc...i just have no self control and I binge on it...it's not pretty and my stomach is constantly mad at me.

Anyhow, back to the party, it was a sexy good time.
There were two ball dropping count-downs...champagne and fruit, delicious entrees, beautiful out-fits...shnazzy decorations...quarters, and eventually drunk karaoke...haha

Gracias a dios que no cante, but I'm sure one of these days I will :) I still have some "mike anxiety" after my poor performances in Argentina and Cyprus...why is it when I'm in another country and really tanked I always get forced to karaoke...WHY?

The weather was so nice down in LA, Jake and I laid out by the pool a couple times and I got a little color on my pasty white skin (I think Jake looked the same though...hmph). Either way, I think there should be more mid-year New Year's festivities. Maybe we should call them Half Year New Years...I don't know, that wasn't all that creative...maybe something else.

In this photo...you can see that the pop rocks were flowing just a quickly as the champagne....spread it on!!!

Back at work now, barf poo stink.