I’m about 2/3 through Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs and I can see why Arlo recommended it. Some of things Klosterman talks about are interesting, some I take issue with, but most seem like the type of ravings that a particularly astute fellow would bellow after 10 bong hits and an hour of watching Double Dare on the Games and Sports Network at two in the morning. Uh, in Pacifica. I’m certainly not coming out of this reading a devout follower of the Church of Chuck, but I’d love to get drunk and chat about it with someone.
I apparently exist in a social vacuum wherein no one will lay claim to my allegiance. Traditional media insists that “Generation X” is defined as anyone born between 1965 and 1977. On the other side of the fence, (and believe me, this varies more and is somewhat less specific) I’ve seen the media define Generation Y (or “What Came Next,” or any of the other banal shit they use to define generations these days) as anyone born between 1980 and 2000. I just checked Wikipedia, however, and it defines Y as being born between 1978 and 1999. Whatever; the point is I was born in 1978. The Point Is that I’m either the youngest Gen Xer or the Grandaddy of the Gen Yers (I mean, christ, I’m sharing that classification with some 6 year old shit right now, and I’m 28).
All in all, who cares what fucking generation I fall into? Some do, I shouldn’t, but I make a note of it just because Klosterman’s book is about all the popular culture Gen Xers, people who fall into that age range, experienced and it is the shit I grew up in. Sugary cereal, fucking Star Wars and Saved by the Bell. The major difference, and perhaps the reason I shouldn’t be considered part of Gen X is that while I experienced all the same stuff, it was at a vastly different level of perception. These kids were 15 years old in 1985, I was 7. It’s funny that Klosterman relates that Empire Strikes Back was the first movie he attended in a theater, it was my first movie-going experience as well, but being 3 I don’t remember much beyond being vaguely scared of Dagobah and wanting to own Yoda as a pet.
The other place we part ways is Music; I feel comfortable saying that I didn’t really listen to music in any way until I was a freshman in high school and I got my first CD player. My first CD ever: Weird Al. My second CD ever: Pearl Jam Vs. That puts me so out of the realm of musical consciousness that I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but there you go. Everything I know today about 80s music (and boy oh boy it still ain’t much) I’ve learned in the last 5 years.
I think I’m a weirdo, though. My memory is horrible (bordering on tragic, which borders on having some sort of early Alzheimer’s) and I don’t remember things well at all. Talk to me about something that happened 6 months ago; you’ll see. In the end, I’ll probably need whazzmaster.com just to chronicle my life for me. “What? I knew a guy called ‘the madd scientist’? What?”
Cal I got to put the book down and read somthing with cars in it. NO MORE HORSES.
… for a little while.
NorCal in SoCal was a hit, a real club banger.
He arrived wit his gurl late Friday night bearing many gifts (South American chocolates, Swiss literature, Californian wine, olive oil). Since Parker is allergic to jerks, they had to stay at The Whitehouse. Our pal Mr. Whitehouse, a fellow travel nurse, completed his assignment and moved back to Milwaukee, but had his apartment through this week. It was still furnished with rental furniture, including a vacuum, so we brought over some blankies and wine glasses and TP and made them a fine home away form home. Thanks Nova Pro!
Saturday morning we all had brekie in La Jolla. Cla’s lady is French but raised in England, so we learned a host of fun new words. Have to say, she really bucks the Rita-type I’ve grown to tolerate. She’s very nice, very pretty and she stole a magic magnetic butter knife from the Brocton Villa. The knife is now proudly displayed on my mantel next to our wedding portrait.
After that Cal and his pal went to the zoo. Jessi had to work and I’m sick of the zoo so we gave them our ID’s and our zoo passes (we’re members of the SD Zoological Klan so we get unlimited free admission). The scam worked and they got in for free. What they did there, I do not know.
For din din we made the requisite stop for fish tacos and after that we called it an early night. We are getting old.
Sunday was the Charger game so traffic blocked us in until the game started (we live less than a mile from the stadium) but once freed we hit the marina where, per pa Hedling’s orders, we toured the Maritime Museum. Highlight: the Russian Sub. Lowlight: the picture of Russell Crow in the boat used in Master and Commander. After that we toured Hillcrest where we bought used books and ate BLT’s and vegetarian chili.
