Party Tips For An Economic Slowdown

If the 'Grapes of Wrath' has taught us anything surely it is that the sheer determination of the human spirit to party down will overcome even the most crippling of economic situations. Not even the dust bowl could stop the Joad family from going on a hilariously wild cross country road trip the likes of which were hardly ever seen again until Tom Green and Co. took off back in 2000 to retrieve a pornographic video tape before it could destroy a healthy young relationship. So if you're like me and there is more old shirt buttons in your pocket than actual money do not fret, you can still rock the Casbah without shame or guilt simply by following these helpful party tips!

1. Medical Waste Bins Are A Treasure Trove of Party Supplies: Within each of these bio-hazardously wonderful red bags are soiled latex gloves for ballons, bloody tissues for whacky party gags, and used hypodermic needles for your friends with substance abuse problems!

2. Invite Homeless People To Your Party and Call It a Charity Ball: By taking advantage of a few of the less violent street people in your neighborhood everyone is a winner. They can stay warm for a few hours, you collect tax free cover charges, and your friends get to brag to their co-workers about attending a fancy ball!...no one has to know it was in your mom's fruit cellar.

3. Hire Children As Your Wait Staff: Children are the robots of the future today. Their low food consumption and ignorance concerning contemporary labor laws and fair wages make them the ideal servant for any social event. Be sure to humiliate and imprison one of them to set an example for the others!

4. Try Serving Plastic Food For Hors Dourves: Personally I think it is a bit of a waste to stuff peoples faces with delicious and expensive food that is only going to end up at the bottom of the toilet bowl. However, if you serve plastic food to your guests no one consumes anything, and all of your goofy actor friends will have a great time staying 'in character ' pretending to eat. Plus you don't have to worry about lawsuits steming from the ingestion of rotten food because this year the leftover 'Spookey Egg Salad' you turned into 'Jingle-Bell Salad' won't go bad between Halloween and Christmas!

5. Take a Page From the Hill-Billy Play Book and Make Your Own Alcohol: Sure store bought liquor is both legal and slightly tastey, but who wants to spend $25 on getting drunk when a gallon of wood varnish, a dash of paint thinner, and a hint of cinnamon will accomplish the same thing at half the price!

So don't let the collapse of our finacial system have you feeling blue, just take advantage of my patended penny pinching party tips and save yourself a little green!

Holy Guacamole

Hey Food Lovers,

Jordan here with a recipe that is sure to cure your end-of-summer blues. Be sure to make this one soon because  avocados wont be in your local grocery stores when Jack Frost comes nippin'. Here's what you'll need:

- 2 large avacados

- 1/2 red onion (diced)

- 2 serrano chile peppers (careful with these puppies, they are hot, hot, hot!)

- 1/2 tomato (diced)

- juice of 1/2 a lime

- salt & pepper to taste

- 1 bag of your favorite tortilla chips (I recommend TOSTITOS SCOOPS! ® Tortilla Chips)

- A friend (To help you eat this delicious treat)

Start by combining the diced red onion and serrano in a medium sized bowl. (Londe Tip - Take out the seeds and stems of the pepper to reduce the amount of fire!) Next, cut the avocados in half around the pit, de-pit, and scoop the delectable insides into the bowl. Squeeze the lime juice over the contents of the bowl. (Not only does this add flavor, it helps preserve the avocados so they don't turn brown, yuk!) Add salt and pepper if desired. Mix all of this up with a fork. You can make it as chunky or smooth as you and your loved ones like. Eric loves the chunks, so I give it a light mash. 

Put the mixture in the refrigerator for an hour to chill.

Just before you are ready to snack add the diced tomato, give it one last stir, break open your  TOSTITOS SCOOPS ® Tortilla Chips, grab that friend we talked about, and dig in!

That's all for now America. Until next time, keep on snackin'!

-Jordan

Dear MOTHER

**imagine this is all written in wrist blood**

Dear Mother,
I'm leaving you today
Dear Mother,
Have a few last things to say
Dear Mother,
Your scent makes my heart flutter
Dear Mother,
Underneath the covers
Dear Mother,
You never loved me enough
Dear Mother,
I mean REALLY love me enough
Dear Mother,
With your heavy hooded eyes
Dear Mother,
Did you ever truly try?
Dear Mother,
When you wake you won't find Father
Dear Mother,
He's lying dead in the gutter
Dear Mother,
I'm joining Father now
Dear Mother,
with a knife in my wrist and a bullet in his brow
Dear Mother,
I've loved you, always will
Dear Mother,
Hope you choke on all those pills

