Northwest Elf Industry

Pro Shopping tip

2011-02-25T19:34:00.001-06:00

$67 for both bottles of whiskey at Twin Liquors. Wine bottles in for scale.

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Labor Day 2010

2010-09-06T11:21:00.000-05:00

Arrived early for lunch at the Hyatt to meet a buddy visiting from New Mexico. Labor Day lunch traffic non existent.

SIV

2010-05-13T17:08:00.001-05:00

As a Maker's Mark Ambassador, I was delighted to receive an email this morning from an acquaintance bringing my attention to new product the folks at Maker's Mark will be distributing in July.

I was also alerted to the existence of the bourbon blog web site. As you can imagine, this was added to my RSS feed list.

I have posted a short video of a tour of the Maker's Mark distillery. I recommend this for everyone, not just whisky aficionados.

New Maker’s Mark Bourbon from Bourbon Blog on Vimeo.

New Site.

2010-05-05T17:13:00.003-05:00

I have decided to re-purpose my Badger Town site and use it for posting amusing images, videos and links I encounter in my daily travails on the computer. The link it on the right at the top. Or click here.

I will use this Northwest site for actually writing something of interest to me. It remains to be seen how effective this turns out.

Remembering Lynn

2010-05-03T20:28:00.004-05:00

Lynn Redgrave passed yesterday. She was born in Marylebone, London. Since the late 60's, I have always wished I had been born in Marylebone. Paul McCartney lived there and was married at a magistrates office in Marylebone. I got to visit Marylebone in 1998 while walking around London looking at points of interests that many Beatle fans would enjoy. I actually ended up visiting several liquor stores inquiring about Absinthe (legal in the UK), but came up empty.

This is a typical view (as I remember it) from that area. Click to enlarge (highly suggested.)

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I usually think of the movie Georgy Girl (which I actually saw for the first time three years ago) when I think of Lynn Redgrave, even though she starred in The Happy Hooker. That song was a hit in the U.S. when I was in first grade and I have vivid memories of listening to that song on the radio in my bedroom on many a morning as I readied myself for school.

The Seekers performed the song and I can't recall anything else they did.

Here's a treat...

New American Home Kit for World Cup

2010-04-30T07:52:00.003-05:00

Neighborhood

2010-04-27T08:39:00.002-05:00

I had quite the night last night. Details will be omitted, but I will address some highlights.

First off, I walked into a liquor store last night without any money, and walked out with a bottle of whiskey. I left my credit card at a bar (which I retrieved since) and had no cash on me. The clerk knows me and told me to come back later and pay it. That was a first for me.

I started the evening out prior to that, over at the Pour House celebrating a good check up at the doctor's office from that morning. What better way to celebrate good health than pouring toxins into your body?

I rode over on my bike and hung out for awhile. I was there for a couple of hours and about ready to leave when I encountered a woman named Laura and ended up drinking with her for another hour or so.

I finally broke away to hit Sun's Liquors before they closed only to realize I didn't have my credit card or money to pay for my purchase and not enough time to go get more.

As I mentioned the guy gave me the bottle (though I was pretty drunk at the time already) and went home.

I woke up this morning with a massive hangover. I am not a hangover guy. I had a minor one a week ago, but this morning was something else.

I suppose the reason is I haven't drank much all week (did have three beers and a whiskey at ZZ Top on Sunday, but as I said, that wasn't much.)

Now I have to go back to the liquor store and pay the bill. Paying the tab with a hangover ain't no fun!

Way Back Machine

2010-04-25T13:46:00.005-05:00

I received a phone call yesterday with the caller inviting me to the inaugural concert at "The New Backyard" tonight. ZZ Top is playing and we have VIP seats.

What does that mean?

Here are photos of VIP seating:

I saw ZZ Top in December of 1977 at the Mabee Center (must have been torn down or renamed since it no longer exists) in Tulsa Oklahoma. Pete Tickle was there. I haven't seen them since.

I take that back, I did see Billy Gibbons in 1989. He walked in front of the bus I was driving (UT Shuttle) and I nearly hit him.

At least I think it was him. Now that I think about it, it could have been a bum.