Finished the day watching the Chargers lose, napping and then dining downtown at Indigo Grill where Cal put away a gigantic steak. Believe it or not.
Good times, my friends.
my first batch of CD’s (in 6th grade):
1) Billy Joel “River of Dreams”
2) “The Lion King” soundtrack
3) Aerosmith “Get a Grip”
wow, thank god i know something about music now.
I like to consider myself a gen-Xer but have been told by people 10 years older than me that i’m dreamin’ at that classification.
Yes I concur it was a wonderful time with our NorCal friends. They were excellent company and very generous in treating us to the museum and brekkie and Indigo Gril which we had been longing to go to. It was some much needed time with good friends and I am only sad that we do not live closer and that they are not moving back to Madison as well. Hopefully we can get a magical southwest flight and see them in NorCal for pennies before we move.
That was a relatively epic post from wwhazz, good to see he’s still got the chops. Well, late this evening spacebee and I will ship off for parts unknown, a.k.a. Illinois. I’ll be doing customer visits on Thursday, and Friday – Sunday is reserved for me hating on the Chicago Bears. Note that spacebee never reads whazzmaster so there’s no worry of her seeing my Haterade. Tonight is also the Badger/Purdue home game and I hope to find some tickets somewheres.
madd? are you out there?
My first album? Weird Al- Dare to be Stupid
(co-owned with my sister)
First tape? Digital Underground- Sex Packets
(borrowed from my aunt and never given back)
First CD? Dr. Dre- The Chronic
(str8 up purchased at Sam Goody)
You can’t get too hard on yourself for liking weird shit when you were a kid. You were a kid: at one point you pooped in your pants and enjoyed playing with plastic keys. I mean, Sex Packets is really good, but MTV and Humpty’s what drew me in. Weird Al… we already talked about that, and Dr was simple following the herd. Ain’t nothing but a whazz thang, baby.
I got a couple winners
First Tape:
Def Leopard – Pyromania
First CD:
PM Dawn
that book is SWEDISH by the way. SWEDISH! and i did the same thing… i read the first couple chapters and put it down. but soon the questions nagged at me… what happened in that rock kingdom? what about the Nilsa nose? i had to read on…
I wasn’t super turned off by it; it wasn’t drunk and groping me at 3am like ewhazz: I’m just sick of the 1800′s for now.
The first song I ever downloaded? Everlong Foo Fighters. It was part of a free 10-song package I got for buying cornflakes or something from Ralphs. Other gems from the 10-pack:
John Cena and the Trademarks, The Time is Now
Puddle of Mudd, Blurry
the Eurythmics, I Saved the World Today
Bubba Sparxxx, Deliverance
Mercury Rev, Goddess on the Hiway
NWA 100 Miles and Runnin
Dirty Mouf, In Milwaukee
Winter Machine, Play Nintendo
Nickleback, Figured You Out.
i really hate “i saved the world today,” sorry wwhazz. the PP peeps wanted us to get the rights to that for the docu and i immediately said, um NO THANKS. i do like annie lenox though–any chic who can pull off a men’s tuxedo is cool in my book.
hollar!…the jacobs would like to recognize the madd birthday today…happy birthday, fewl…
indeed…bday madd, happy.
That kid’s bday sure sneaks up on ya. I’m pretty sure he’s still internetless in the desert (at least he was yesterday), but happy madd day, madd!
PS
you can still call him for the maddpower.com rant of the day (.99 a min.). You might get a stunning expose on telecomunications, you might get a bad beat story, you might get a song.
HOLLLLLLLLLARIT!
thanks for the birthday wishes, jerks. ewaz, your story oozes with potential. don’t fuck it up. the mob won’t chase him… would be mobbish acquaintainces will. overnight his powers and connections spawn a mob. a mob he never intended on being ultimately responsible for. lets just stop playing this game and just admit you dreamt up this story line to justify going to every brewers home game for “research” to your lady friend.
