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Turn Back the Renal Clock – December 2007: Part Three

November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving.  We’re off getting drunk.  Read these instead…

Did you know atheists aren’t free?  No, you still don’t know that because it’s bullshit.

Did you know there’s a Word of the Year?  Did you know it’s stupid too?

Christmas is a time for misunderstandings.  If you’re lucky no blood will be shed because them.

There almost wasn’t a Christmas in Basra, but then we sent some mercenaries to stomp the shit out of Grinch.

Christmas is also a time for salty language.

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Turn Back the Renal Clock – December 2007: Part Two

November 25, 2009

Howl, moon goddess, howl
The road’s your slave, the night’s your home
Howl, moon goddess, howl
Death incarnate in steel and chrome
—”Moon Goddess” by Feather Healer off their unreleased album She-Wolf

Samurai Cathy is first mentioned by Ninja Vicki in a story about a crazy woman in Canada hacking people with a samurai sword.

Some video games are more fun than others.  Way more fun.

The Catholic Church put out a coloring book teaching kids how not get molested.  What color will you make Father Pockets’ priestly smock?

The first appearance of Samurai Cathy… getting up in Ninja Vicki’s face about a high school reunion.

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Turn Back the Renal Clock – December 2007: Part One

November 24, 2009

Biker Maidens on wings of steel
Leather valkyries with souls to steal
Lords of night are winter’s keepers
Bathed in light unseen by sleepers
SHE WOLF RIDES!

— Feather Healer, the title track off their new album “She Wolf”

And now, back to the Renal Failure posts of December 2007…

Bulimic girls are jealous of the girls with food poisoning.  The dry heaving really tones the abs.

Enemy of the ninja: the common cold.  Ever sneeze in your own mask?

Sherri Shepherd of The View is still the dumbest person in America.

Trent Lott resigns from the US Senate, leaving the Pimp Minister Minority Whip to go seek greener pastures as a lobbyist or as someone running up in your house and stealing your expensive electronics.

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Turn Back the Renal Clock – November 2007

November 23, 2009

We’re ducking out for a spell here on the week of Thanksgiving in the States, so here’s some of our old stuff that you may have missed or forgotten about.  Therefore it’s new to you!

In years past we usually take all of November off to participate in National Novel Writing Month (we haven’t done it the last two years, because I’m not starting a new novel until my lazy underachieving ass finishes writing the old ones).  But we did squeeze in a few posts when the situation warranted them.

There was the time we thought we were going to be blamed for Norman Mailer’s death

Then there was the time that dumb girl at the party told me not to sit in the Cheetos

And then we took up the cause of supporting Huey Lewis and the News against non-believers who were blind to his awesomeness.

Ah… good times.  Except for the Cheetos bitch.

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Precious Encouragements 11/22/09

November 22, 2009

Um… we forgot to come up with one this week.

This was not your Precious Encouragement of the Week.

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Tag Larkin’s Video Jukebox 11/21/09

November 21, 2009

Tag Larkin has tougher answers to the tough questions facing our nation…

(Note: I thought I had posted these before… maybe elsewhere but not here in my digs. Oh well.)

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I would have thought Keyser Soze to have better taste in music

November 20, 2009

At 8:35, the lights went down in Theater 21 at the Colonial Ultraplex movie theater for the showing of New Moon.  At 8:45, the film inexplicably catches fire and the theater goers are forced to evacuate.  Among them are Tina the Lesbian and Samurai Cathy.  As they come outside, they see Ninja Vicki and Avonia the Wiccan Pimp waiting for them.

“Vicki?”  Tina says.  “What… What are you doing here?”

“Where else would I be?”  Ninja Vicki says accusingly.  “On a date with Tag Larkin perhaps?”

“Maybe, yeah… I mean, no…” Tina the Lesbian stammers.

“Cath, would you excuse my friend and I for a few moments?”  Ninja Vicki says to her archenemy.  “We have a matter of great importance to discuss.”

Samurai Cathy shrugs and lets Ninja Vicki lead Tina the Lesbian around the side of the movie theater to talk in private.

“It was almost a perfect plan, Tina,”  Ninja Vicki says.  “Getting Tag Larkin to go out on a date with me so I would be out of the way when you put your ill-fated moves on Samurai Cathy.  You got him to play on my tendency to only like men who don’t like me.  You fed him vital information like my anti-rose policy and my taste in music.  You even got Tag Larkin to suppress his Tag Larkin tendencies, if only for a little while.  But you forgot one little thing…”

“And that is what?”  says Tina the Lesbian.

