A sweet lady passed away much too soon.
I met Lipstick at the Tempe In The Sun meatup and have fond memories of sitting by the pool, talking about this and that, and giggling about Chad. I never did get the full story of why Lipstick’s feet are included in Proof of Life, so I hope someone can fill me in.
I have family near Lipstick’s hometown and can personally vouch for Windber Hospice as good people.
I don’t know what else to say, other than I’m glad to have known her and I’m so sorry she’s left us.
Feel free to update this poat.
Thank you, Scott, for letting us know.
I’m getting fat. Not making/getting time for the gym, barely eating right, not getting enough sleep, and I turn 40 next week. Fatherhood and this whole “driving to work” thing is killing me. The former is worth it, the latter is not. I need motivation this week, and lots of it.
Also sleep. And some steak. And less alcohol. And like a hundred pullups.
I’m up late on Sunday watching Spanish soaps on the Netflix. I just finished showing my wife Monster Squad, which I first saw in 1988. Go watch it right now just for this snippet:
Not only could you not make this movie today, you could never, ever film a scene with a heroic boy with a shotgun taking ownership of his name and refusing to be bullied. This is what we’ve lost, and we are unfathomably poorer for it. It might seem like a little thing, a meaningless bit of drek cinema, but it’s lost to us, maybe forever, and that’s a bad, bad thing.
Fist bump, Horace, you were and always will be my hero. I was 12 and I was fat and you gave me hope. They wouldn’t even call you fat today, bro. You’d be a regular kid nowadays.
Picture time. Getting some sun.
Good day, miscreants. I was just thinking to myself, ‘MJ, you know what this shithole dump needs? Boobs, and lots of them.’ Good thing it’s Friday, my groovy tuckers. You’re in luck.
But first things second. I wrote this song whilst Eddie Vetter and I were taking our pitbulls for a walk through a loverly Seattle park. We saw a pack of wild hippies and our snarling, wild beasts were hungry. I looked at him and said, ‘drop the leash my good man, your pooch looks absolutely famished!.’ And he did. Fin.
Today’s model was a subject of great debate this morning. GND says that this chick isn’t fat, but that she’s a little hippy. I think she’s a big girl, with big girl features. Anyhoo, her god given, not made up name is Carlotta Champagne. She stands 5’6″ and graduated from the same college as GND. No shit, I’m not kidding. Please stop sacrificing virgins at your Scott Walker altar long enough to welcome….a fat chick.