Bruner Blog

I was in Sydney for week on business a couple of weeks ago. Reminded me a lot of the Bay Area, with more city and fewer Californians. Pretty place, seems very livable, met some nice people. Altogether, however, it was hard to justify the 25 hours of flying time for a bunch of white people who basically seemed like they could be Californians with funny accents. I even said as much to a handful of Australians, who all agreed they had a lot in common culturally with Americans, more so than Brits. No one was even offended by the suggestion. What kind of foreigners are those who wouldn’t bristle at being called “like Americans”?

This photo was a highlight. A group of slacker guys in their late 30s/early 40s from the looks of them, riding a bike off this pier repeatedly. The stunt itself was thrilling for a few seconds, then it took then 10-20 minutes to fish the bike out of the water and haul it back up. I went by later to the spot and looked in, and the water looked alarmingly shallow. I’ve done silly things like this in my days, but I don’t know that I would have been comfortable seeing the bottom of the bay floor so clearly. The water’s just too clean for that much fun.

I asked this guy for his email address, proposing to email the photo. “I’m living in a hostel!” was his somewhat cryptic reply.

One of the joys of blogging is finding your own site come up on the first page of Google when you search for something. Another amusing game is to see what search phrases lead people to your site by browsing your referrer logs.

It turns out people who find my site are normally searching for really filthy things, which, by coincidence, apparently I blog about all the time. Here are some choice search terms where Bruner Blog currently comes up on the first page (or there abouts) on Google:

* four hour erection
* pornaments
* unicycle sex
* Bulgarian Bar
* skateboarding dog
* playing piano with his balls (I get more traffic on that than you might think)
* extra slutty
* perpendicular mohawk
* chinese airport security
* ny topless
* Zwack Unicum
* chicken ass
* tiny penis

I’m so very proud. Especially of that last one, which is new. (It’s not the meat, it’s the motion, seriously!)

Last night two college buddies were in town, and we made good on our promise to sing at Arlene’s Grocery Rock ‘n’ Roll Karaoke. Seen here is one of two clips of my buddy (who prefers to remain unnamed on the Internet, so we’re calling him Ballamac) nailing The Doors’ “Roadhouse Blues.”

Here are the links to Part I and Part II.

Actually, his first choice song choice was “Brown-eyed Girl” by Van Morrison, but when he was invited on stage, the MC told him, “I’ve got some bad news for you: we’re not doing ‘Brown-eyed Girl.” We’re not sure if that was because it would have killed the Rock ‘n’ Roll mood of the first hard-rocking eight or so songs, or because the fill-in musicians for the regular house band didn’t know it; the MC didn’t elaborate. On the spot, Ballamac chose “Roadhouse Blues” — the MC was skeptical — and he hit it out of the park. That may not come through in this crappy recording, but the audience was totally with him, he was right on the tune and sold it with gusto.

I sang, too: “Creep” by Radiohead, as promised. I was told I nailed it, too, but unfortunately Ballamac didn’t quite know how to run the camera and it got switched off video, but he did catch a couple crazy-looking snapshots:

Regular Bruner Blog readers may have noticed that in recent weeks some pencil dick hacker has been taking over my homepage. He’s posted a few different versions of his own homepage, including this one most recently:

Ironically, he used that last one twice, so I guess it wasn’t really a “final caution” after all, was it, ass gobbler? More like a final and a penultimate caution perhaps? Oooooooo! I’m askeered! I want my mommy!

Strangely, he also keeps featuring his email address: bboy_zouhir@hotmail.com . Please feel free to sign him up for all the gay porn mailing lists you can get your hands on.

What’s most irritating is I have no one to blame for this more than my blogging software, MovableType by SixApart. The version I’m using, Version 3.121, recommended I set up MT in its own directory and leave all permissions set to 777, meaning anyone on the system (i.e., my hosting service, I guess) has permission to write into my directories. Great.

There’s a workaround for this, which I won’t bother explaining in details, as this turd burglar obviously understands this stuff better than I do so I don’t want to do him any favors, but it would seem to require me to move the directory where I have MT installed. I’ve already invested a few hours in figuring this much out, and I so don’t have time to figure out how to move or reinstall MT at this point. I’m probably going to find some friend I can beg or pay to do it for me eventually. Meanwhile, I must turning on and off the permissions every time I post, which is tedious, especially when I blog drunk and forget to secure the permissions after posting and he comes and hacks me again, which is what happened last time.

If anyone from SixApart feels bad about this and wants to come fix it for me for free in exchange for me saying nice things about them here, feel free. Michael? Anil? Grrr.

Save the date: Monday night, 11pm, Feb 12, I shall be singing “Creep” by Radiohead at Arlene’s Grocery’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Karaoke.