wiener dog races

My dream finally came true and I was able to go to dachshund paradise, also know as the annual Wiener Dog Races in Buda, TX. The champions were out defying some unbearable humidity, as well as the odds in doing their best with some rather short (er, nonathletic) legs.

Dachshunds were in all shapes, color, sizes, and of course clothing. Add a shabby Elvis impersonator (stopped 20 seconds into "Hound Dog" because HE didn't like the way he sang it), pony rides, a kissing booth, food that will shorten your life (but tastes so good), and all the wiener dog paraphernalia you could ever want. My dachshund had the time of his life and his human had a pretty swell time too.

i'll have a side of pleaseeasaur with that burger

What a combination.... Neil Hamburger and Pleaseeasaur. I gotta say that I'm partial to the latter, a two man group (one on stage, the other behind the scenes) that combines props, several costume changes, song, and comedy into one. You have to see for yourself to truly understand how and why this marriage of ridiculousness really works. "Action City News", "Randy Normal Jeans", and "No Prob Limo" are particular favorites.

Mr. Hamburger is entertaining in his own right... a crotchety, "lounge act" with sorely out of fashion hair, harkening back to the 60's, with punchlines about as out of date. Be prepared to hear "why" about a 100 times and to be insulted. If you're lucky (or unlikely, depending on your tastes) he'll hurl a cocktail at you.

Check our their respective websites for more info and merchandise. Pleaseeasaur & Neil Hamburger

b-i-n-g-o

The best way to spend $1!

el gringo

Swanky 50's ranch house decor. Nice outdoor area. Giant beer. Yummy food. Good time.

oink & purr

holgaroid

hobo with a shotgun

today

if you could see what i hear

Celebration. Johnette Napolitano wearing new skin having a grand old time, jungle drums, psychedelic keys, organ grinder dance. Must see. Must hear.

yes! yes! yes!

A great way to spend 6 hours. Any doubts about Aqua Teen were quickly squashed before the acutal movie even started. The concession punk band in the pre-opening sequence was perfectly bizarre. This movie also the boasts the best use of a Phil Collins song ever (beating out... ok, so the field is pretty thin). Speaking of thin... the plot, yeah pretty much... but who cares? The usual suspects all get screen time with some memorable dialogue to boot.

In an unintentional move to continue the underlying gore theme (see kittens in ATHF) Grindhouse followed. Enough near vomit inducing moments to last you the rest of the year... or a life time. No real departures here in styling from either director, but entertaining none-the-less. It's been a while since squirming has been so fun (don't think the beef sandwich I was eating during the film helped however). Watch out for golden moments from Kurt Russell, a kid's head, and goopy attempted rape. One note... could have done without the onslaught of Austin business name dropping Mr. Tarantino. Yes, you love Austin... got it.

To cap off the night, I rinsed the blood off as it were, and switched gears with the new Blonde Redhead album, "23". A nice antidote, with vocals like a wash of sweet sunlight on a landscape of percussion and guitar. It's hard to think of anything bad. I've always been a bit taken with these guys though, so my opinion is a bit slanted. Tracks 1 and 6 are particular favorites this go 'round. I'm instantly in my own swirlying French montage, full with the feeling of first loves. A nice illusion and not a bad way to end the night.

Thanks Saturday night.