Oh Thank Heaven it's 2011

why should we be thankful that 2010 is almost dead and gone? Because it was a hellish year filled with misery and despair. However, it was by no means a boring year, what with all injuries, broken hearts, broken dreams, and facebook status alterations. So let us all try to forgive, forget, rejoice, and make a toast to existence, because life is certainly long enough to squeeze in ample doses of insanity.



In the spirit of squeezing things into places... I am filling the Clog with any left over images captured with my half broken screenless digital camera before 2010 is officially over. Because as we all know, once 2011 crashes down upon us none of them will be relevant anymore.
During the final weeks of 2010 Jesse actually ate a donut without me having to force him. Congratulations Boner, your rolling with the hard hitting fools.



"Pull over right here dude, I need to take a picture of this sweet sunset." 2010 was home to many a glorious sunrise and sunset, but barely anyone except myself witnesses the earlier.



In 2010 Tyler's garage was adorned with chronic Christmas crystals, while his eyes were adorned with his eyelids.



Supersmash Bro. was very important during 2010, and I hope the trend carries over into the coming year(s). Clark appears stoked.



Once upon a rainy day, we had ourselves a nice little underground sesh.



Peace out twenty ten.

The Glog Clog

My attempt to post a wholesome heap of Clog each day of December has failed miserably, and I no longer have the luxury of blaming school or society (even though I still feel like society is at fault for most other things that go horribly wrong in this world, screw society!). Instead of worry about fulfilling some primal urge to Clog daily, I have decided to just let the Clog flow freely without any self induced pressure. Yesterday was coated in mist and darkness, but the comradery broke through the clouds like a lightning bolt from Zeus.



There are days when the fog settles in the hills of Los Gatos and it feels like there is no more comfortable place on earth.



Warmth and wonder.



The stairway to heaven... on the balcony of Los Gatos Bar and Grill.



Riders on the storm.



With the right combination of spices, booze, and nuts (all of which I adore) one can create Glog.



This potent little drink will warm your body and spirit. Perfect for the holiday, and with a name like Glog, it is even more perfect for The Clog. This marks the first time there has ever been a blog called Clog that features a drink called Glog. Dr. Seuss would be proud of my alliteration.



Mike decided to bop his hispanic head though the curtain of mist and say hello to everyone in San Jose. He was only here long enough to look cute (I'd do him in a heart beat), play some beer pong, and get some bbq chicken shoved down his throat but it brightened everyone's day.



Clog follower since day one... the illustrious Ben Fowler.

My Battery has Sprung a Leek so I will Make This Short

Merry Christmas," said the seagull...



and then he shat on your ski mask.

P.s. I understand that I spelled "leak" like "Leek," but I like leeks, so there!

Now drink your Nog my friends!

Tis the Season

To believe in the green fairy!



Drink your absinthe, it does a body strange.

Lost but not Forgotten

Due to numerous seasonal activities (skating Deanza, Drinking at German bars, and dressing up in kilts) I neglected to post anything for Friday the 10th and Saturday the 11th. And due to numerous papers I have to write, I will be posting something quite boring and drab tonight.



High heels and corsets both look torturously uncomfortable, but at least the later makes for some tasty eye candy.



All the single ladies.

8th Day of December Movie Review

I watched The Ice Harvest several years prior to becoming a strip club aficionado, so its charm was somewhat lost on me. Just kidding, I'm too broke to hang out in strip clubs, but no where near too broke to order movies on OnDemand. Take that last phrase however you will, and do ourselves a favor and watch this movie. All star cast and plenty and of holiday b(ch)eer.

Sentimental and Mental

The open windows on my Simpsons advent calendar grow more and more as my chocolate high grows stronger and stronger. I love being greeted by Bart and Homer each morning at 5:00 AM.



Nothing says December and the arrival of Christmas like an advent calendar laced with chocolate goodies. This particular calendar covers each day up to New Years because as we all know, Homer is a fat ass.



My mother always sets up a Christmas village in our kitchen window. As a young child I always envisioned living in an upside down row boat transformed into a house. This still remains one of my life long dreams.



From inside this boat turned house the view of every sunset would always look like this.

Dec. 6th in Clogville

There are nineteen days left until the earth cracks open and a slew of demons burst forth and desecrate the innocent and... oops that was meant for a post during October. What I would really like to share with all of you (meaning Ben Fowler, (if in fact he still reads The Clog) Mikey, and Lane) is the beloved Christmas story of one of my favorite people of all time.

Clogging Through the Holidays

There are twenty days until Christmas, it is the fifth day of Chanukah, and the wind outside is howling at me like a pack menopauseal banshees.



Halloween was soooooo last month, but I will reap the benefits.



Paint the earth yellow with tree shavings.



Behold the loaf of Challah, a Jewish celebration bread consumed on Shabbat and other holidays. I traded this doughy morsel to my Jewish neighbor Larry for some of his homemade latkes. While shooting the shit with him and his family I noticed an empty Coronitas bottle... which should totally stoke out Jesse... but no one else.
More Holiday Clogging to come.