Adam puts the moves on me in Koreatown.
Despite having just spent the afternoon at The Erotic Museum, Adam’s advances were unsuccessful. Perhaps if he had paid for my dinner, things might have gone differently.
Monthly Archive for January, 2004
Adam drives a truck.
This weekend, we went to the Erotic Museum in Hollywood. We saw Marilyn Monroe, Betty White, Long Dong Silver, John Holmes, creepy infrared porn, and the Nimbus 2000. There was even a hands-on exhibit where you could put on gloves and play with lubed-up sex toys. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to take pictures inside the museum. So, instead, you get a picture of Adam Goodwin inside a little truck. Sorry.
This truck has big, swinging balls.
If you look closely at this picture, you will see that this truck has a big, swinging pair of plastic balls hanging from it. Apparently, this is some sort of new trend amongst people who drive large vehicles. I am not sure why. I suppose it is meant to suggest virility, or at least the willingness to use a piece of plastic to compensate for the lack of actual testicles. I hope women don’t get caught up in this trend. If Stephanie puts a big vagina on our new Saturn, I’m going to be very unhappy.
Adam Goodwin Goes Wild, Starts Website
After emerging from the woods and claiming to have discovered fire, Adam Goodwin focused his considerable design skills on the task of creating a website that would fool people into thinking he was Jewish. Finally, after years of hard procrastination, his efforts have paid off. Go check out kosher-pixels.com and see how everything turned out!
This picture has nothing to do with anything.
I just bought an Esquivel CD, and the liner notes had this to say about Space Age Bachelor Pad Music:
The phrase “Space Age Bachelor Pad Music” was coined by artist Byron Werner, of Los Angeles, in the mid-1980s to describe a genre of Eisenhower-Kennedy era instrumental pop. Werner summed up the style in a 1990 interview in the desktop publication Audio Carpaetorium: “use of a theremin, discordant harmonies, exaggerated stereo effects, zippy, optimistic melodies.” The original target market, he says, was “lonely guys with too much disposable income who are nitpicky about their stereos.”
If this sounds like you, I recommend you pick up an Esquivel album as soon as possible.
