Richard Buckner













Those of you who know me have probably heard me rave about this man whenever music is brought up in conversation. And I have very good reasons....this guy is a brilliant artist and poet whose songs have inspired me, over the past few years, to drink and draw and love. You might be sayin, "Dude, that's some heavy cheese you're layin on regarding this guy" and to you I respond: you're right, but you'll never know if I'm just a dorky sapp-ass or justifiably love-struck by his talents unless you come tonight.

Well maybe you already know i'm dorky and a sapp-ass, but you should come anyway, for I assure you that you will be completely overwhelmed with awesomeness.

Tonight, 9:00PM @ Sokol Underground
ERIC BACHMANN
w/ Richard Buckner & Mal Madrigal
Tickets $10

I happened to stumble upon this today and was not pleased.

http://www.onebeta.com/

go to the list

and go to jake gillespie

In case you didn't know, Jake, I live on 15th street. Although everything Jake said about my street is true, he has a terrible outlook on the magical experience that ensues on 15th street.

Let me just point out a few things he did not mention that counter balance all of the things he did mention....

1) middle aged men cruising up and down the strip looking for "a party" (who doesn't love parties, Jake?)

2) husker fans screaming at their girlfriends about ruining their night and not going to the air show with them (great entertainment and a reasonable argument)

3) crack, as well as many other awesome things, is so much easier to come by (that's what I'm talkin bout Jake....crack!)

4) the street globes are pretty at night (apparently "Jake" doesn't like pretty stuff)

I know that Jake is not to blame for all of this however. It's his stinkin wife! She whips him into submission and forces him to be home and in bed by 7pm and therefore he wouldn't have the opportunity to experience most of these fabulous events except maybe #3.

Still, no excuse!

I love 15th street Jake Gillespie.....so get off it!

And to Alyssa, put the whip down already.

I do however condone the slanderous talk on 13th street....what a piece of motherfucking shit ass street.

Go to this tonight:



















Keep the rotten fruits in your pocket this time folks....as far as I've heard this should be quite a swell reading.

Come out and show support for POETRY!

Plus the poster designer should be there and apparently he's wicked cool.

Why They Hate Us
Kelly Munson















I came across this poster today on posteroffensive.com. I couldn't blow it up enough to see what it says in small print, but the prominent message is amazing.

Very smart. Very simple. Very true.

Damn you Kelly Munson, I wish I had thought of it!

And check out the archives.....some pretty awesome stuff.

Well put sir.

Keith Olbermann on Bush's comments on Friday











C&L

Allen holds an "ethnics" rally

Come on man.....how effing pathetic.

Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Dripping Off The Bone

In the spirit of flesh eating festivals, I am postin some images of people simulating the joy found in chewing on juicy piglet parts. Yummy.














































































































































Post Ribs Reactions

The List


















Ah the notorious list that has been talked about all over Lincoln these last few weeks (if not directly referred to...certainly metaphorically spoken about). I did not make this list, although a good share of my close friends are on the leaving portion of this list. It's a major bummer, but as I see it, they just ain't my friends no more if they cain't hold out and be miserably stuck here with me.

I'm kidding. I love Lincoln. And most people on the list.

Thought I'd make that clear since I fooled so many people with the satire in my Minneapolis entry.

Baby Smoothies!

I'm Moving to Minneapolis.

There's nothing you can do. I know that this might upset a few of you, but it's something that's been building up in me for the last six years. I didn't realize how bad it has gotten here in Lincoln and how superior and heavenly a place like Minneapolis truly is. I mean you only have to take a few steps down the sidewalk (or the middle of the street) here in downtown Lincoln to realize how sub par this town really is. Or simply lie between parked motorcycles, cars, or restaurants on any downtown Lincoln street and just watch as the citizens of this town look at you in disgust and fear. Something that would never happen in Minneapolis, that's for sure. Or maybe you'd be inclined to stand on the sidewalk in front of a group of people dining or sharing drinks with their friends (who by the way always sit in packs of 12 or 9) to talk about your love for the greatest city on earth, Minneapolis, and you will find yourself dripping with whatever beverages maybe at hand. These are just a few examples of how unfriendly the people of Lincoln are...it's true....look around you.

I know some of you are asking, "McQuBen you've done so, so, soooo many great things in this community. You make people laugh, you wear tight shorts, why would you go and throw it all away like this?" And to you I respond with, "you fucking liar, you only pretend to be concerned about me! You're just like all the other inferiors in this town, completely STUCK-UP!"

Only now have I finally found the inspiration and courage for my journey. Believe me I've always known that Minneapolis is the greatest city in the world and that Lincoln, NE pales in comparison, but I don't think that I would have grasped this big picture idea on my own...















The switch was flipped on sharply by a man I have the most incredible respect for, this man.
















This man was quite jealous of the encounter.

In conclusion, I feel it is imperative for me to flee from this place to eat in fine restaurants such as Buca Di Beppo (far superior to rip-off establishments obviously trying to copy the use of garlic in it's dishes) and to walk the halls of million dollar museums. Enjoy your crappy city!

Earl's















A place where old women show off cleavage, a place where you find car batteries stacked on pallet-jacks and air-compressors chained to cinder blocks in the parking lot, this is a place where the bartender asks "a pitcher?...what flavor?", where I witnessed patrons who sang with such extreme passion, the hit song from the American rock group Deep Blue Something, "Breakfast at Tiffany's", a place where I imagine you could here the phrase "I made some pie, ya'll help yourselves", a place I charish, another place to call home. Earls!
















Earl's Men's Room
















Earl's Bike Crew

Mr Minneapolis



















This guy needs a hug.

Getting Nasty
On the night of July 10th 2006 (Kick Ball night) a night destined to end in a pile of mud on a county road somewhere near Bennet, NE. Five friends discovered a whole awful lot about some things. But that's just the ending....




















"Hold on becca the water kinda smells like rasberries....I don't even like rasberries."



















"Ahng aahhdon't know. Get nasty!"
















Told ya.
















Getting nasty sure is exhausting.
















This is great!
















"Get back here....I'm not done with you!"




















Ladies, ladies......come on, I need to put those back on!
















Who shit on Ashley? Come on guys....low blow. Not cool!
















Schwerrve ohn.
















Check out the grimacing look on this king crab! Look out for the left pincher there sailor Meg!
















Who let the 4th grader eat all the echinasea root?




















....and my teeth are made from black licorice and egg whites! YUM.

Out of these two gentlemen, who likes pie the most? and who likes beef brisket?




















We hate pieah ha ha ha!




















Hit me with some more sugar dawlin.
















This kind of activity is rarely documented!
















Mmmmmm pie has delicious clothes!
















I love briskets....not pie, says Robbie.




















Pie had gone into attack positioning. There was nothing more Patrick could do.



All photos were taken just minutes after something incredibly exciting happened. The excitement referred to in the last sentence was most definitely exciting.