are we going to explore how these powers work? is the hero controlling everything, or just empowering his team to win utilizing their own ewazzified merit? i think it works better that way… but all the power he now commands, that ultimately ends up commanding him makes him grow ever anxious with less ability to concentrate. liquor is all that calms him. your lady friend will have to understand this new facet of your research. hunger, although not proven to affect his powers comes into question, so to be on the safe side he has 1 hot dog, 1 brat and 1 polish at ever game as well just to stay on the safe side of research. cheerleaders get jealous of the hero as they grow aware of his powers. all cheerleaders have this ability to spot other individuals with team altering mental telepathy. that is their business and they don’t like 3rd party consultants. so now the gaming mob, the cheerleading mob and every hot dog vendor in the stadium are all on your toes. your lady friend grows suspicious of your constant involvement with the cheerleaders and joins the squad behind your back. her cheering distracts you and your powers are worthless, BUT BUT BUT she is such a good cheerleader that the home team continues to win and no one is the wiser! you make great pals with a food vendor named craig and start getting all your hotdogs comped. you stop paying attention to the game. the cheerleader your lady friend replaced, who just happened to be the biggest fan on the squad, notices you and starts coming around. you bang her. and it all comes crashing down.
phoenix: this place is extremely lame.
First Record: Michael Jackson, the one with Thriller on it…
First Tape: Billy Joel–Storm Front (wha???)
First CD: A mix of “hit” songs including artists like Salt n’ Pepper and Taylor Dayne (sp?)
Ugh. I’m sweating with shame…
1. Rumthumb… crap. I should have stopped in Madison. Actually, I almost did, but I couldn’t remember your address in my mental rolodex. Then on the way back I stopped to see the ‘rents (which was today).
2. Happy birthday w-whaz. I will call you.
3. Ewaz. Look, I reserve the right to say “WE” simply because I helped bankroll the project. And because I had a housefull of guests who looked at my sideways the rest of the weekend. BUT… I say it only because I think it is funny, not because I’m wagging my finger at you. Get arrested in central Wisconsin, and feel free to give me a call. I’d bail you out of the slammer any day of the week.
4. Madd, your post was so long that I didn’t read it, but welcome back.
5. Timmer, HI! How are you doing? How is Lynn? Care to post your first post?
6. “A Sheep-Pig, that’s silly” quoth Hadley’s toy.
7. Whazzmaster, are you enjoying Wisconsin winter? You seem giddy about the dnow.
That’s all for now.
adios.
Also, my brother gave me the digital underground CD for Christmas and a kid borrowed it and never gave it back… ben unbihaun was his name, maybe?
holllarit! happybirthday madd! happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday!
thanks cal. i’m going to see your minnesnowta homie the gay robot in tempe hairyzona either tonight or tomorrow or the next day or the day after that.
1st tape: DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince – he’s the dj, i’m the rapper (1988)
1st cd: RBL Posse – A lesson to be learned (1993)
2nd cd: too $hort – get in where u fit in (1993)
i put the 2nd cd since u likely won’t know who rbl posse is. i think that is how it went becuz i got ‘homebase’ on tape (1991). u know, the only album where the fresh prince cusses & says bitch. i was a tape man for a while.
feel my fanatical flow, here i go, here i go
when i show, it’s a win. when i don’t, it’s a no
i straight stole the show, and now i know how responsibilities grow
i got a duty, and the tools to see it through in me
it’s just too many innings just might not be in me
lifes short, and the demands be too many
like cal in a hole in a sign; it’s too funny
like looking for whats missin in zachary penny
money makes ewaz work.
hos make my dick twirk
and i’m out
ma’am, i am aware that you witnessed my illuminated taillight
it’s now been 3 months…you best not have forgotten me!
what is “to twirk” exactly? i would like to see nick too. you are lucky. when will he be back in san francisco? find out! if you happen to run into him on the street tell him you and I are pals. he’ll be like: who? maybe not though. maybe not!. i’m ready for it to be the end of winter. all i want to do is sleep. stupid winter.
madddd, so glad to see you’ve reclaimed your seat as most powerful poster from cal and ewaz! i was getting worried.
i’m STRANGE.
hello to binki irwin (isn’t that her name?) the jungle girl? binki? holy cow, ronni! we were nearly in love there. i read you blog a few times ronnie. If I have a daughter, guess what Imma call her? Imma name her ronni. ronni how do you like being back in the COLD! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA actually it’s just as cold here so… i heard about your uncle ronnie too i’m sorry… hey why don’t you blog about your old pal cal? it’s as good a subject as any. you could talk about my likes and dislikes. my pinky finger, my recent trip to san diego. my relationship with the skeezer. hey in good old nor cal it’s nearly five suckers so PEACE.