Wildly Inappropriate Children's Toy

2010-04-22T21:27:00.000-05:00

Wild Encounter

2010-04-22T01:44:00.004-05:00

I am lying in bed in one of my parent's guests room in Houston, typing in the dark on my multifunctional iPad, unable to sleep. The reason? Taz is laying next to me.

Taz was sprayed by a skunk this past evening while he was minding his own buisiness in my parent's backyard.

I saw the skunk while looking out the patio window and rushed outside to bring him in, but he saw the skunk too and trotted over (thinking it was a cat, I'm sure) and got hit.

He was sprayed on the left ear and left side of his face. It could have been worse. Much worse.

We cleaned and scrubbed him using conventional Internet wisdom and it helped, but he still smells.

I am letting him sleep up here because I feel bad for him and my parents don't care.

But man, this is hard to take.

My autograph

2010-04-16T11:52:00.004-05:00

Most people know I am not a fan of celebrity. Consequently, I am not much of an autograph collector. However, I do have Kim Deal's autograph, which, I came across this morning in the midst of Spring cleaning. As you can see, the parchment has faded and I doubt I could get more than $60 for it on ebay or an auction.

I had Jim Backus' autograph when I was younger, but that is long gone (friend of my father's sat next to him on a flight).

The story behind the Kim Deal autograph is as follows:
I was drinking beer with an ex-girlfriend (she was an ex at the time and we were in our friends with benefits stagee) at the Gingerman during SxSW some years ago. The actual date was March 17th 1997 and Kim and the drummer from the Pixies were sitting next to us at the bar.

I pointed out to my ex that Kim was sitting right next to her. She didn't know who Kim was (number one reason we broke up) so she asks Kim and the drummer if they wanted to play pool. Yes they did (they had been playing before we got there, it turns out.)

So we play a couple of games before Kim and the drummer had to leave. As they were leaving my ex asked Kim if she would sign an autograph for me. The image you see here is the result of that request.

Pretty good story, huh?

Atlantic City Shame

2010-04-13T01:29:00.002-05:00

The dastardly treatment inflicted on the regal equine at the 1:15 mark is too much to bear. (Nice soundtrack, though.)

IPad Adobe app creation

2010-04-12T13:59:00.004-05:00

The future of Apple

2010-04-10T15:38:00.001-05:00

I have it on strong authority that this is where Apple is heading...

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Houston Sports

2010-04-06T20:25:00.002-05:00

Usher at a Houston baseball game.

This is not a recommendation

2010-04-03T20:35:00.003-05:00

Click here if you wish to see one of their videos.

If the Simson's had been artistically acurate...

2010-03-28T01:13:00.001-05:00

this is what we would have had.

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Another Troy Story (short)

2010-03-25T19:25:00.003-05:00

Bill Curra is over right now and I am in the middle of grilling skirt steak in the backyard.

Troy's best friend is over (forgot his name) at Troy's house and I am eavesdropping on their conversation. Sort of. Its not easy understanding all of their words.

Anyway, Troy's buddy was heard to say "I can't wait until my court date. I need to get this bracelet off."

Gotta get back to the grill....

Gear Head / Techie alert!

2010-03-24T11:41:00.001-05:00

Best Magazine Cover

2010-03-18T08:27:00.001-05:00

Found on Lilek's site.

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First Spirits Review

2010-03-14T12:59:00.006-05:00

Mary Ellen is in town for SxSW and she called me yesterday. She had the whole day open, so I agreed to swing by and pick her up for some old fashioned drinking.

First stop was the liquor store, however. We ended up at Wiggy's on Lamar. Mary Ellen needed to buy vodka and I was along for the ride. Wiggy's is a tiny store. I remarked how one would never mistake the store for a Spec's. No one seemed to like that remark.

While there, I noticed a bottle of Texas Bourbon. I had read about this in the paper and was under the impression that the product was sold out until 2011.

I expressed a keen interest in the bourbon and engaged the clerk in conversation regarding the use of the word bourbon for a liquor not actually distilled in Bourbon county Kentucky. He assured me that this was the proper use of the term and I later ascertained that he was right.