“My self-loathing and low self-image wouldn’t allow me to believe Tag Larkin was truly interested me,”  Ninja Vicki says, a smirk creeping over her face as she remembered Tag Larkin calling her stunningly beautiful.  “Though to be fair, he came very close.”

“All right, Sherlock Vicki, you got me,”  Tina the Lesbian says.  “I knew you’d never let me escalate my designs on Samurai Cathy, so I recruited Tag Larkin to keep you busy for the evening.  He owed me for that Halloween Murder Mystery bullshit he pulled.  So I told him exactly how to court you… all your likes and dislikes…  I even gave him money to pay for your dinner.”

“I knew it!”  Ninja Vicki says.  “Tag Larkin always goes dutch.”

“I expected you to put these pieces together eventually,”  Tina the Lesbian said.  “But after the 8:35 New Moon showing.”

“You should have picked an earlier show,”  Ninja Vicki says.

“The 7:05 was sold out, damn 12-year olds and love-starved Twimoms,”  Tina the Lesbian says.  “So… now that you’ve exposed my plot, what are you going to do?”

“Nothing,”  Ninja Vicki says with a sigh.  “Except try to get you to understand how crazy you’re letting your crush on Samurai Cathy make you.  You can’t insure love through convoluted mastermind machinations like this.  And you don’t even like Twilight!  You’re turning into a LifeTime Movie of the Week villainess here.  It’s not healthy.”

“Maybe you’re right…”  Tina the Lesbian says.  “Maybe I’ve become obsessed.  But it’s been so long since I last clicked with someone.  And I feel a connection with Cathy I don’t feel with anyone else.”

“How about this… I  promise I won’t get upset if you two hang out together, and you promise to stop trying to get Cathy to turn gay for you,”  says Ninja Vicki.  “I think that’s fair, right?”

“All right, you’ve got a deal,”  Tina the Lesbian says.  “One question… why did you bring Avonia the Wiccan Pimp here?”

“I needed someone to start a fire to get you out of the theater,”  Ninja Vicki says.  “Plus Avonia really hates Twilight.”

They return to the front of the movie theater where Avonia is regaling Samurai Cathy with tales of how the Twilight series is the worst thing to happen to young girls since MTV’s My Super Sweet Sixteen (Avonia also refers to the Twilight Series as a multi-volume bag of sadness).  And Samurai Cathy agrees, which is why she wants to hunt down all the sparkly daywalker vampires, should they ever become real.  That and the author wish fulfillment and blatant Mormon overtones skeeve her out as well.

And so the quartet of girls go out to a nearby bar for drinks, where they find Tag Larkin waiting  inside with four flowers in his hand, each one the favorite of Avonia (yellow lily), Cathy (purple lotus), Tina (blue rose), and Vicki (violet).

“You’re right on time…”  Tag Larkin says.  “Just as Tag Larkin planned all along.  For why settle for one woman when Tag Larkin can have four!  Now who wants to come back to Tag Larkin’s place and break some furniture with our love?”

The ladies all force yawns, mutter something about calling it a night, and leave in a hurry.  Tag Larkin uses the four flowers to pick up a quartet of college seniors down the bar from him to break his furniture in the act of coitus.  Just as Tag Larkin planned.

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Any date you can walk away from without anal tearing…

November 19, 2009

So Ninja Vicki’s date with Tag Larkin went… well, she did expect him to throw a table at some point, but running out of the restaurant yelling “abort mission!” was highly unexpected. And something didn’t sit right with Vicki the whole time Tag Larkin was charming the pants off her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.  So she returned to me and Anonymous Doug at the Bass-to-Bass for our fingers, which have been curled around pint glasses for the past six hours.

“So, did you fuck him?”  says Anonymous Doug.

“No… but he got uncomfortably close to doing that,” says Ninja Vicki.  “Tag Larkin knew I liked violets instead of roses.”

“Why is that?”  Anonymous Doug asks.

“Because a boy in seventh grade gave me a rose for Valentine’s Day and I pricked my finger on the thorn and got sporotrichosis,” says Ninja Vicki. “So ever since then I’ve been anti-rose and pro-violet.”

“Your face is pro-violet,”  I say.  I am drunk.

“Then Tag Larkin said that he was paying for dinner,”  says Ninja Vicki.

“But Tag Larkin always goes dutch,”  says Anonymous Doug.

“You can go dutch… with your ass!”  I say and laugh.  I don’t know how I’m still staying on my bar stool.