Notes On A Toothbrush

I always find it so very hard to part with a toothbrush. After all they are such trusty companions, day and night at the ready to dive head first into the moist black hole in the middle of your face. Never asking much in return except for a little scented paste for which to spruce up their bristles. Hand in hand they stand in the gummy trenches with you, fighting for freedom from the oppression of tooth decay and gingivitis ( the Mussolini and Hitler of your mouth ). Why must we simply just toss them away when their heads become soft and browned with mold? Is hygiene really that much more important of a value than friendship and loyalty? Is hygiene even a value? I don't know the answers to these questions, except for the first one which is of course no. I enjoy the gentle touch of an old toothbrush against my enamel, it's like the mature caress of an aging lover. With it come warm pangs of familiarity and security. You don't get distracted by the vanities of a first time encounter. Will they like what I do? Can I still perform? These questions are put by the wayside when you use a toothbrush who has been scrubbing you for weeks, or months or years. They know every tea stained inch of your chompers, its forever imprinted on the few remaining tufts of bristles that have managed to avoid disintegration. They know every sensitive cavity and snaggle tooth more intimately than anyone else ever possibly could. So when those bullies in the school yard start calling you tar mouth and rot gum because of the horrible oral infections you are prone to just remember that your old friend perched precariously close to the toilet in his trendy Ikea holder still has your back.

GUICY GEE-TAILS OF GEISHA GOINGS-ON

Good day, celebraholics! Easy Stolze here with your daily supply of celebrahol to keep you functioning for another few hours before the tremors set in again.

While basking in the lukewarm heat of Hollyweird hot-spot THE GEISHA ROOM last night, your fearless blogventurer saw none other than IAN HOLM in drag as a geisha waitress, going about and getting people their d.o.'s (drink orders). As your intrepid blogxplorer followed him/her to her car after closing, agressive questioning revealed that it was actually just an Asian waitress after all. When asked if she had any juicy poop on Ian Holm's romantic exploits, she admitted that she did not.

You win this round, Ian Holm.

So last night Jason and I sat down to a nice quiet evening with Larry Clark and his indelible tale of childhood angst and wacky class bending action entitled 'Wassup Rockers'. Though I found myself immediately turned off by the glaring grammatical error in the title I decided to give Mr. Clark the benefit of the doubt and persevere. Lucky for me I was not disappointed. This film is without question the single greatest children's classic I have ever seen. 'Wassup Rockers' is everything that such wuss-puss crowd pleasers like 'The Goonies' wishes it could be. If nothing else it is contemporary, it deals with issues affecting kids today. I know that when Robert Lewis Stevenson was a child finding pirate gold was probably a very pressing concern, but the only notable pirate booty these days is sitting in a basement in Bangkok in the form of about a million low grade copies of 'The Dark Knight'. Tweens and Teens of this century can't identify with a bunch of wise cracking suburbanites who spend their time spelunking through booby (get your giggles out now)- trapped catacombs while being chased by a scary old lady and her two sexually frustrated sons. They want to see skateboard tricks and punk rock music. They want to see gunshot wounds and affordable 40oz's. They want to see 'Wassup Rockers' and trust me...so do you.
- Cody

UNTITLED (aka Psalm of Disgust)

Crimson bloodstains, on my fingers
Silver kitchen blade, in my hand
Sheets of linen, around her thin neck
My soul as black as the vomit she chokes on

It is then that I wake up
On my bed in my white-washed tomb
As the demons in the alley shriek
Whilst the dreams I breathed are gone

No one understands
No one comprehends
Damned until the end
Some nights I ask the stars up above
"Why must I be a teenager in Love?"

---jason

Matthew 19:26

Matthew 19:26
But with God all things are possible

Although we have tried and tried again to make this all work we have tried on our own free will and nothing had been accomplished. As the days draw darker and the hours grow shorter we must all come to acknowledge that the God of the universe is smiling down on us and onto all the regions to where he has placed us. it is only now that he has broken us all up that we have found the strength through him to create such a remarkable bloggery to not only touch each and every one of us but now everybody that follows along with their bouncing blogs.

God Bless you all
~A~

JUICY CELEBRITY GOSSIPS

Howdy folks,

Easy Stolze here in Tinseltown with the latest celeb poop. Rumor at the local L.A. hang-out where famous people go is that Brad Pitt broke up with Jennifer Aniston and eventually married Angelina Jolie!

On the Q.T. and very Hush Hush!

Maiden Voyage of U.S.S. Blog

Wipe the anticipatory drool from your lips friends finally a member of scratchframe has posted something of note on our ever popular blog. You may want to get up from whatever dank hole you have yourself hunkered down in so that you may poke your head outside and see if the very heavens are falling down upon you as God's homage to this historic moment. I cannot prepare you thoroughly enough for the bold, revealing and insightful posts that are sure to follow. What dark revelations are to be scribed upon these pages I know not whether the eyes of man are ready to bear. Each one of us has something unique and original to offer the blogosphere that you will only be able to find here at scratchframe.com. My humorous political commentaries, Elliot's misadventures on the dating scene, Jordan's helpful cooking tips, Andy's inspirational Bible passage analysis, Jason's Gothic poetry and scathing social criticisms, and Eric's juicy celebrity gossip. Other blogs may claim to blog half as well as we blog, but I am blogging it to you straight when I say that those blogs do not even come close to the blogmanship we practice on a daily basis. We are blog ninjas who come at you stealthy and quick so that by the time you realize what has happened our opinions have karate-chopped their way deep within your brain and are well on their way to becoming fact. So watch out world, the scratchframe blog has started its engines. @<;)

- Cody