well i think you should fix this :(

I totally would :(

I spent all of yesterday in Put-in-Bay, which is an island off the north Ohio Lake Erie shore. Basically, it's a massive tourist trap during the day and a nonstop party at night. Like, the vending machines in the bathrooms sell 10 different types of condoms and there are entire kiosks devoted to Mardi Gras beads.

You take a jetboat there from the shore, drive around on a golf cart all day, and take a jetboat back to your car. I didn't stay the night...looks like spring break never ends in that place.

I spent all yesterday at Jungle Jim's. I texted a picture to Facebook about how I wished Kitsa would be there.

LITTLE GOOD THAT DOES ME :(

NO ONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK KNOWS OF KITSA.

seriously now I want to go to Jungle Jim's. You suck.

I bought seventy dollars in regional soda and beer. There were a ton of perishables I wanted too, but they wouldn't be able to make it back home.

:(

AND PEPPERONI PRETZEL BREAD, AS WELL AS CANDY BUTTONS. I forgot those. I tore open the bread the second I stepped out of the store.

:breadjunkie

that's why you get a cooler with dry ice, rookie

Yeah, but it's more like 1 hour away.

you're turning me down for a craft and quilt fair

dude


that's like telling someone you're gonna have to pass on the party because you want to go to the sawdust festival instead

I still have a camel steak from Jungle Jim's that I need to cook and eat. Also: packets of Crema Catalana and lots of popcorn. I was rather disappointed that they didn't have Gringo Bandito hotsauce in/on their hotsauce wire edifice thing.

weekend of fire's coming up, seth. Jul 31/Aug 1.

Thank God that's the weekend after Pierogi Fest!
http://www.pierogifest.net/

Whiting? Waaaaaaait a minute.

Please tell me you're not on the IU campus I think you are :(

I also want to go to Jungle Jim's, but as I live 580 miles away, it's a bit of a hike for a casual roadtrip. I'm reduced to shopping online, or worse, finding merchandise at the local market. :(

I'm on the IU campus in Bloomington. The ladyfriend and I are thinking of making a caravan to see a Friday show at Medieval Times in Schaumburg, spend the night somewhere in the Shoreline area, then eat some serious Polish food. Since my girlfriend is in the Eastern European Studies department, everyone is going crazy over this idea.

I don't know if I consider Whiting as part of Indiana. As I explained to the aforementioned when she moved here from New York, "Hoosiers aren't people who live in Indiana, they're people who live between Fort Wayne and Bedford. North of that you have Chicagoans and to the south is the land of brain-eaters."

There's none better than Gadzooks Blanc. I pick up a pint every time I find myself at the Wawa. :)

Speaking of sandwiches (which you weren't, but Gus was) Dinic's Roast Pork still makes the best sandwich I've ever had at the Reading Terminal BAR NONE. Just make sure you know what the eff you want at lunchtime. Take too long to order, and you have to get back in line. Not for tourists. ;)

Whiting is part of Chicagoland. It's butt-ugly and brain-drained, for the most part, but Chicagoland nonetheless. If the Chicagoland area were Europe, Whiting would be Albania. OHO THE LINGUISTIC PUN. Or maybe part of Poland.

I was mainly concerned that you were teaching at the Northwest campus, in which case I was going to beg you to get out while you still can.

As I don't drive, it's increasingly difficult to get to the jungle :( I mainly have to hop on board other caravans headed south. My dream is to go on a weekday morning, when it's not at all crowded.

Belarus works, too! And the Pale of Settlement, if you discount how gentile it is.

having just watched Frankenhole for the first time...

i hate fanboys of anything but, by god, if this show continues to have me cracking up this hard... on top of moral orel? shit, the man is just so god damned mother fucking cuntswabbingly FUNNY

i refuse to call myself a fanboy, but at this point i could be termed as a loyalist

I just shaved with a straight razor. It's something that I've been on again, off again about for a few years but when my electric broke I figured now was a good time.

This time, I did a pretty good job. From here I guess I just have to practice and make it more routine so it's not as time-consuming. The razor itself belonged to my great-grandfather, who sustained himself by hunting with HIS grandfather's Springfield rifle issued during the Civil War. My uncle had both the rifle and the razor for a long time, he too used the same weapon issued to kill rebels to hunt squirrels. HEIRLOOMS.

last/first time i tried to use a razor i hurt my face :(

I have constant stubble 24/7 and the ladies love it.


Gus, sawdust-fest '09 was a huge letdown, so I would hang wit choo for sure, just don't expect me to get you home/keep you safe. In fact, I'd be relying on you to show me where the fuck I'm supposed to actually go after the party stops. Sleeping in a gutter is no fun when sober.

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS