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9/17/2019 · 2:03 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
sometimes waiting and watching is all you can do. The weather has been oscillating quite a bit this... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 1:30 pm· Jaime · Good Bye Blue Sky
It's summer. We don't adventure much in the summer. It's too hot & buggy. We hibernate and wait... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 2:25 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
So how goes the summer of adventure? Inquiring minds want to know.... | Read More

6/6/2018 · 12:46 am· Michael (Net2007) · My friend, my friend, (s)he’s got a knife
I've often felt this way, it's strange and divisive times in many ways. As far as this goes, I... | Read More

7/12/2017 · 4:22 pm· Trouble · Half of Us Are Wrong or in the Alternative, Half of Us Are Right
I've been following the saga and cataloging links of interest that contain more than mere rhetoric.... | Read More


And I weep for this nation…

Filed under: — Jaime @ 7:53 pm

President George W. Bush welcomes nine of the top 10 American Idol finalists to the Oval Office at the White House Friday, July 28, 2006.


Party Pepper

Filed under: — Jaime @ 9:03 pm

Mike and I have finally started to reap what we have sown in the literal garden sense. Of everything we’ve grown in our garden this year, I am most proud of our habaneros. Check out this hot little mama, beachcombers:


Don’t you just love her?

Mike and I have taken great care to ensure these peppers are as hot as possible. Correction – we have taken as little care as possible to ensure the heat. See, the trick with heating up peppers is to ignore them. Water them only to keep them from dying. We did just that and the result has been volcanic.

We learned that not only are these habaneros tasty they are also fun at parties. Our friends who live out in the country had a get together yesterday. Mike and I brought some of the habaneros along and thought it would be fun to have a sort of taste test.

The fun starts with Mike cutting the pepper into teeny, eeny, tiny, little pieces. Then he would spear a piece with a toothpick and begin to deliver a dramatic warning about how dangerous the pepper is, with me chiming in additional warnings. Initially, that was enough for the braver types to ‘yeah, yeah’ us and put the habanero quickly into their mouths. The reaction was classic. Instant beet red face, eyes start to water, sniffling begins, swig of beverage, hands go up, wheeee-eeew!, eyes get angry, for a brief instant the pepper eater looks like he wants to kick our asses, then laughter, and he looks around for the next victim. The pepper eaters have become conquerors and they help seek out the next person for us. This went on into the night as we cycled in and out of the kitchen. Mucho hilarante.

Who knew habaneros made such good party favors?


Memesters Local #705

Filed under: — Jaime @ 12:06 am

Waaaaay back in the day, long before teh internets, assiduous humorists needed a way to dole out their daily drollery. By the grace of the mimeograph machine and captive audiences in offices and companies all over America, these humorists pioneered the pre-meme landscape.

In his working days, my grandfather was among the avant-garde of office amusement. Nary a Sunday visit to my grandparent’s house would pass in which we would fail to be entertained by ramblings in light blue ink that he brought home with him. Typically, my young eyes were not privy to the papers that seemed to elicit the most laughter from my adult family members.

Not wanting to end up a dead cat, I would snatch up the shrouded sheets that had been forgotten by dinner time. It was in this way, I had my first exposure to the (cue evil music) dirty joke. Some time would have to pass before I was actually able to comprehend what I was reading. Afterall, I had only been reading a few short years by that point anyway. Irony, innuendo and the double-entendre were not part of my vocabulary yet.

Sometime during the mid-80s I got a hold of one of these pages that had tickled my adult family members only hours before. Passing my eyes over it like so many before, I had hoped this time I would find the funny. Much to my delight, the right combination of words finally sank in. I got it. I knew what all the words meant. I knew that some of those words had multiple meanings. I knew it was funny and more importantly, I knew why it was funny.

This joke has been seared into my brain. I’ve had the fleeting fear that I will be a 90 year old alzheimer’s patient who harasses my nurse aids by reciting the punch lines to jokes I learned eighty years earlier. Ok, it’s not a fear. I actually kinda hope that happens.

So, beachcombers, you want to share in some second-generation family heirloom humor?


Sweet Meat

Filed under: — Jaime @ 9:21 pm

Are some people more susceptible to mosquito bites than others?

In the 10 short minutes I sat on our backsteps this evening and watched Mike pick tomatoes, I was bitten 8 times by those flying vampire bitches. I just sat there and did nothing but try to keep mosquitoes at bay. With my resulting ratio of a bite nearly every minute, I either miserably failed or succeeded in fending off what could have been a malarial calamity. Meanwhile, Mike comes out unscathed. Dammit.


Trip, trip to a dream dragon

Filed under: — Jaime @ 6:39 pm

Word has it that Syd Barrett has passed. I’m not much one for celebrity worship, but Barrett deserves a nod. His biography is definitively surreal. His influence continues to reach far and wide.

Shine on.


Smile for the camera (I know they’ll love you better)

Filed under: — Jaime @ 7:47 pm

Google/Picasa are offering a test-stage web photo album. I got my invite last month and finally have some time to play around with it. Here are some pics from my 4th of July. So far it seems pretty cool, which translates to: I didn’t screw anything up and it didn’t piss me off trying to figure it out. I’d like to be able to skin it, though. The color scheme clashes with the Club’s decor.

Leave a comment on the album (if you can) so I can tell if it works. Gracias.



Filed under: — Jaime @ 8:58 pm

In order to avoid any activity of real consequence, I decided to clean up The Gull Reef Reads. There were a number of outdated links and some bloggers just aren’t writing anymore so I made them walk the plank.

I also decided to come out of lurking and add two blogs that I have been reading for quite some time now but have never let them know. First up is Voodoo Knickers. This blog is hosted by a handful of incredibly bright neo-hippy types who lead far more interesting lives than me. I first came by Voodoo Knickers when one of its writers, Titanium Dreads, joined at America’s Debate and linked his blog in his profile. I’ve been hooked pretty much since then. Funny, really, because TD hadn’t posted at AD in over a year. Doubt he even remembers he’s a member.

The second link I’ve added is almost like sharing a dirty little secret. Almost, but not quite that bad. You may recall last summer when I first found Devine Innerbitchin. Because of her blog, around that same time, I developed a habit for reading Velociworld. I’m incapable of accurately describing Velociman’s writing. Sort of a modern day Rhett Butler-Edgar Allen Poe mix crossed with a monkey and steeped in a solution of alcohol and opiates. Sort of. Just go over and look. I adore his Savannah ‘back in the day posts.’ It’s stuff you’ll never read on the Chamber of Commerce pamphlets.

I think that’s about it. If you notice anything I’ve missed (nudge, Vigilante-Wertz) or are just dying to be added, drop me an email Thegullreefclub @AT@ g


Happy Memorial Day!

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:51 pm

Today is the day we in the US memorialize the birth of this nation. We used to call it Independence Day but independence died sometime between the McKinley and FDR presidencies. So enjoy your security even if you don’t have freedom. Lament on the fact that once upon a time there were men of influence who were willing to risk their lives, fortunes, and sacred honors for those odd notions of freedom and independence. Would you, could you do the same?

Mmm BBQ….

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