Kevin the cat, a mewview

Yesterday after getting off work I decided to stop by KC and Corys casita house. While walking through the front door KC nonchalantly mentions he got a new cat. Upon seeing the tiny cat, I briefly thought it was Manga (Martha(sunny)), who recently went missing, except this cat was much smaller and his tail did not look like a bushy squirrel tail. He immediately bit me. His name is Kevin, which is a good name for a cat I think, or a guy who wears jean jackets with jeans. Kevin is good at jumping on stuff and ok at climbing things, except that the things he climbs are often people and he uses his tiny claws too much. This is a claw of a flaw, but one everyone is quite willing to overlook because we will all love him forever. We all have reasons to like Kevin. For instance I like his white boots. Kc likes his white tummy, and Ryan likes the white around his eyes. He is slightly stubby, low to the ground, a really fast runner, and sometimes after he bites you he licks you, which i take it is a small cats version of an apology. All kittens are cute and Kevin is certainly no exception, because hes cuter. Since he's pawing at my heart strings, three out of three chompin' kitts.

"Realistic" Cassette Recorder- a review

One night I was hanging out with a friend of mine and he told this really, really funny joke, and I would tell it to you, except that I can't remember what the joke was anymore.

It's such a bummer, and I decided I should start recording my friend's jokes and other things that aren't jokes too.

I invested in a hand-held cassette recorder, the brand is called "Realistic," which I thought sounded like a very promising brand name for a cassette recorder. Custom manufactured in Thailand. For Radio Shack. What could go wrong?

Well, apparently a lot of things. Everything sounds all muffled and it records all the wrong things entirely. Battery life blows, too. Unless you are trying to start a low-fi experimental punk side project, I would recommend something else.

Two out of five bad mix tapes.

Ryan's driving: a review

We stood carrying bags and jackets at Ryan's driveway, he came out of his house, naked for all the world to see, he wasn't expecting us so soon. This struck me as odd considering he was the one who had planned our departure time. He jumped back into his house, which gave Carlos, Ian, and I a few minutes to inspect the vehicle. Books, jewelry, pamphlets about the existence or non existence of God, spray cans, empty CD cases, ancient french fries, straws, loose change, one pepper shaker, one flip flop, one unopened can of Simpler Times, one black shoe, jewels, socks, tapes with no cases, cases with no tapes, beanies, loose papers of homework, belts, drug paraphernalia, and some other items which had questionable identities.

We were headed to LA for an art exhibition by some artists called the Date Farmers, because we wanted to prove to everyone how cultured, open-minded, and well-read we all were. And to hob knob. Because it sounds cool.

Ryan's mother walked outside, long hair and socks, and asked just one thing of us, "Please make sure Ryan doesn't get any parking tickets, I can't afford anymore." And with that she walked back inside. Ryan's little brother covertly peeked his head diagonally out from inside the front door, and I walked over to say hello. He almost frantically replied, "No habla ingles." Then uttered some other Spanish phrases which weren't coherent enough for me to bother translating. I kind of half-laughed, walked away, confused, back to the comfort of my friends.

Ryan walked outside, now fully clothed. "I thought you would have cleaned out your car before we left" I joked. Ryan replied, "I did clean it!" Which I somehow believed. His trunk held a wide variety of larger items, we crammed our bags in and they conformed to whatever shape the remaining space allowed, coats, hats, cameras, more books, art, more tapes, more drug paraphernalia, towels, blankets, pillows, slammed the trunk shut before everything fell out, and we hit the road.

The sun had melted the sky into an red hot orange and violet watercolor. Almost immediately Ryan packed a bowl, and we got super stony, The Talking Heads tape Ryan was playing suddenly made sense, and everyone sat quietly in a little car bubble of appreciation. We had to stop in Cabazon because Ryan had not eaten all day and needed a large burrito. This was inconvenient, and it gave Ryan heartburn. The rest of the drive consisted of angry, sludgy punk music. In Los Angeles Ryan calculated a beautiful display of parallel parking. One straight shot, beautiful composition, equal amounts of space in front and back, not to mention the consistency in the measurement of space between the curb and car. We were impressed.