“Then Tag Larkin complemented me and said I was stunningly beautiful,”  says Ninja Vicki.

“That monster!”  says Anonymous Doug.

“But he insulted me at the food court,”  says Ninja Vicki.  “And then he tricked me into dating him… as if he knew that I only like guys who don’t want me.”

“What woman would want me?”  I say, slumping over the bar. “They never have…”

“But the real kicker is that Tag Larkin knew I like Lady GaGa,”  Ninja Vicki says.

“You do?”  Anonymous Doug says, laughing.  “You have the worst taste in music ever.”

“I’m a hideous unlovable monster…”  I say, falling off my barstool. “And now I’m on the floor.”

“But how would Tag Larkin know my musical tastes?”  Ninja Vicki says.  “The only person who’s ever seen my iPod selection is… oh mother-cock-fucker!”

Ninja Vicki roots through my pants pocket for my cell phone, and she uses it to dial Mikka.

“Did I just get lucky?”  I say from the floor.

“Where’s Samurai Cathy?”  she asks as soon as Mikka picks up his phone.

“She’s not here,” Mikka says.  “She and Tina the Lesbian just left to go see that shitty Twilight New Moon movie.”

“Wait, Catherine likes Twilight?”  Ninja Vicki says, stifling a laugh.

“No, she sees it as a training film on how to kill daywalker vampires,”  says Mikka.  “So when Robert Pattinson comes to kill us she’ll be ready.”

“Which theater are they going to?”  Ninja Vicki says.

“What?”  says Mikka.

“Damn it, man!  There isn’t time!”  Ninja Vicki yells.

“The Colonial Ultraplex,”  says Mikka.

Ninja Vicki drops the phone on my stomach and runs out the door.

“I feel cold…”  I say, unable to get up from the floor.

“That’s either loneliness or death,”  says Anonymous Doug.  “Need me to call an ambulance for you?”

Somehow my keys are in my hand.  “No… I’ll drive myself.”

To be continued…

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It’s Like “My Dinner with Andre” except with more fistfights

November 18, 2009

Because Ninja Vicki wants to avert a national tragedy of catastrophic proportions, she is attending her scheduled date with Tag Larkin at Codependent’s Brewery and Steak House.  And per Tag Larkin’s request to wear something nice, she’s wearing her low-cut ninja top, though she can’t figure out why for the life of her she would do that for Tag Larkin.  But she did.

Tag Larkin meets Ninja Vicki outside of Codependent’s with a single violet in hand, instead of a tallboy of Schlitz or Pabst Blue Ribbon.

“How did you know I like violets more than roses?”  Ninja Vicki says, accepting Tag Larkins flowery token with a smile.

“Tag Larkin knows things,”  says Tag Larkin, opening the door for Ninja Vicki.  They get seated without incident, much to Vicki’s surprise.  ”Tag Larkin suggests the prime rib.”

“I’m not paying thirty-five bucks for meat, no matter how good it is,”  Ninja Vicki says, seeing the price on the menu.

“Tag Larkin has you covered.”

Ninja Vicki flinches, like something just smacked her in the forehead.  “Wait… did you just say you were paying for dinner?  But I thought Tag Larkin always goes dutch?”

“Tag Larkin plays by his own rules,”  says Tag Larkin.  “Now to drink, Tag Larkin suggest the Porter to start, and then a switch to their Pilsner during dinner as to not overpower the succulent flavor of the steak.”

“Wow, you actually know your beer,” says Ninja Vicki.  “Considering all I ever see you drink are tallboys or forties, I would have never thought of you as a beer connossieur.”

“There’s a lot of things about Tag Larkin you don’t know,”  says Tag Larkin with a raised eyebrow.  “Did you know Tag Larkin finds you stunningly beautiful tonight?”

That got a giddy giggle from Ninja Vicki and there was some warmth in her cold ninja heart, if only for a moment.  Then as the waiter came over to take their orders, her self-loathing kicked back in.

Wait a minute.  What are you doing, Vicki?  Ninjas don’t giggle like some love-starved Twilight fangirl.  And you’re being giggly over Tag Larkin! What the hell is going on?  And why hasn’t Tag Larkin hit anyone yet?  Is this really Tag Larkin?

“Tag Larkin will let his lovely date order first,”  Tag Larkin says to the waiter.

Ninja Vicki draws her sword and places it to Tag Larkin’s neck.  “All right, who are you, and what have you done with the real Tag Larkin?”