My exuberance for the bourbon prompted Mary Ellen to buy the bottle as a gift for me. We left the store and I stowed the bottles she purchased in the back of my Element and we headed off to Gueros for margaritas prior to a stop at High Ball for dinner.

After much fun, I dropped Mary Ellen off and headed home (sadly with her vodka). I opted for a tasting of the Texas Bourbon and took some notes. It is now the next day and my handwriting is difficult to read now, but I am able to make sense of it, nonetheless.

Here are my three comments about the bourbon:

"Nose reminds me of tequila, not bourbon"
"Whiskey tastes hot. Seems high in alcohol, obscuring some of the more delicate notes one might fine in a finely crafted bourbon."
"Distinctive corn taste". Makes sense as it is corn whisky.

Well, there you go. My amateurish review of the first Texas Bourbon (Balcones Baby Blue.) I am not sure I would buy this again, but I do think there are a lot of people out there who would really enjoy this. It is lighter and smoother than Maker's Mark, even though has a slightly higher proof (46% to 45% for Makers.)
Note the difference in colors between the two. (That is Maker's Mark in the second bottle.)

I am eager to try out the batch they are releasing next year to see what changes have been made.

Acadamy Award Movie Template

2010-03-12T21:07:00.000-06:00

Check out my fastest connection speed

2010-03-08T06:21:00.001-06:00

Download speed: 11675.8 Kbits/s (Max: 11675.8 Kbits/s)
Upload speed: 321.7 Kbits/s (Max: 345.3 Kbits/s)
Network: Wi-Fi - Private

Sent from my iPod

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Westlake Theater on Wilshire Blvd.

2010-03-05T00:04:00.006-06:00

Then

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And Now

Journaling my weekend

2010-02-28T23:48:00.002-06:00

I had a fun and interesting weekend, though I am unsure that I will be able to convey that on these pages.

Saturday afternoon, I received a phone call from Bill Curra as he is pedaling his bike on his way over to Billy's. He is with a mutual friend of ours and he beckons me to join him for a beer or two. He suggested I ride my bike over as well, but I opted to drive (listened to The Carpenters on the way over, as an aside.)

Upon my arrival, I approached Bill's table (this would be around 2:05 PM) on the deck outside and surmised they were half way through their first beer. Also seated was a woman named Brandy whom I have known for 15 years or so and she was there to meet two of her girlfriends.

After exchanging pleasantries, I excused myself to go inside an buy a pint at the counter. I truly hate that way of doing business, by the way. I prefer table service, as opposed to queuing up.

Soon, Brandy's friends (Heather and Jasmine) joined us and more beers were ordered and laughter filled the air.

For some unfathomable reason, Bill invited his sister to come over for a business meeting. Our picnic table was full and Bill and Phil had to join her at a smaller nearby table. They chatted quietly about some perceived concerns as I entertained the girls with some anecdotes and a few off color remarks. Brandy, too, had some stories to tell about her trip to Seattle and reminded me that girls are indeed, filthier than boys.

After my third beer, I got up to buy another and offered to buy theirs. They eagerly acquiesced and I went inside to pay for the beers. I also decided to buy some chili cheese fries for us all to split.

I brought the beers back to the table and waited for the food order. After calling my name, I ducked back inside and returned with a big plate of chili drenched fries and 4 forks. I told the girls that they give these away if you order 4 pints. I don't know why I lied or why they believed it.

We finished the fries and Jasmine said she would buy the next round. By this time, Bill had taken off on his bike. Jasmine returned with our beers and was laughing. She said some guy was at the counter complaining that his order of chili cheese fries still weren't ready and he ordered them half an hour ago.

So now those girls think I stole his fries to feed us. I decided not to correct them and that didn't bother them very much. They actually liked it and that incident was the catalyst for the rest of the day which took us to Lala's and then The Pour House.

Jager bombs and whiskey rounded out our evening at the Pour House. I haven't had Jagermeister in 23 years, but there I was drinking it last night. Finally, after 8 hours of this nonsense, I returned home to feed my hungry dogs.

I felt pretty good when I awoke this morning (all things considered.) So good, I decided to go kite flying.

