It's a serious buzzkill when your karaoke session gets rudely interupted by the whole system crashing.

I'm riding up that monster hill up Humboldt, approaching North, and I'm pulling a kid in a trailer to boot, and I'm totally high on the fact that I'm doing this, and some dickslap broke some glass, and by the time i cross the intersection and am approaching Wright street, well, there it is.

Buzzkill.

Two days before the triathlon.

Thank God for Cory the Bike Fixer.

Our Altar area for World Malaria Day, 2010. Pastor Dave is wearing his BuzzKill T-shirt.

Me So Hungry food blog

Hey Stuart,

You're at work, huh? That sucks. I think. I don't know. I basically sleep, eat, and play. Two of these things need you being around to do them, so you should come home, huh?

You should come home and snuggle me. I hear that cures most ills.

That's what I think.

Love,

nano

ps I found a sock of yours and took it back to my lair to lick, I mean, I figured it was the next best thing to having you around, you know? But it didn't snuggle me back. Plus then Krissa took it away. That chick is a BUZZKILL.

Thumper Good thumping the Mods.

[Du Burns Arena, Canton, Baltimore, MD]

"Buzz Kill," a 2015 Peterbilt 386 with a 2016 Wilson DH501 trailer, heads down Main Street during the 34th annual Shell Rotella SuperRigs parade June 10, 2016, in Joplin, Missouri. SuperRigs, organized by Shell Oil Company, is an annual beauty contest for working trucks. Approximately 89 trucks entered this year's competition. "Buzz Kill," owned by Davis Bros., received the show truck award during the 2016 SuperRigs. (Photo by Carmen K. Sisson/Cloudybright)

Guess I caught the cooties while in Atlanta. Was pretty much a buzzkill for the weekend, but I tried to fight through it. It was worth it :)) I'm snuggling with my new stuffed stingray. I haven't decided what to name him yet.

While it's always exciting to bring home some Habano Cohibas and Montecristos, the warning labels do somewhat detract from the various buzzes and aesthetics of the score.

I like how you can take this caption either way... either I like how I smell even when I "don't" -- i.e., when I'm all sweaty-- or I THINK I smell good when in fact I really don't. I'm not sure which it is, though a lot of people do seem to really like my smell.

Smell's a funny thing...they've done scientifically valid studies that find that women (I don't know if men were studied) prefer the sweat smell of men who're more genetically dissimilar. Evolutionarily, it'd make sense to avoid mating with someone more closely related to yourself. What that means about finding my OWN smell a turn-on is a big question mark.

While scent in general is something I really enjoy as a sensory experience (scent qua scent, not sweat per se), I'd say there are at least as many men out there whose smell I dislike as those I like, and not necessarily just guys who're "ripe" ... even if it's not that strong, it can be a total buzzkill in bed.

EDIT/UPDATE:

See link below. Men were studied, too. There's clear evidence (from studies after this 2005 study) from brain scans that gay men have something different going on chemically in their sweat that's detected on a subconscious level by both gay and straight men. This would help to explain "gaydar."

James Brown Mug Shot. Photo courtesy of Celebrity Buzzkill

Well, I went out to the shed for a quiet moment… and these two squatters had already signed the lease.

Meet the Property Brothers: Insect Edition. They're building a stylish open-concept loft—great ventilation, zero insulation, and a strict “no humans allowed” policy.

I told them the rent’s due on the 1st. They responded by flexing their wings and giving me the look. You know the one that says, “We brought stingers, not wallets.”

Anyway, I guess I’m the one who needs to move out now. Real estate's a real buzzkill these days.

We froze our butts off waiting for the thing to go off for hours. The first attempt was a misfire. What a buzzkill.

We went on a bike ride, Sammy in the trailer, and I got a flat tire. We ended up waiting for our ride to Cory the Bike Fixer's at the Fuel Cafe, where Sammy told me little boy jokes, shared his gatorade with me, and asked me to help him eat this extremely rich brownie we had at the Fuel.

He could have been a real pain about this. Instead, he turned a total buzzkill into a fun little time on a beautiful summer day.

"Oh look, a hitchhiker! He seems friendly."

Toys used: Buzzkill Clown (Dreamblade)

Drawlloween is a horror-themed art contest that runs during the month of October.

#drawlloween #drawlloween2019 #toyphotography

Government Grass

Willie Nelson and Weeds star Mary-Louise Parker tend to the U.S. government’s official pot farm in a contemporary take on American Gothic for the July-August 2013 cover of Utne Reader. With public support in favor of marijuana legalization reaching an all-time high in 2013, and states continuing to move toward ending prohibition, the editors chose celebrity marijuana advocates Willie Nelson and fictional pot mom Nancy Botwin to illustrate that the only buzzkill left on the issue is the federal government, which has been contradicting itself for 40 years when it comes to publically acknowledging the health benefits of marijuana.

Artist: Kevin McVeigh

Art Director: Carolyn Lang

Editor in Chief: Christian Williams

Circulation Manager: Bob Cucciniello

Although my creative talents were on a low today, I managed to put out this title for a comics page that I hope to publish today. It seems that mere discipline and determination can bring you a long way.

If I'll do another page with these two characters, I'm sure I'll redraw the title.

Basically, the parts were drawn on a piece of paper with mechanical pencil, reordered and traced on tracing paper with the same pencil, inked with a brush pen, scanned, retouched, and coloring in GIMP (where I also added the encircled "AND").

We went to the New Orleans Fairgrounds Racetrack to watch horse racing for Lisa's birthday. The third race in, the #3 horse, Mercantile, fell and broke its leg. Rumor had it in the clubhouse he was taken to the back and put down afterwards (although not everyone subscribes to this theory). I found the owners of the horse online and wrote to them inquiring about his welfare. Hopefully he was saved but I'm not holding out much hope for that. Needless to say, the animal lover in me lost her mojo for betting after that and was content to just watch. There was a horse in the race after this that also broke its leg on the walk into the gates. :( Unsure what happened to him too.

Update: Mercantile didn't make it. I just got a response from the owners telling me this. How horrible. :(