All in all, a pretty decent experience. Ryan almost forgot where his car was once, but he found it quickly. He did lose his glasses once, but he found them rather quickly also. He also likes to pack bowls and smoke them while he is driving. But he does this rather well. So if you really like listening to the Talking Heads or the Grateful Dead, and you don't mind getting stoned while you're at it, and you enjoy burritos and don't mind the smell of cigarettes, then Ryan is the perfect driver for you.

Three out of three doobies.

Indian Wells Reviewed

On a daily basis some of you pass through what has recently become known as Indian Wells. I reluctantly frequent this destination five days a week for work. This city seems to have allusive boundaries: a small strip along hwy 111, the tennis garden (which seems like it should be a part of palm desert), and mysterious housing developments against the mountains. I wonder what it takes to become a city? It seems like all you need is a bunch of money and a city hall. Even the cities website seems as if it is for some spa get-a-way. For those of us who can't afford the million dollar homes and who don't care for gorgeous golf courses, what is this city truly? Is it merely one more place to get pulled over driving from Indio to Palm Springs? Well pretty much, however it does have other things to offer. It is an area where pursed lipped ladies, and people who don't know how to tip at restaurants, can purchase million dollar homes. I can't think of any better place to drive 10 miles per hour under the speed limit in a foreign car. For me this well is half empty,

5 out of 5 motorcycle dicks

Cory's blog review: a review

Lets not kid ourselves here, ODPD isn't exactly serious, relevant, or helpful in many ways, but I'd like to at least say we try our best to deliver some sort of truth and opinion while maintaining a level of interest and entertainment. Though Cory has had his journalistic gems in the past his recent review of our blog didn't amount to the standards we've strived for, and for this I apologize on his behalf.

The content of the post is shamefully lackluster especially since the potential is very clear, a great idea for a review which should have been able to write itself, or shelley should have written it as it WAS her idea. So, again, I apologize on Cory's behalf to Shelley.

I must also point out the disregard for our standard picture rating system in this particular post, which our 8 followers have praised us for in the past. This flop was full of structural neglect in general.

If anything Cory was lazy, and as an American citizen who has had his bouts with lazy demons (as many of us have fallen victim to in this blessed nation), I understand and forgive him as we all should. Nonetheless this dick is at half mast, coming in at 1 literal penis out of 5 Dicks.

Gillette Odor shield: a review

Today I went out and bought a Gillette gift package, as a gift for myself. It included the following items:

future glide pro Gillette razor

blue glide moisturizing shaving gel/creme

heated ex-foliating facial wash and scrub

Gillette Odor shield deodorizer stick

All of the pre-mentioned items were up to par except for the deodorizer. Its sticky white consistency left my armpit area looking like a yucca plant covered with clumpy snow. In addition, something amongst its many bizarre ingredients seemed to make me sweat more than my usual amount( which is already a lot). However the deodorizer's scent complimented my natural musk. Which is commonly described as perfume combined with BO. Unfortunately I am stuck with this stick. 2 out of 2 pit stains.

one dick per day: a review website reviewed

About a month ago Ryan and I had the idea to make a blog reviewing things that happen in our day to day life. We joked "Yeah we can like review the weather and like stuff no one cares about." Unfortunately our joke turned reality. Seven posts later we went live(posting it on facebook). We are now 6 followers strong and have an average of 7 views per day. This number seems like it should be higher considering the fact that I view it at least 6 times per day. I began to wonder what keeps this number so low? Is it the fact that our daily blog only has posts every 4 days. Or maybe it is the concept of the blog itself. A blog of things that no one cares about. I wonder what people think when they hear the name. "Is this one of those blogs that shows different pictures of dicks every day?" Maybe this impression might lure people in. Who knows? Who cares?

1 out of an infinite amount of blogs.

Thanksgiving: a review

Thanksgiving is a time to share with family, celebrate the harvest and the coming holidays, and of course, to give thanks. Its a celebration dating back to the foundation of this country i.e. slaying natives and the oppression of those weaker than ourselves.

My holiday was consistent of years passed, my grotesquely overweight family gathered around slop, grandma blathering about the weather in between racist undertones with her arm fat dancing wildly in the autumn light, dad's passionate yelling at the television, the daggers in the eyes of my step mother and the falsehoods i lay in conversations about returning

to school while simultaneously pretending to know about sports.

If you enjoy your family covered in boatloads of gravy this holiday is for you, but this turkey aint basted. This celebration gets 3 big ol' fat guys!