I should back up some. I was nursing a hangover with a cup of coffee when I heard Troy drive up on his bicycle with a 49cc engined built into it. He was yelling at his dogs and practicing horseshoes (clang, clang) and that was working my fragile nerves.

I walked out to ask him to tone it down. I walked across the street and saw he was now making a kite out of HEB bags with his buddy Steve. It was pretty windy today, so I hung out to watch his experiment.

They taped three bags together to some wooden dowels Troy brought home from the Vacuum Repair shop he works at. This did not work well because the winds were fairly strong and the kite was too light and was whipping around out of control. They decided to tie a huge fence bolt with washers to it as a tail for added control.

I was surprised, but they got that to fly. All was well for 5 minutes and then the kite string broke sending the kite spiraling down with the bolt and washers cracking the wind screen of one of our neighbors cars.

I freaked and ran inside like I was 8 years old, locking all the doors.

At least my coffee was waiting for me.

4 months of growing

2010-02-25T18:27:00.001-06:00

Troy’s dogs.

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Chipmunk vs. ???

2010-02-19T00:42:00.001-06:00

TV News (A How-To instructional video)

2010-02-05T00:28:00.002-06:00

If you are a regular reader of mine, then you know I post excellent entries.

This one, How to Be a News Reporter, is wonderful.

New iPad?

2010-01-28T12:01:00.001-06:00

Was thinking of buying the new iPad until I saw this...

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Dog Ass Pounding

2010-01-28T11:19:00.001-06:00

Worthwhile...

Mr. Handsome

2010-01-26T18:43:00.002-06:00

I am currently in Houston, visiting my parents. Work is slow and I am waiting on the green light to begin my next paying gig, so I have ducked out of town for a bit.

Yesterday, the morning of my departure, had me in Bird's Barbershop for a much needed haircut prior to my trip. Service at Bird's has eroded since they opened up right behind my house. The people who cut the hair at Bird's are pleasant, but affected, for the most part (with a couple of exceptions.) They all sport the uniform for cutting hair in Austin: black or purple hair, tattoos and piercings.

Anyway, the service was particularly dreadful and I couldn't bear to be in the building any longer so I left for Houston, apologizing on my arrival to my parents about my unkempt mop.

My dad told me about his barbershop, so I agreed to go with him and get my hair cut there.

Mr. Handsome Barber Shop does exists. I am not making that up. Save your emails. It is an old school style barbershop. Magazines like Outdoor Life, Hot Rod and other manly periodicals are spread throughout the shop.

At Bird's you find magazines like Mac World, Spin, Metrosexual Monthly and other 'hip' publications. Uggh!

Since it is unlikely that I will travel 140 miles to Mr. Handsome Barber Shop each time I want a haircut, I will have to locate a similar shop in Austin. You can bet I report on it then.

If you like music....

2010-01-22T00:38:00.000-06:00

you are gonna love this.

Pro Tip of the Day

2010-01-18T13:12:00.001-06:00

If you wish to purchase spray paint at Lowes, it is best not to show up inebriated. They won't sell it to you.

Specialty lunch

2010-01-16T11:46:00.001-06:00

I had to take a photo of this before we dug in. Corn Dog Pizza!!

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Lazy Guy Movie Review

2010-01-12T21:38:00.003-06:00

Up In The Air

with George Clooney.

"Go See It" raves Paul Mayes of the Northwest Elf Industry.

Pre game feasts

2010-01-07T19:33:00.001-06:00

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Extract

2010-01-03T11:52:00.003-06:00

I ran across this blog entry that catlogues the author's favorite scenes from movies in 2009. I saw most of the movies on his list, but noticed that he didn't have my favorite scene from a movie released in 2009 on that list.

For me, the funniest scene I've seen in a long time, not just 2009, was from Mike Judge's Extract. I present that scene here. If you haven't seen the movie and plan to, you might want to skip this. Otherwise, enjoy.

Almost

2009-12-31T23:56:00.001-06:00

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Here we are at the Ice Bar waiting on the New Year.

2009-12-31T23:53:00.001-06:00

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Is this your cat?