“to twirk”: to work something over with a series of coherent twitches
Madd: what is going on with neteller? What now?
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGG.
now i build skynet and set into motion the apocolypse. enjoy your stay.
steve irwin’s daughter is named bindi. not bikini. bindi in an aligator skin bikini would be well worth capturing on film. just for the strangeness. S.K.E. strangest kid ever. i’d like to ensure that procedures are in place that will inform me of her goings ons when she’s 20. OOH! what if bindi sue irwin played the uggo cheerleader that got cut for ewaz’z hero’s love interest? it’s totally believable because she’s so strange.
How do you people even know this girl? Cal, you don’t even have a tv.
Internet poker now is dead, for real. In some ways, it died with party and pokerroom. I was in the ICU, and now the life support (neteller) is off and the last gasps were good and painful:
$33 multi: lose AK to K10 all in preflop for a massive pot near the bubble.
$115 18-man: 5th (top 4 pay). Worth noting: lost 3 flips (1010 to KQ, 77 to KQ, AQ to JJ) with 4 left.
1700 player point qualifier for 215$ ticket: 3rd (top 1 pays) lost KK to AK… My KK.
300 player point qualifier for 215$ ticket:
19th of 36. Went out with 45h on 6h7xJh board to AK who called my all in on the flop.
I leave fulltilt having never made a final table.
bill O’R and stephen colbert on each other’s shows…now that is some good TV i tell you.
scientist, wasn’t your birthday on the 17th? We tried to post birthday wishes on the 17th, but apparently it was already the 18th in whazzmaster time (see post #14). Are you doing anything special/ crazy/ romantic/ fun for your birthday this weekend? Do tell…
yes, my birthday was on the 17th. rach-o brought me home some KFC. that is the extent of any celebration. you know what pisses me off? i fucking LOVE fried chicken, and somehow the world has twisted together a stereotype that all richly toned americans love fried chicken and i’m led to believe that some people take offense to this… not really sure who, but it’s always said in a negative tone usually coupled with something about watermelons (also delicious). anyways… it’s fucking bullshit. who WOULDN’T love fried chicken?! it’s fucking great. yet racists and would be racist flusher outters continue to whip this tool around like it accomplishes anything. it purely ridiculous.
steve irwin dying was international news… the wife and daughter and baby are all that is left to photograph… if you’ve seen that kid, you know it. she is crazy strange. ring around the collar, homie. filthy ring. from all that chicken.
asians love breathing.
steven colbert is an obvious joke of himself… is bill o’reily the same type of joke that i just don’t understand? could he possibly be for real? doesn’t he sexually harrass employees assigned to assist him? steven colbert does no such thing. is sexual harrassment a tool of the character bill o plays? or is he just a dick?
i’m not so sure if either one will let the other have a good show. it could get really petty and unentertaining. i think they should box and stop being pussies.
skeez why don’t you give us some commentary on your big move… did you drive? are you glad to be away from the upstairs neighbors? is it warm where you are? have you used the pool?
I died this morning. Mourn me and my flames!!!
it was your time bigelow. stop trying to speak from the grave. you’re done. just accept it.
cal, the drive was hell, and i might have to make it round trip once more. i got a flat in sante fe, a town set up just to get travelers fucked. like 8 huge 3′ diameter potholes in a row. me and rach-o both hit at least one set. i got a flat. i have low profile Z rated tires. the side wall blew. the rest of that road in sante fe: 2 motel 6′s. 2 firestone tire stores. 2 sonic drive ins. sonic looked dirty as shit and i didn’t go. fuck sonic if they would take part in this FLEECING. while i was in the store 2 other people rolled in their flats in theh same boat as me. FUCK SANTE FE.
i’m watching without limits. i’m trying to watch it in 58 minutes so i can pretend that i’ve accomplished something.
it is around 60 here this week which i’ve been told is shockingly cold. these people are all flakes. worthless.
ha. you know, i don’t like santa fe either.
but nanci pelosi’s doing good huh!
who the fuck is nanci pelosi? is she the croc hunters press consultant?
just kidding. i know who she is. she owns that car racing team. i think they make tires too. she’s probably conected to that sante fe scam i bet. fuckers didn’t have my tire, so they had to get it shipped in which meant i had to pay for another night at the local motel 6. convienient nancy. almost TOO convienient. good luck at indy this year.
