Volcanus the Couch Guy

We had mission GO! this last Friday. It was Jamal’s bachelor party and we got him prepared,
He wasn't too happy about it but we were:
As Jamal objects to ...
We had a non-objectification of women bachelor party. The overarching theme to what amounted to a lovable roasting of herr comic book genius was Bizarro and the desacration of Superman.

We learned alot about Jamal, some of which can be shared with the world, like:

1. he spent 6 months as "that couch guy" on the circle
2. he's been named many times:
i. volcanus
ii. couch dude
iii. fluffy lips
3. he snores sounds like rapid semi-automatic tank munitions.
4. he spent many years on the run... what we term as the lost years.
5. he likes his ladies three sheets to the wind [fiance notwithstanding]

Check out the images, they speak for themselves.

The opening toast.
A John Gulager angle on the row of Jameson shot glasses with an excited Anindya. [You reality t.v. geeks oughta know John Gulager, think Feast.]
Jamal assuming his regular position.And then we roasted!
SUCCESS!











Later night drunk fine dining!

Jamal's you're a great sport. Take comfort in the knowledge that you never had a choice.

Thank all you guys who came Friday, it was great seeing you all and we had a wonderful time. Stay tuned for the Wedding That Would Not Die!

Finding Forever

Just finished listening to the new Common album, Finding Forever. It's tight and righteous and picks up where Water for Chocolate left off. Peep it. I vibed most with the tracks The People and Maybe Black.

Southside of the Chi: "lean with it, rock with it, black like the disciples,/know when the use the bible and when to use the rifle/you rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle!/"

-Come on, that was too nice. Or to quote my dumb-ass students: "Yo, that shit was hot-to-def, yo!"

Nuptial of the Nerds!!!!!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. There was so much energy after the Comic Con and then personal tragedy struck. A death in the family, in fact the family matriarch. I shut down in a manner of speaking. The grieving process continues in my own pathological manner; but today I want to focus on a little bit of beauty.

Went to a close friend’s wedding last week, actually two of those motherfuckers I know from High School got married: Gene and Russ. Coincidentally they no longer speak to one another and chose not to invite each other to their weddings. Ironies of ironies, the wedding were 100 miles and 24 hours apart. They were both really great ceremonies and the receptions were more fitting to each other’s personalities. Jeanne and gene had a huge lavish party at hall befitting a poor sultan, with us dancing up a storm, where I must add the De Cicco clan does not fuck around when it comes to the dance floor. Hollah! Russell’s wedding was very cultured, sensible and rooted in tradition. It was weird watching a well-scrubbed Russ and I do mean well-scrubbed macking his wife every so often. I mean full tongue suction action, I’m buying him and Jessica a spittoon for Christmas, I mean Hanukah!

At one point during Gene’s wedding I got social shell-shocked and needed a break. It’s my nature to flee large gatherings after too much exposure to people. [I’m allergic to humanity.] I took a walk, along the way dragging an iron lawn chair and looked on at the shooting water works in the center of the man made lake. Three weeping willows with bright white garland string lights served as my night sky. I sat there a good minute and released self for as long as I could. The Breakfast Club is all but married out, with James and myself as the holdouts. As the theory goes James is gay so that makes me half gay. As James owns a hard drive on the brink of self-destruction because of his big-ass Brazilian girls fetish and the fact that I don’t like cock! Destroys that ever-revolving rumor. I can’t speak for Zaccheo but I’m Ronin. Hai! May haps one day. But not today, nor tomorrow will see me saddled. I’m going to follow a good friends advice: put your head down, do your art, play it out. Whatever happens happens, either way you’re involved with creation.

Congratulations you motherfucking fucks!