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Bumsted's
500 N 4th Avenue
Tucson, AZ 85705
Thursdays: 8:00 PM
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2:05 PM, September 28, 2012
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If You Hate Magneto, You're Anti-Semetic 73
Goodwill Hunt for Red Mochtober Sky 73
You Don't Go Home When Your Man's Angry; He'll Kill Ya. 73
Carl, No. 70
Sam Jackson Wants You to Wake the Fuck Up! 67
WTF 67
Demon Funyun Project 43
Sexual European Nation
Jean-Luc


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Thursdays 8PM @ Bumsted's at 500 N. 4th Ave.,Tucson, AZ, (NE corner of 6th St. & 4th Ave.) 		Julio (Jean-Luc)

If there is one thing you must know about Jean-Luc (or "Julio" for those of you feeling saucy) it is that he loves scotch sours. Doesn't matter what kind of scotch goes into the sour, be it well scotch, Glenlivet, or Laphroaig. Because when he drinks it neat, he only drinks Talisker 18 year. Why is he telling you this? So you can buy him a scotch sour. He has no shame. But know this. Your buying him a scotch won't get you any free points for the night. But it will help him remember your name the following morning.

Originally a native from Los Angeles (Go Dodgers!), Jean-Luc has been living in Tucson close to four years. Love, not a desire to drive down property values, brought him here. And when he's not complaining about the heat, he's complaining about the cold. But he doesn't complain often, except when Ned Colletti makes a horrible trade or a questionable signing. Yes, he enjoys baseball. But he loathes the San Francisco Giants. More than he does gin and tonics.

This is the part of the bio where he lists favorites - favorite films, favorite musical artists, favorite books. After you gloss over the list, somehow you are supposed to know more about him than you did before. Though he doubts that. If you really want to get to know your quizmaster, just approach him. Talk to him. He's the one behind the microphone, mispronouncing words and making awful jokes that fall flat. He doesn't bite. Unless you want him to.

As promised, his favorites (which constantly change)!

Books:

  • Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
  • The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
  • The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein
  • 20 Poemas de Amor y Una Cancion Desesperada by Pablo Neruda
  • San Manuel Bueno, martir by Miguel de Unamuno

Music Artists:

  • Wire
  • The Ex
  • Tito Puente
  • Parliament/Funkadelic
  • Fugazi

Films:

  • Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
  • Night of the Living Dead (1968)
  • Viridiana
  • Bicycle Thieves
  • Die Hard

I didn't ask for a sexual European nation last night. I asked for a specific central European nation. But since we are on the subject, Germany has always been a fine producer of porn. Exquisite, no non-sense, with a flair for the artistic coupled with a European sensibility. Then there's smut. The kind of porn that makes you want to jack it raw because your penis doesn't deserve the common courtesy that is baby oil while you watch an old VHS in your parent's filthy cellar. It's the kind of porn that makes everything coming out of Japan resemble an episode of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. Even bronies are disgusted when they see you. And what country has produced this? Denmark, of course. The Color Climax Corporation - creators of such lovely titles as Sex Bizarre, Sucking Daddy, and the acclaimed Animal Farm - were responsible for...you know what, I can't type any more about it. That company is too much for me (don't search Google for any of those, by the way). And this coming from a guy that was talking about snowballing earlier this morning.

Last night's quiz ended in a three-way tie for first place, leading to another sudden death round. Booze was imbibed. I don't remember much of what happened toward the end and after the quiz. Laughs were had. Handies were given. A good time was had by all.

Wait, no, there weren't any handies last night. Sorry about that, Logan G.