I'm off to see Metallic: Some Kind of Monster tonight.

Can't wait for that glorious train wreck feeling. Plus, it's fun to be the resident headshrinker the buds want to see it with. Much discussion will ensue, I'm sure.

More than that? I want THAT dude's practice. The band's coach made $40,000 a month for years. And he wasn't even trained! Please GOD, somebody throw me that kind of bone. (Only of course, if it's a gig where I can actually do good. Integrity can be a pesky impediment to non-filthy-lucre.)

The band's coach made $40,000 a month for years. And he wasn't even trained!

The filmmakers themselves noted, though, that without him the band absolutely would have broken up. So a worthwhile investment for them, based on future earnings.

Absolutely. Help can come in many forms. It was obviously a meant-to-be kinda thing. I'm looking forward to seeing how it unfolded.

AND, praying for a similar opportunity.

As it is, I'm thinking about adding groups to my practice. Loads-o-requests for them. So. Must respond. I'm a bit worried though, because I'm big with the psycho-education. Groups mean much less interaction, I'm thinking.

best food after a night on the piss: a yiros dripping with garlic sauce

Unnnghmmmmm t /Homer

All this sliding and greasing and garlicking is giving me the quease. Seriously.

eta: The only solution for the few hangovers I've had has been to skip all the cures and food remedies and head straight for the puking. Works every time, whether I want it to or not.

The neighborhood I live in is triangulated by White Castles. There's one on the southern edge, one on the southwestern edge, and one on the north edge. I'm never more than 5 minutes away from a sack full of belly bombs.

Except I loathe them with the firey intensity of 1,000 suns.

It sounded like the least appetizing thing possible even when sober, but he swore by it.

In Salt Lake, there was a restaurant called Bill & Nada's, which was a landmark. It was open 24 hrs, had groovy pinball machines, old 1950's jukeboxes (with the original music!), and served brains & eggs, which is exactly what it sounds like. Nada died decades ago, and Bill still lived in his house across the street from the cafe until about 2 years ago, when he passed away. He made his family and the employees promise that, when he died, they'd close, so, they did.

In an aside, I once saw Roseanne Arnold, or Barr, or whatever, in there. She was a bitch.

a yiros dripping with garlic sauce

Do you mean a gyro?

Okay, are people purposely having Natter's gyro discussion here? It's weirding me out.

The only solution for the few hangovers I've had has been to skip all the cures and food remedies and head straight for the puking. Works every time, whether I want it to or not.

I've been fortunate. Though I rarely drink to excess, the times that I could reasonably have expected a hangover have avoided it by either falling asleep in the shower or waking up still drunk the next day.

I seriously think that White Castle increases your hangover by 50%.

I feel the same about McDonalds.

There used to be a Taco Bell on State St. in Madison. Drunken students would come in, scarf down a taco (only 59 cents!), step outside and vomit it up, and come back in for another one.