2009-12-26T16:11:00.001-06:00

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Merry Christmas

2009-12-25T08:28:00.001-06:00

Christmas Party

2009-12-24T11:24:00.001-06:00

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HST pic

2009-12-24T02:21:00.003-06:00

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming– “Wow! What a Ride!”

— Hunter S. Thompson

Vegas Trip Report (DEC 2009)

2009-12-12T14:17:00.011-06:00

I returned yesterday from my trip to Las Vegas, a day later than planned. Christopher was my traveling companion and neither one of us were in any shape to travel at the originally scheduled return departure time. We slept in that day, not rising until 4:00 PM (6:00 Austin time) and I posit that we could have benefitted from even one more day of rest past that to return home.

I received numerous texts and emails asking for trip details and it is here that I shall provide them, but the night that caused the trip extension, shall not be chronicled here.

I have received several inquiries over the past year or two about taking trips to Las Vegas but have yet to make actual plans until Christopher's offer. With an offer of free air and hotel (Bellagio, no less), I couldn't refuse.

Monday was our first day, though we didn't arrive at the hotel until almost 7:00 PM. It was raining in Las Vegas and their airport could only handle one runway, so our flight was delayed. Chrisopher, who has made more trips to Vegas than anyone I know (I have gone there 4 times with him myself), remarked in all the years since he's been going to Vegas, he's never seen it rain. This year marks the 25th anniversary of his first trip.

We decided to take it easy that night and had dinner at Cafe Bellagio and just wondered around afterwards, rather aimlessly. I don't even recall gambling that night.

We awoke Tuesday morning with no discernible plans for the day. After a light breakfast at Palio at Bellagio, I wandered over to Caesar's Palace to check out the action in the poker room.

They only had 3 games running, though one of them was a $1/3 NL Hold'em game that I normally feel comfortable playing, I just wasn't ready to begin at that moment. I hung out at the sports book for awhile, but again, didn't feel like gambling.

I headed back to Bellagio and met Christopher at one of the bars near the poker room and we finally started gambling on Video Poker. Video Poker is a good game to play because if played correctly, it offers the lowest house advantage (outside of a couple of scenario's playing craps.)

We played for an hour or so drinking first gin and then some whiskey. I was down $20 and Christopher was up $80 and we decided to play roulette (a game with a decidedly higher house advantage.)

Nonetheless, we both went on a tear and won a few hundred. By this time, we were feeling good and playing a bit recklessly, but obviously got lucky.

Joe, our new favorite bartender at the bar by the Bellagio poker room, told us we could buy liquor at wholesale prices at a package store inside the Orleans, so we hopped in the rental car and drove over there, intending to play more video poker and buy a bottle of Makers.

The line for the player's cards was ridiculous, so we ate lunch and had a few whiskey's and beers before buying the Maker's and heading back to the hotel to drop off the bottle in the room.

We headed down to Bellagio's Sports Book and sat in the adjacent bar playing video poker and drinking free beer. I won $55 (don't remember what Christopher did) and we then walked over to Bill's (formerly Barbary Coast) to play $5 black jack. I bought in for $100 and was doing very well, doubling my money in 20 minutes when a guy from Virginia sits down to my right and proceeds to fuck the table up by playing incorrect black jack. His bad play took cards away from me that costs me $85 (yeah, I know, not that much.)

The whiskey anger was beginning to rise and Christopher (who had been sitting at an adjacent table that had just broken up) spirited me away from the casino. I was ranting and raving and generally acting inappropriately all the way back to the Bellagio. It is a rare occasion for Christopher to walk 10 paces away from me whilst in public. If anything, its the other way around. Anyway, I was obviously on tilt, but cooled off after half an hour.

We then ate dinner back at Cafe Bellagio and then played more roulette, where I won $100, I knew when to quit and went upstairs to bed.

Next day, Wednesday, back to Palio's for latte and breakfast. We awoke later than usual and decided to head over to The Venetian for a $150 buyin NL Hold'em Tournament that began at noon. There were 114 players and they paid first 12 players

By the first break, I had half the chips I started out (7500) with while Christopher had doubled up. This was a 'deep stack' tournament and you could afford to play along time and I tried to make a play at a couple of pots but was re-raised and had to lay down my semi-bluffs.

