just a few more things i forgot.
the chocolate bar, my place of business, was mentioned earlier, but the link never materialized. sorry about that, blake.
also, i went on a float trip this weekend. nine of us rented rafts and floated down the meramac river. suzi and i were in the only two person raft, but since each raft only got two paddles, we actually moved the fastest for lack of weight. some impressions:
i am from east tennessee, home of the ocoee river. if you haven't heard of the ocoee, you must have missed the white water events for the '96 atlanta olympics. when i think of float trip, i never expect that a lot of floating is going to be done. i think excitement, rapids, warnings, and guides. i don't think beer and cigarettes and eating while on river. this midwestern existence is killing me.
guy on the canoe with the rebel flag tattoo: she's a pomeranian. we just shaved her for the summer, and she was in the water. she loves it when we shave her. that's why she looks like that.
i don't know if he meant the rat standing on the bank near him, one of his two children, or his wife.

souxsie and i babysat her niece tonight. i like babies. they taste like... no this is a kinder, gentler geronimo. those motherfuckers bounce like superballs. no, again, just kidding. i really do like babies, strange as it may seem. and once i get warmed up to them, they generally like me too. baby emily was no exception.
i love beer.

jacqueline, a realtor from down the street, gave me the james brown boxed set today. imagine my surprise. it seems that she and her husband are dj's by night, and she just burned a copy for me. it's great to know generous people.
a girl came in today with her boyfriend.
Girl: Do you sell the truffles, like, individually?
G: (slight sarcasm) Yeah.
Girl: so those are like, two-packs and three-packs?
G: that's right.
Girl: How many truffles come in a three-pack?
And the boyfriend, hiding his face in his hands, walked to the door.
thank god for intelligent people.
thank god for suzi.
thank god there is no god.
and god bless the united states of america.
what in the name of satan is wrong with us. i'm not exactly in favor of the idea to go to war with a country who we already went to war with two years past; i'm also no pacifist. but warfare should be personal, and the only thing we're taking personally is not killing a guy in the first place. if our fearless leader wants the guy dead so badly, why doesn't he do it.
by the way, i'm only speaking of our iraqi foe here... i have no beef with the killing of the binny bin, as long as we don't give out free cups of "friendly fire" to undeserving bystanders.
wow, this has turned too political too quickly. better end on a high note.
this is a quick tribute to liz, a big part of my blog inspiration.
Your mama's so existentialist, she'd let anyone Phil her Osophy!

alright, first of all, my two dogs got into my cigarettes. that's right, i caught them both trying to inhale but failing miserably, because their lips don't work like that. ok, so they just ate three of them and coated the filters of the rest with dog slobber and hair (of as yet undetermined origin).
second, pete townshend is a jerkoff.
third, i don't think i get this blog shit yet.
fourth, i auditioned for the rocky horror show this evening, and i don't think they'll give me a part. well, i don't know. i sang fairly well, but only on the second time. if they had let me sing my audition song a cappella, would have been better. oh well. that'll show me not to come without sheet music, even if you did find out about the audition only three hours earlier.
fifth, and finally, so far, mild inebriation and blogging mix well.

ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, go fuck yourselves! or, your choice of consenting partners, or failing that, cut a hole in a watermelon.
nonetheless....
my name is geronimo. i expect that this blog will be of limited interest, limited to those people unfortunate enough to know me in person who are taking bets as to the date of my death. anyone else who stumbles onto this site should probably run away from the computer as fast as you can. i'm serious. it's bad for your eyes.
here's a little about myself. i am an actor and a coffee monkey. this means i make coffee for the masses and also pretend to like them. i am good at only one at a time, so if i seem really nice, your cappucino will suck. or perhaps not.
i work at a lovely little establishment called the chocolate bar. anyone litereate who has flown american airlines in the last two months has a pretty decent chance of having heard of us. if you haven't, you may look at , or you can skip it if you don't approve of my shameless plug.
i am also an actor on stage, not just behind a counter. more on that later, i'm sure.
it's twenty-three days until my birthday (and only twenty till alissa's).