Happy New Year!

Last year we had this brilliant idea: Run a New Year’s post for every hour affecting a Stinque reader. Three or four posts in, it had become an utter mess. So this year you get one for Australia (bar’s open!), and another for the East Coast. We Left Coasters are used to having reality tape-delayed. We can deal with it.

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I’ll hit cleanup from Maui. Big waves predicted for the North Shore when Stinque commandos take a certain fat fuck from his hospital bed on Oahu and throw him into the sea.

@Dodgerblue: Is it soup yet?

So, are you people drunk yet or what? Catch up, Motherfuckers!

@Tommmcatt is hunkered down in the trenches: I’m working on it. Just cracked open a Blue Moon to toast to the (wishful) demise of the earlier referenced fat fuck. However, I am ashamed to say I’m starting at 2:30 EST — way too late. Honestly, though, I plan on staying relatively sober later in the evening in order to get Mr. Cub home safely after he inevitably has more than enough.

@Dodgerblue: Remember, the corpse floats only if it is dead before submerging. Poke holes in it if you’re not sure whether the bloating was post-mortem or not.

@Dodgerblue: Hehehehe. Seriously, have you met up with you know who?

@Tommmcatt is hunkered down in the trenches: I’m going to a thing with an open bar which doesn’t start for a few hours, but when it does…

@mellbell: Cracking open an Australian unoaked chardonnay. Did you survive Xmas? Recap in the sandbox?

I taste-tested the mojitos about an hour ago. Oddly, the blend is not quite right, so I may be blotto by the time our guests arrive….

@SanFranLefty: Oh, right. How were the Christmas Bells, mellbell?

@Tommmcatt is hunkered down in the trenches: There’s been a change in the weather/A change in the sea/da da da dum/There’ll be a change in me . . .

The Kona winds are blowing. This can only mean one thing: more rum!

@rptrcub:

Cubbie,

May I just say it’s been a sincere pleasure getting to know you–and all you Stinquers–in the digital world over the last two years.

Whatta decade! I’ve already blotted it out.

And each one of your blog entries is begging for further elaboration.

I hope that someday we’ll be able to meet IRL if I ever get a vacation from teh Delta Quadrant (Seattle).

Hugz : )

@Dodgerblue: I’ll give you a dollar if you go over to Rush’s hospital with a steak knife and rip out his heart and throw it into the incinerator. It’s the only way we can be rid of him. Okay, $2. Promise me, though, you’ll perform the extraction slowly and ask him how it feels to fucking die so hideous a death when you’re slicing open his chest, how it feels to know that he’ll be stuffed into the outhouse pit of an Obama youth camp to be shit upon in perpetuity. Please, do that for me.

@FlyingChainSaw: Per last night’s discussion: tracheotomy. Let him live, but let him be unable to speak. Silence is the suffering we’re looking for.

@nojo: It’s true. I shouldn’t be selfish.

Hee Hee. I spy with my little eye, the first act of bastardry for 2010.

About 5 doors down, at 12:30pm on New years day, someone has fired up their lawn mower.

I’m supposing that someone didn’t enjoy their neighbour’s party last night.

Happy New Year folks. And are we meant to say the same prayers for Rush that we are meant to say for Obama?

@FlyingChainSaw: I just read “Eyewitness Auschwitz” wherein the author describes how those clever SS officers designed the burn pits so that liquefied human fat could be collected and recycled, so to speak, to keep the bodies burning. Just think what a treasure trove of lard our Rush would have been!

@Dodgerblue: I see you went with the light beach reading. Party on.
@FlyingChainSaw: Oz.

@Dodgerblue: Oxybaugh’s could keep the city of Philadelphia lit for 17-19 years depending on bulb wattage and type.

@Dodger: I’ve been thinking of the uses of body fat detailed in Fight Club.

@Mistress Cynica: I know. Meant what city? My neighborhoods never had lawns.

@Original Andrew: Awww, thanks. The decade recap will be turned into a made-for-TV movie on Logo sometime next year. Who will play me, though?

@CheapBoy: Please tell me you’re about to commit your local jurisdiction’s first homicide of the year.

@FlyingChainSaw: Sort of Inner city, bungalows not terrace houses so lawns are either concrete or grass.

@rptrcub: No, but I may watch and laugh.

@FlyingChainSaw: Not really prepared to say on the intertubes. But 2-3 stops from Redfern station.

@CheapBoy: Ah. Know the neighborhood, in fact, heard from a friend and former housemate that one of my favorite alto sax players had been driven to despair, gave up playing and ended up living in a park in Redfern. You west or east of Redfern? I used to be 2 or 3 steps from the Oxford Street Barracks, by the way, in another life.

@Mistress Cynica:
“i see you went with the light beach reading”
COTD

@Mistress Cynica:

it’s especially funny to me because i got into bed tonight with ellie weisel’s “Night” and i’m still awake from it.
dodger…what a party animal he is on vacation.

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