Bobble Tiki is a sucker for good conversation.
Sports and rock ’n’ roll are good. Just please do me the favor of saving the politics for your Tacoma business district meetings and lame-ass Wicca bonfires.
The last two days at Tacoma's Hotrod-A-Rama, a spectacular and thrilling event that combined traditional hot rods with superior slap and twang bands at Tacoma's Swiss Pub, the conversation was just right.
Here's a rundown of the conversations Bobble Tiki overheard at Hotrod-A-Rama:
A dude who dove his classic car 36 hours from Texas has a crappy job that he hates. Hobbies include: repeatedly quoting from the movie "Fletch" and buying lots of sporting goods in an attempt to psych himself into improving his fitness.
The next guy over lives in Portland, where he burns a lot of rockabilly CDs on his computer.
There’s a bald guy who grew up in Kent, but has spent the past few years in a foreign country. His hobbies include: being critical of others, shooting his mouth off and constantly seeking the approval of the few by arousing the disapproval of the many. In some ways, he’s a lot like Bobble Tiki. Maybe that’s why Bobble Tiki hates him.
The fourth guy at the table just keeps looking around at all the gorgeous women decked out in '50s hotrod culture clothes.  He kept saying "Say again" because he was focused on other things.
OK, that's all Bobble Tiki's got, because:
1) The Swiss served PBR Tallboys at $2.50 a pop.
2) The dragsters rev ups destroyed all surrounding noise.
3) The bands were spectacular.  Hotrod-A-Rama organizer Dale Seaholm deserves a medal.
4) The Swiss served PBR Tallboys at $2.50 a pop.
5) Buzzard's Video & Discs owner Marty Campbell sported a VIP room with drinkies.
6) The event was packed and loud.
8) Two 30-year-olds at the Swiss bar were discussing why Superman couldn’t bang Lois Lane until he gave up his powers.  That conversation, plus the 12-hour day I put in at the Swiss on Saturday, sent Bobble Tiki on his way home.

Thanks Hotrod-A-Rama.  You were a great time. â€" Bobble Tiki

If you’re anything like Bobble Tiki then you’re about halfway done healing after having been on the wrong end of a dangerous, though admittedly riotous, prank involving a bratwurst bun and three-dozen bottle rockets. Sometimes patriotism hurts.
Happy Fourth everyone! â€" Bobble Tiki

It's Tuesday, nice! Celebrate by doing nothing. Or better yet, rocking. Rocking on the last day of spring really justifies all those annoying little things you go through when you're not rocking. Go ahead, download The Vagabond Garage Rocker #5 podcast on garagepunk.com and go nuts. â€" Bobble Tiki

What if Bobble Tiki and  the entire world have just been misconstruing Dr. Seuss? Suppose those green eggs and ham are, in and of themselves, neither here nor there, and the bottom line is rather their function within a particular context â€" in a house, with a mouse, on a train, in the rain? Perhaps what Sam-I-Am wishes for his tall-hatted pal (and, by extension, you and Bobble Tiki) is the chance to expand his horizons more than his waistline â€" to enjoy not just a juicy and delicious meal but a total dining experience, not simply cuisine but cuisine-in-a-scene. Other than undertaking an exhaustive textual analysis of a work of kiddie lit, there’s only one way to find out.
Would you, could you in a school?
The Pacific Islander Club and Tacoma Community College Student Life organizations host a Luau Party this morning. Packed with all sorts of South Pacific fragrances and greens and boats of poi on waves of hang loose blown by winds of Don Ho. Traditional dancing and food will be offered before the Hawaiian, Tahitian and neighboring island gods. Hey, there’s only one small letter that’s different between exotic and erotic.
Oh, and be sure to keep your eyes peeled for green eggs and ham. â€" Bobble Tiki

• Luau Party
• Thursday, June 8, 11 a.m. to 2 p.m.
• Building 11, Opgaard Student Center, Tacoma Community College, 6501 S. 19th St., Tacoma
• Free
• (253) 566-5118

Scanning the newspapers and television Bobble Tiki’s spring has sprung over our popular culture that permits only the smallest debris of originality to poke through and an almost complete lack of self-awareness as a nation.  So Bobble Tiki researched what our nation did the last time all this was going on â€" heavy metal, baby. Penelope Spheeris' 1988 documentary “Decline of the Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years” concerns itself with the emerging Los Angeles punk scene of the late '70s and early '80s, and has taken a left upper cut and body blows for focusing too, er,  heavily on the glam aspect of the metal scene. Not from Bobble Tiki.  With the rise of dense underground metal â€" Mastodon, High on Fire â€" it might be more important than ever to look at glam.  Bobble Tiki needs to escape.  He’s disenchanted with the real word.   Spheeris realizes that escapism has always been the driving force behind metal â€" makeup, leotards and party lyrics.
Tonight, escape into the world of glam.  Olympia’s Le Voyeur club will screen the film at 9 p.m. for free.  It was a worthwhile attempt in 1988 and it still is now. â€" Bobble Tiki

Bobble Tiki's favorite watering hole Tiki Bar TV has just release Episode 17 - Space Cadet.  It's out of this world. â€" Bobble Tiki

Bobble Tiki's favorite watering hole has a new episode.