strange.
wirkus i’m so sorry, i’m so obnoxious, got two hot rocks in my pocket.
wirkus i’m so sorry, i’m so obnixious, big home, palm trees and watches.
wirkus i’m so sorry, i’m so obnoxious, i don’t fear tubbs and crokett.
dude that bindy looks like you skeez. seriously.
a little don’t you see it?
cal, if you look at me and see a young girl, you have more trying issues than waiting for my response.
pre just died in the car crash. WHOOOOOOOOPS!
love
but really though, check out that strange link and tell me you can’t see the skeezer. on the reals.
Bill and Stephen on the same show will be nothing more than a circle jerk, a fake fight like WWE.
i just caught the end of it and it seems like it went down like that. as expected o’harrasser claimed to be an act and colbert posed the question “then what am i?!” end of show. dumb dumb dumb. politics reduces potential to zero.
“politics reduces potential to zero.”
Yeah, but the idea was good, like celebrity deathmatch.
Neither guy could afford to job…
Same thing ruins many a good wrestling match.
I want Doyle and the whole Full Tilt gang pu tin jail for life. FOR LIFE. Crooks. POKER IS AGAINST THE LAW. LOCK THEM UP.
Play with the pros.
Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure Full Tilt. One question though: where are they? The place is empty. Not a single pro on-line on friday night. Know somehting that you’re not sharing, assholes?
Jail.
I want Doyle Brunson to die in jail.
David Singer too, for getting me chat banned for using the word “clt” and “girldik”.
One time me and lawman made running shoes using my waffle maker, just like Pre did.
Eeeeeeek.
K-Cars,
Sorry about the phone call. It’s 8:00 here and I never guessed you’d be sleeping.
now now, scientist, your pal al franken really, really scathingly hates o’reilly, and, of course, likes political comedians so you better play the game here if you want to run that campaign like we plotted out one night in the pub…
Hey rumthumbs.
Yo madd,
I’m doing this soon:
http://www.hmlanding.com/
Holllarit it back if you and your lady want in on the action.
hey rumthumbs.
dude you’re hunting squid??? why? squid are the philosophers of the sea! poor squid. hey man if you ever get through to the k-cars ask them how it felt to be dominated by good ol’ cal in fantasy football. did it feel good? did he love it? i figured his team would lie down when they faced me. actually twice, twice i dominated his bunch o’ losers. i am great. man, that was great. to completely dominate like that. just play and win, that’s my style.
I dont want to hunt them. I just want to watch. Really, I will be rooting for the squid. I want some drunk tourist to fall in and get it.
Holy madd batman! Belated bday to you Sign-Tist! Thanks for rappin’ at me like Anchower. It has been a while. I am getting into things with the story, and shall take your advice. Sadly, I may have to change my name to Domesticwhazz. My girlfriend finally got the dog she has always wanted. It is a West Highland White Terrior. er-terror! Lily is her name, and although I was against it, she is so damn cute! She never sleeps, especially at night. Domesticwhazz is born.
W-Whazz-could you post a few of the titles of those books you got when Parker was to small to get on a futon?
I am now heading out to Rosin Christmas(extended family is too big, with too much going on until now), so I shall see everyone Monday!
poor kcar, the philosopher of the land. just kidding k-car! later eroz
I think there’s a lyric in the Ewhazz sitcom theme song about “Christmas in January”.
There’s also some trombone.
Near saturday afternoon love! Dirty pool!
Cal,
We don’t need you posting here late at night after you’ve had a glass of pino noir. Remember how pissed LT was after the Chargers lost last week? Watchit, buddy.
Ewhaz:
Puppies for Dummies is your best bet. Not that you’re a dummy or anything. It just gives you cliff note-style summary from other books and thats all you need. TRAIN THAT PUUPY NOW. Cuz you’re livign with it for the next 10 plus years (unless it gets hit by a car).
Think Wrigly vs Parker.
Hey rumthumbs and lawman:
How is your dog? Trained? Does it bite? Can it run fast? Any tricks?