The waiter looks shaken, but Tag Larkin’s remains stoic as ever.

“Perhaps she needs more time to choose her entree,”  Tag Larkin says to the waiter, who scurries away.   Tag Larkin then turns his attention to Vicki and the sword at his throat.  “Look, this is getting Tag Larkin good and horny, but can Tag Larkin eat something first?  We’ve got a long night ahead of us and Tag Larkin will need his strength.”

“No, something is wrong here,”  Ninja Vicki says.

“If this is wrong then Tag Larkin doesn’t want to be right,” says Tag Larkin.  “Even though Tag Larkin is always right.”

“First you were almost disgusted to be near me at the food court,”  Ninja Vicki says.  “Now you’re treating me like a princess.”

“Would you prefer skipping dinner, jumping in my car, and going to back to Tag Larkin’s place?”  says Tag Larkin.  “You can rock out to the new Lady GaGa single on Tag Larkin’s iPod.”

“Ooh, I love Lady GaGa,”  Ninja Vicki cooed, then snapped back to being suspicious, more so now.  “Wait, how do you know I like Lady GaGa?”

“Tag Larkin knows things.”

“You seem to know too many things, Tag Larkin,”  Ninja Vicki growls.

“Uh… uh… abort mission!  Tag Larkin away!”   And Tag Larkin overturns the table, knocking the sword from Vicki’s hand, and then he runs out the door, leaving Ninja Vicki sitting confused in the middle of the restaurant.  Strangely enough, this is not the worst way she’s had a date end on her.

To be continued…

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An Oblique Obligation

November 17, 2009

I’m at the bar with Anonymous Doug, going through our fourth pitcher of Wes Anderson Wheat Beer: The beer that makes you stare listlessly and not have any inflection in your voice, like most of the characters in his movies.  And just as we pour ourselves some fresh pints, Ninja Vicki comes jumping down from the ceiling to join us, and by her eyes peeking out from over her ninja mask, she seems troubled.

“I got tricked into going on a date with Tag Larkin tonight,”  Ninja Vicki says, taking my beer and drinking it.

“How the hell do you get tricked into going on a date with someone?”  I say.  “Furthermore, how do you get tricked by Tag Larkin?”

“I don’t know!”  Ninja Vicki says.  “All I know is he’s going to be waiting for me at 7pm at Codependent’s.”

“Love their beer selection,”  says Anonymous Doug.  “You’re going to have a good time there.”

“I’m not showing up,” Ninja Vicki says.

“You’re going to stand up Tag Larkin?”  I say.

“No one stands up Tag Larkin,”  says Anonymous Doug.

“Well, I’m gonna,”  says Ninja Vicki.

“Vicki… no one stands up Tag Larkin,” Anonymous Doug repeats.  “It’s like fighting on holy ground in Highlander.  You just don’t do it.”

“Well, I’m gonna,”  says Ninja Vicki.

“The last time a woman stood up Tag Larkin was August 28th, 2005,” Anonymous Doug says.  “The next day Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans.”

“That’s a coincidence and you know it,”  says Ninja Vicki.

“December 25th, 2004… Tag Larkin is stood up on a Christmas date,”  Anonymous Doug says.  “The next day the Tsunami hits Indonesia and kills 300,000 people.”

“Tag Larkin does not have the power of hurricanes and tsunamis,” Ninja Vicki says.

“And let’s never forget the evening of September 10th, 2001 when Tag Larkin sat all alone at the Rib House waiting all night for an online date who never showed,”  says Anonymous Doug.   “No one stands up Tag Larkin.”

“But… Tag Larkin tricked me,”  says Ninja Vicki.  “He said I wasn’t fun or interesting and I said I was too and I could prove it and I then he said to meet him for dinner and I said yes.”

“Yes… Tag Larkin played you like a cheap fiddle there,” I say sarcastically.  “Especially when he asked you out and you said yes.”

“What part of Nobody Stands Up Tag Larkin are you struggling with?”  Anonymous Doug says.  “Now go put on something pretty and have a nice time with Tag Larkin so that we don’t have another national tragedy.”

Ninja Vicki finishes the rest of my beer and jumps back up to the ceiling to leave.

“Is all that stuff about Katrina and Tsunami and 9/11 and Tag Larkin true?”  I say.

“Fuck if I know,”  says Anonymous Doug.  “But do you really want Tag Larkin walking around town for the next few weeks pissed off about being stood up?”

Anonymous Doug is the smartest man I know who isn’t Batman.

To be continued…

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