Code Monkey Happy Ninja Banana Surprise!

I’ve got one team left to positively cheer on now… my old time fave, Da Boys, are definitely on a roll. Now let’s just if they go far enough to get to the Super Bowl and take revenge against the Patriots for a previous loss.

Maybe? We’ll see. I’ll still cheer on Da Bears, but it’s a near-hopeless endeavor.

On another note, more sobering, and definitely something to ponder, a new strain of Ebola has been discovered. Neato! Yeah no, not neat at all. It’s number 5 or 6, meaning there’s an incurable threat to human life that’s been tweaking itself for awhile trying to find the right combo that will increase its numbers exponentially. Scary.

I love Facebook. Let me rephrase that, I tolerate Facebook much more easily than I ever did Myspace. But, as all things American go, sooner or later the god Money will come along, change a man’s soul, and begin to destroy that which was once beautiful and pure. Like this.

Gorillaz, a long time fave band of mine, came out w/ new music last week. Rock on. Or, as in this case, Rockit.

Take a listen here.

And for a more dance-y tune, listen here

It’s freakin’ cold. Wah.

 This past weekend I ran (not in the Middle East… budumpchunk) into a friend hadn’t seen in awhile and being the good bartender that she is, told me to get my butt over to Bar on Buena for once in my life. A beer would be waiting. And good music. And funny conversation.

And so I did. And had forgotten that yes, indeed, BoB is a good place to find some space on a cold Sunday in November. And literally three blocks from where I live! O.M.G! No really, the blocks matter – especially come January or February when the City Sludge™ makes its return to the streets and sidewalks of Chicago and then I remember my idea of grafting penguin feet or heck, better yet, some big ass polar bear paws onto the ends of my legs, which had just recently been amputated, due to the feet being frozen, useless, and having no feeling whatsoever. I wonder if the Inuit people have a saying such as “cold feet, warm heart?” And what is that saying anyway? Some pithy gloss over to make someone feel better? I personally believe it’s a polite way of saying “honey, move yo damn feet back over to your side of the bed, and if you didn’t love me the way you loved me, I’d a chopped them off long ago”.

OH YEAH! The Bar on Buena. It’s nice. Could be a fourth home, because you know, I need more places to sit and talk and drink. HA!

Now to get me those polar bear paws….