Why the internet rules

Free books. Downloaded some pulp scifi stuff on a whim, then remembered I'd recently read "A Princess of Mars" and was pleased to find some more of the John Carter Mars series there too. Then that made me think I should see if I could find some more books in the vein of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen related works. I ended up downloading Carnacki the Ghost-Finder and Captain Blood as well, so looking forward to reading those.

Soup recipe help

If anyone out there knows how to make the cabbage soup at Veselka, please let me know. I've been looking at a variety of Ukrainian cabbage soups (some are sweet and sour with apples. Sounds good, but not what I'm looking for) and other "kapusta" types of recipes (but some ask for split pea, so I'm confused). Anyhow, I might end up just seeing if I can make something similar-ish after looking at several recipes, but if anyone knows for sure how to make this particular soup, let me know...

I'm TIRED

Oh God. So last night I went to GBH's ten year anniversary bash. I mostly wanted to see Grandmaster Flash spin, and oh my God. It was the best dancing to be had ever. The other DJ sets were good too, but Grandmaster Flash fucking set that thing OFF. His set was about three hours long and so much damn fun (though I kind of couldn't get into his "for the ladies part." Dancing to J'Lo and Beyonce isn't much my thing). I'm still sore from dancing until 3 am. When we were walking to the car I had to drag a Korean chick away from some skeevy asshole who was trying to hit on her and she was all mad and shit and I was afraid she was going to reel back and try to pop the fucker one and it would've gotten ugly. Anyhow I was trying to calm her down in Korean until her friend came and collected her. Kelly asked me how I knew she was Korean and I said, "Me and my people. We have a connection." Also, Filet-o-Fish tastes awesome at 5 in the morning.

Addendum to my post about this past weekend

Kelly: i forgot, did you add singing "kissed by a rose" to that list on your blog?
Me: o...m...g
Me: I need to
Me: HAAAAAAAA I can't believe I didn't include that
Kelly: ediiiit!
Kelly: hahah

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Um, yea. I forgot about quite possibly one of the more awesome things to happen this weekend. Singing "Kissed by a Rose" in a small shop in Chinatown as it came on the radio and not caring if anybody saw us belting out "BaaaaayBAAAAAAAAAAY I compare you to a kiss on the rose on the grave.. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeeeAAAA..." with appropriate emotion.

Awesome weekend

Kelly needs to hurry up and send me pictures of the weekend because this is one for the scrapbook for sure.

- a fuckin' awesome brunch at Clinton Street Baking Co.
- meeting two adorable girls making great jewelry
- buying a necklace that's sure to become a family heirloom from said girls
- an Indian wedding taking place in a school playground and much getting down with taking part on a big ol' frog
- side boob pictures ("How YOU doin'?")
- gnomes
- 9/11 memorial mural featuring a disconcertingly happy Big Bird
- sitting in a park in Chinatown watching some b-boy dance it up
- (still the same park) watching kids play and contemplating kidnapping one
- "Eff you, stick! I'm going to play with String!"
- (still the same park) picking out our future selves from amongst the "sassy bag and hat" combo old Chinese ladies(the one old lady with the red plaid shirt is SO Kelly, I made her take a picture)
- watching some skateboarders on a bike path on Canal(dude in the brown cords, call me)
- Kelly buying a dookie chain
- making Kelly wear her dookie chain with her Adidas track jacket when going out later in that evening
- bubble tea!
- my Diana Ross hair
- Kelly: "I...sorry, I'm just still drinking all that hair in. Seeing it in person is...just wow. Sorry."
- "I wasn't like this, until I caaaaaaaaaame in this motherfuckin' house!"
- Kelly and I love you, Alex. That's all.
- the lovely crossdressin' ladies Britney-ing it up in our car on the train ride down to the Lower East Side
- wishing I danced well enough to jump and join them
- being disappointed they didn't give Kelly and me a lap dance while they slinkily danced around some very uncomfortable looking guys
- the Chris Brown lookin' dude and his crew
- hopping off the train and striking a b-boy pose at the Broadway-Lafayette station
- cute bearded guy out on a "dudes night out" with his buddies at a bar
- later on, as they filed out past us to leave, having one of the buddies tell me, "Yeeaaah, he wants you." Me: ??? (Me reflecting on the situation later on: "Thanks a lot, mofo. You needed to tell me which one so I could make my move. Especially considering out of all of you there's only one I'd actually talk to").
- letting Hulkamania run wild several times throughout the entire weekend ("Brrrrrother!")

God damn you, first person view!

I would totally play this...for about 15 minutes before getting really frustrated and turning the game off and not playing it again for another 3 weeks. I suck at first person shit. I'd still play this though. And if the music in this preview thing is any clue, it'll had a decent soundtrack.

OH! SO ON SUNDAY....

...I was walking up Broadway to get to Union Square. I'd just dropped some film off and it took longer than usual and I felt like I was running late, so I'm bustlin' my ass up the street when I see someone walking towards me looking might familiar. That two-toned hair, that skinny frame, impeccably dressed...

"HOLY SHIT IT'S EFFIN' DOC HAMMER!!!" My brain screams before it decides to shut down.

I realize that I'm pretty much staring at him with this look on my face: =O

Now, I don't know if he noticed me noticing him or even noticed the ridiculous on my face because he had on a pair of sunglasses and was puffing away at a cigarette as he smoothly made his way down the street.

So my brain finally restarts, and by the time it says, "Oh, dude, you have to say something to him!" He's already walked past me and there's no way I'm running after the poor man. I even had my camera and eeeeeeverything! I should've asked him for an autograph or something. I can't believe I just let him walk past me.

Then again, maybe it was for the better. I'm more worried he would've found me bothersome or something. And it was like the weekend after Comic Con. He probably needed a break from nerds pawing at him. Last thing he needed was for some weird chick to scream, "OHMAGAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!! I FUCKING LOVE VENTURE BROS.!!!!" at him as he's walking down the street.

But if Mr. Hammer happens to see this for some unknown reason. I'm seriously a big fan, and not a weirdo at all, but I'm still so sad and disappointed in myself that I did not say hi or something.