I would list dog training as a certifiable skill of mine.
yeah i was just beserek last night. really really sorry kcat, your team was a formidible opponent. not the losers i made them out to be. that’s impressive that you can train dogs. you’re like the dog whisperer. ever watch that? he’s supposed to be very cool.
who was (is?) wrigley? let’s hear some stories about what wrigley ate or chewed or ruined. any of you other doggie owners can jump in here…
so what’s the over/under on hlliary? she’s got my vote. i worry that she won’t win though… remember that marketing guy “dan” at hojo? was that his name? yeah, dan. anyway we were passing the time in the Plaza Lounge one day watching the news, and hillary came on and dude sort of went off. that guy DID NOT like hillary. it was weird. but i think she has that effect on some people, they feel threatened by her. they say she “alienates” people. i disagree with them but i think there are more of them than there are of me so…
what do you think whazzmaster?
she’s got wwhazz’s vote too.
If cal says she has my vote, she has my vote. But please help me set up absentee ballot so I don’t have to get out there and mix with the Hoi polloi.
Wrigley was our friend Danny’s dog. He was a Portuguese Terrier, and even Lynn, lover of all animals, hated this beast.
Some highlights:
Once Wrigs got out of his cage and ate an entire bottle of pain medication (he had recently lost his nutz), automobile touch-up paint, a cartridge of disposable razors, and part of a blanket. Then he spun around in circles sending chains of shit from his ass like a shit-sprinkler all over the walls. He even got some of the shit on the ceiling. Then he ate a bunch of the shit and puddled this new soupy twice-baked shit all over the bed.
Once some people were looking at the apartment and their little girl crawled into his cage. He bit her and had to spend a week in Chicago Dog jail while they waited for rabies tests to come back. The dog in the cage next to his was a Rottweiler on death row fro biting off a little girls arm. Wrigs was cleared of all charges.
The dog was kind of funny put really hard to live with. He partied with parker sometimes but mostly parker hated him because he was too nutty.
Part of dog training is knowing what kind of dog you have. So get a book on your breed. Yes, Parker is easy to deal with, but he is a pug and pugs can only get into so much trouble. They have shallow mouths, they can’t jump real high or really wreck too much.
Sometimes I got to sleep with him at midnight and he sleeps with me until 9:00 am when belly gets home. Then he sleeps with her from 9:00- 3:00 pm for a total of 15 hours without eating, drinking or going to the bathroom. Also, he only needs to be walked for 1/2 hour or so and he’s cashed.
So yeah, he’s well trained, but he’s an easy breed.
the first squid i catch i’m going to beer batter, but if i get a second, i’m making CALimari.
wwhazz, happy birthday!
ewaz,
dude, we totally have matching dogs! phineas is a westie too. i agree with the knowing your breed thing and the first thing i’ll tell you about knowing westies is…skin allergies. god bless you if your lily doesn’t have them because wowza, we’ve been dealing with a lot for phineas. ie he is wearing a cone right now so that he doesn’t chew his feet.
we’ll have to meet up at a dog park or something, no? also, he’s in school right now at a great place so we’ll put in a recommendation for lily. you know, schools these days are so competitive with their SAT and ACT and LSAT requirements–dogs barely stand a chance!
Happy birthday Wirkus!
Phineas is sort of trained. He like to stare out the window a lot. And he usually listens when we tell him to stop doing something. And he’s good with his commands, but we’re still working on the full repitoire. Also,he’s on steriods right now for his skin problem, so I’m hoping he’ll bulk up a bit since he’s on the small side.
happy birthday dude. perhaps a mid-week celebration of some sort is in order.
vegas? palomar? lucky lady? ghost town? let a negroe know. i’ll bring intoxicants.
wow…rach-o…wow.
it is very likely that rach-o did not make the above post.
is there anything worth while to do in phoenix? this town is EXTRAVEGANTLY boring.
u’re closest to old towne scottsdale & tempe (mill ave). they have a fair amount of drinking/bars/clubs. tempe is more the college/asu scene. bar time is 2am. az is kewl cuz u can wear shorts to clubs. not that gay dress code shit like in san ho.
if u want to get to scottsdale take camelback east to about scottsdale road. bang a right to go south a mile or 2. there are some cheap-o bars sprinkled in thurr too as well as margarita places.
if u want a tasty burger & beer after (or before) midnite, go to delux on 32nd & camelback. north side.
too bad rach-o didn’t say that