-  alright.  so i have been a slack ass and haven’t written since last wedNESday.  i hate that day of the week not being pronounced correctly.  its like nobody ever even acknowledges the D and the second E.  that is how it starts.  you ignore a D and an E.  then people in delaware don’t get their mail.  its a slippery slope, i tell ya.

-  so last week started the new season of indoor volleyball.  insanity is what volleyball should be subtitled as.  27 teams.  15 in recreational and 12 in competitive.  nuts.  that means that this guy is there from six to eleven every wednesday night.  THAT my dear friends, licks taint.  i go and work a nine hour day  doing the desk jockey thing and then go to the gym for another five hours.  that is a fourteen hour work day.  i haven’t done that kind of shit since i worked the holiday season at structure in the monroeville mall.

 but there are a ton of new faces.  and i gotta tell ya, some of them ain’t too bad on the eyes.

i am back with “keep it up” this season, but only as a substitute.  with the way the whole shoulder thing is shaking out, i feel better not having the pressure of playing every week on me.  i am just going to take it easy on the court and keep playing with my rubber band at home.  with any luck, the shoulders will come back stronger than ever.

-  what a show friday night!  will hoge entered my top five of live show moments that i have witnessed last time i saw him and he sang “lover tonight” acapella from atop the sound board.

by the way, rounding out the top five (in no particular order) are chad smith of the chili peppers playing a drum solo for five to ten minutes and whaling on the pedal while standing the whole time, a stone gossard guitar solo during black last time i saw pearl jam in charlotte, the drummer from seven mary three laughing to himself when he saw me probably a little too into a slow rendition of lucky at amos’, and bruce springsteen calling out the audience for a lack of energy in hour three of his performance a couple of years back at UNC while he was still sprinting across the stage and sliding on his knees.

back to will.  if you don’t have it, you need to go out and get yourself “the man who killed love.”  and then you need to go to willhoge.com and find out when he is playing nearest you.  the CD is good, but the man has such showmanship and general stage presence, that you have to witness it first hand.  like we did…

after a rough start to my friday (which included an hour and fifteen minute, twelve mile, drive to work.  people, its rain.  “OH MY GOD, THERE IS THIS MYSTERIOUS LIQUID FALLING FROM THE SKY!”  toolbelt.) i tied a little bit of one on for the show.  blowing off steam as it were.  probably not a good idea considering that saturday night was…

-  CarnEvil!  yes, after much hassle with permits and such on the new found NoDa location, the party revellers returned to the hawthore rd. site that its been held at.  and a hell of a show it was.

a thank you going out to ms. patricia for her wonderful hospitality, yet again, for pregame to the event.

it got a thumbs up from rome the soul man…

after that, rome, gabe, and i hoofed it the few blocks over to scene.  you can see that hollace was sporting roughly five inch heels which weren’t conducive to long walks.

the party was all outside this year and mainly housed in tents.  the back loading docks served as stages for various bands, strip teases and the like.  the main tent out front house the dance floor and lounge type areas.  off of that was a beverage tent, and next to that was the S&M tent.  i chose not to venture into that one.  i prefer my abuse privately.

you can pretty much get away with anything there as far as a costume without any hassle.  hence the reason i thought jesus would be okay.  i even found another jesus.  hell, two guys walked around in banana hammocks in the 40 degree weather as cupids or something.  i tried not to look.  the sack that it takes to sport something like that in public.

is that the halloween party trifecta?  having your picture taken with another jesus, jean luc picard, and chewbacca?  look into it.

yes, they were showing forty foot black and white porn on the wall outside that included this odd scene with two women and an electric beater.  guh.

and a special thanks goes out to rome for letting me kife some of his pics.

it was a great night all in all.  a little vino.  some dancing.  a lot of laughing.  and good friends.

-  i will take charlie batch any day of the week right now and twice on sunday.  dear cowher, please do NOT let big ben start again this week.  it is obvious that he is afraid to take a shot.  he very well could have ran that last ball in instead of flipping that bullshit incomplete pass.  so the steelers lose to the raiders and tie them with shitty records at 2-5.  disgusting.

not to be outdone, the panthers absolutely shit the bed in the second half against the cowboys last night.  i got to witness this debacle live.  and minus the drunken sasquatch that felt the need to stand for pretty much the whole game, forcing our entire section to stand for pretty much the whole game, the seats and view were awesome.  i love how they rotate the cheerleaders around the field at every quarter so that you get to see them all.  the highlight of the game was a toss up between the sax player doing the national anthem and the mascot football game at halftime.  i love watch mascots pommel each other.

so 5-9 this week for football pool and another win in the formerly flour fantasy football league.  weeee!

-  friday night is another opportunity for you to make it up to NoDa (and DOLCE VITA!) for a gallery crawl.  i am not sure how many more of them will occur with the weather.  AND saturday night is rockabilly night at dolce vita.  jem crosland and the hypertonics are playing and it is sure to be a good time.  tell ‘em theYerg sent ya!

-  so i am suffering from a sort of temporal distortion.  that is what i am calling it anyway since it sounds all scientific and is probably an accurate term.  the turning of the clocks back. is messing with my head.  to make matters worse, the power and cable went out in la casa delYerg on friday for no apparent reason.  this left my house in time limbo with all the different readings on electronics.  its 1:05 right now and my stove says its quarter of five.  its all too confusing for me.  when i woke up this morning, the sun was peering through the shades.  it was dark last week when the alarm went off.  so in my mind, i am probably about an hour late for work when my peepers open.  i had this overwhelming feeling that i was going to walk into work and everyone was going to be pissed because i was two hours late or something when i was actually on time.  of course, then when i got out of work this evening, it was dark.  i no a like a dat!  makes me wish i could crawl into bed as soon as i cross the threshold of the house.  that is poo tinky.

i guess i just need time to adjust.

piece out.