In honor of National Cheescake Day, The Cheesecake Factory will be selling their delicious cheesecake for only $1.50. That's today people! So make sure you plan your day accordingly, and note that it's for dine-in guests only (you don't have to order anything else, only cheesecake is fine), limit one per guest.
I'm going to try and strike at least three today. Be prepared for a post.
My team pulled off a trade today for one of my favorite ballplayers, Mark Teixeira. Although we give up an emerging young ballplayer in Casey Kotchman, I think the trade for The Big Tex will certainly help when we play those juggernaut teams come October.
And did I mention that John Lackey almost threw a no-hitter today?
Two outs to go and it was blown by that gobshite Dustin Pedroia- just another reason for me to hate the Red Sox. On a normal day I'd still be irate, but today is the day where we get Mark Teixeira, and nothing else can go wrong.
Although most of the lyrics no longer apply (this was made last year when the Braves acquired him at around the same time), this is how I feel times a gabajillionfafillion.
If you have the chance, watch the new Devendra video; Natalie Portman and Kat Dennings are in it!
Oh, your colored cousin With a banana-milkshakeshake beard And full from whale Leaning towards the sun Oh, your red ray of light Kissing our mouth The kiss that Smells like alcohol
Oh your three lunar eyes Alien Enter when you leave So they don’t leave Oh, your colored beard Mischievous and rebellious I shave with a sword But it comes back
La la la la la la...
If the night chases you Surrender to her Or tell her that you have a headache Little shade of reflection Give me something gentle I devour your love And shit hell
Oh, your colored eyes Blue and orange Yellow green and brown My love wrapped in your heart Don’t let it go please We are the same elephant and serpent Drinking brandy In the sun Of a flower
As promised, here is my report on the Comic-Con event in San Diego this past weekend. While I'll be posting pictures from Thursday-Friday, my other half will be reporting on the happenings from Friday-Saturday. Make sure to check out both!
We decided to fight the gnarly downtown traffic with our bikes, which ended up helping us out.
The Miner got touched up before the festivities. I dont know about you, but his nipples get all my feathers ruffled.
After meeting the boys for dinner, we headed over to some industry party (I forgot who was hosting). When we rolled up the line was pretty deep, but thanks to the long arm of KidRobot, we got in with no hassles.
So heavy that Ace was compelled to do some push-ups.
For whatever reason, the KidRobot condo had stainless steel stairs. After a few drinks, these stairs pretty much spell A-C-C-I-D-E-N-T-A-L S-U-I-C-I-D-E.
Nichole, aka The Baroness, aka One Tough B, aka Sugar Mama, aka Big Girls Don't Cry.
After meeting Jen With One N (who was also in town for business), we met up with the rest of the guys at The Sun Cafe with Gabe (FBC) and Paul XXX. Cheap food, fun times, great stories. Having Paul around reminds me of a time we had in Vegas. Hmm.
Jen and I skipped the convention, and headed for lunch in La Jolla instead.
In Corona, they're running out of room for everything. From house plots, to shopping centers- even the pigeons are stymied.
Danny Hearts before the saddle nailed him you-know-where.
While we were on the way back, we lost Danny along the way. Bryan was adamant on getting frozen yogurt at this new spot off Ontario, and before you know it we lost all track of time...and that Danny was waiting for us.
Once we got there, we noticed some friends who were on a little ride themselves. I'm starting to see more bicycles out, and it's not just with fixed gears either. It's really nice to see people choosing a different alternative to driving. If only the drivers out there could be more courteous.
A congregation!
And as luck would have it, my old pal Adam walks out of the building, and we catch up on things. Mainly, how Bryan looks and sometimes acts homeless, which in the end can only benefit him. Free food, money, and best of all compassion. Keep your head up Bry, you're halfway home.
At this point, we realize that Dan is still waiting for us. He calls, and Bryan steps outside to answer. Here's Bry lying to Dan about where we are.
"Yeah. "We just left, we're almost there."
Today: COMIC-CON. Expect to see an extensive picture blog, maybe even a running diary.
And on Saturday, we're having a get together for Jen With One N's birthday. Contact me for details, it's going to be a swell time.
Thanks to Tom, we scored four tickets to last night's Angel game. It was a hard decision to pick who'd fill out the remaining two seats, but we settled on Danny Hearts and...
Introducing his first appearance on The Bear Den...
(drum roll)
Phil!
For those of you who don't know Phil, he's a recently graduated Engineer and overall funny guy. He's always smiling about something, and it never ceases to amaze me how much positive energy this guy brings. He's like Danny Hearts, minus the whole "I gotta work tomorrow, guys," attitude. Just kidding Dan. Maybe. More on that later...
On the 55, we notice a guy laughing hysterically to himself. We asked him what was so funny, and he replied, "I'm naked." Creep.
The hippies in Downtown Orange were out today. Matter of fact I think they're out everyday.
After picking up the tickets, we have a bit of trouble finding somewhere to park, and decide on parking at the "Best Value Lot." Totally not under Angel Stadium jursidiction and over where the old warehouse used to be, sits a brick-walled-and-barbed-wired enclosed lot, with only a hole in the wall to walk through towards the stadium. More on the hole in a bit...
You know, the roof of the Mini is just tall enough that it's painfully awkward to eat off it. Feels like you're a kid on a booster seat, reaching for num nums on the table.
All this love must have brought us the man with the beautiful bleached hair. He's the one seated to the left with the sandwich. Did I mention he would shriek every time the Angels got a base hit?
Naturally, we sit as far away from the shrieker as we can, and leave Philip (who left for a bathroom break) to take the lucky seat next to him.
The vexing, yet entertaining Halo Troop were parading on the top deck as usual.
I see this guy every time I come to the stadium. Usually he's wearing a novelty viking's hat, this particular time he wasn't. What he was doing however was dancing like a maniac- something I've seen him do at the stadium and on the corner of Katella and Stadium Way.
Unfortunately, security wasn't having as much fun as we were with him...
...and subsequently booted him out.
Angels Brass, if you're reading this; Why throw out a guy who's so pumped to be at the game, and has no other way of expressing his feelings than by interpretive dance? I haven't seen you kick out the Halo Troop, and they go around banging drumsticks for the better part of games. C'mon guys. Boo.
Quote of the night: "Now batting, number 17, Chin-Soo Sin- ahh ahem, Shin-Soo Choo." -Angels PA Announcer
Apparently somebody died on the treadmill at the 24 Hour Fitness. Yikes.
Every chance I get, I like to bust Danny's balls for having to leave for work so early in the morning. So whenever it's past 11, I like to push his buttons and see if he'll ever complain. Normally he doesn't, but tonight....we got him.
While they think we're going to Lee's Sandwiches, we give them a surprise.
Best quotes from the video-
"Back here is where we get the subs." -Bryan (Listen to it again, and how serious he sounds.) "Are we going to Lee's?! I thought we were going to Lee's! Are you serious?! Are you serious!" -Phil (I'm not sure if he's pumped, or scared out of his wits. Most likely the former.)
"C'mon man, I got work tomorrow." -Dan (Listen to the rare, obviously ticked-off Danny. Very hard to come by.)