One notable hand had me raising 3x from the cut off with A-9 and I got one caller. Flop hits A-K-9 and I bet the pot. Other player just calls. Turn sees a 2 hit and I bet the pot again. Again, the guy just calls. When a K hits the river, I bet half the pot and my opponent pushes.

The only other hand this guy had shown before this was a full house he used to knock out the first guy at the table who had a nut flush. I had to lay down.

I fought back a little after that and at one point even nearly doubled up my starting chips, but by the third break, I was half the average stack size and had 7 big blinds left.

I finally pushed with A-10 and the guy to my left called with A-K. I did not improve and finished 9 away the money. Ten minutes later, Christopher finished 8 away from the money.

We didn't feel bad. We had fun and it was the best run tournament I've ever played in. I will play there again on my next trip.

We return to the Bellagio and head back to the bar by the poker room (on the way, passing Erik Seidel) and Joe is working again, so we sit and have a beer and play more video poker. After being down just $5.00, I cash out and walk a few feet away to play more roulette and won $50 and decide that's enough and cash out there and return to the bar where Christopher and Joe are still talking. I decide not to sit down and just stood behind Christopher while we chatted with Joe some more.

About a minute later, Richard MacDonald walks up and takes the seat I had vacated minutes earlier to play roulette. Christopher recognized him immediately. He's a famous sculptor and has studio's in London (2) and Monterey as well as Vegas. He is good friends with Guy Laliberté founder of Cirque du Soleil and has a business relationship with them.

We then wandered over to his exhibit which was just around the corner and took a tour.

We had reservations at Del Frisco, so we headed upstairs to wash up and find some nice clothes. We arrived at Del Frisco half an hour ahead of our reservations so we might enjoy some professionally made cocktails at an upscale Vegas steak house.

We were not disappointed. Chase was our bartender and he took to us immediately. I had a Knob Creek Manhattan while Christopher ordered some Champagne. The bar and restaurant were packed, but the service was outstanding.

Chase also gave us free shots of a honey and cinnamon infused Woodford. They dropped an actual honey comb and cinnamon into a big jar of Woodford, just as they might with a vodka, and let it sit for a few days. The result is out of this world delicious.

While we were enjoying our cocktails, a couple of guys sat next to us and the one next to me ordered a Manhattan, as I did. A natural segway for a conversation and we all be came fast friends.

We then head to dinner and had a lovely 2006 Caymus with our rib eye and lobster. After dinner, we go back to the bar for one more cocktail and our buddies are still there. These two guys live in Vegas and are in business together. After several minutes of talking to me they ask me what I do. I tell them I am under-employed and they offer me a job at their company. I would have to move to Vegas though. I said I would think about it and took their card.

I had attempted to pay for drinks and my share of the meal, but Christopher told me no, he would take care of this. This was very generous considering he funded the air and hotel. That bill was nearly $650!

Christopher and I head back to Bellagio and I stay in the lobby and check emails (free wifi there) while Christopher goes up to the room for something (don't remember what.) I told him I would meet him in the lobby upon his return, but I forgot I told him that (we were well into our cups) and I wandered off and played more roulette and video poker. I didn't remember much of that, but when Christopher found me 3 hours later, I had the print outs you redeem for cash and I was up $140. What luck! He won $300 himself, playing craps.

We then go play more craps (and win). We cashed out and (trip info for rest of night omitted).

Thursday we woke up at 4:00PM and got ready for dinner and went downstairs, had a couple of beers, some Keno, played video poker, roulette and after going up $65, I call it a night and go back to the room.

We end up watching The Hangover in the room which was appropriate. Plus, many of the scenes from the movie were the same ones we could see from our hotel room.

Trip observation:

The National Finals Rodeo was going on the whole time we were there. I don't have much in common with cowboys, but they were all very nice and friendly. There were also a lot of Euro's in Vegas this past week, easily 50% of the people we encountered in Bellagio were from Europe. They were actually pretty cool, too. Latin America and Asia were represented in the Vegas diversity pool, though not to the extent I recall on previous trips.

All was cool and fun until Thursday afternoon, when a certain demographic began showing up in numbers not known earlier in the week: The Affliction wearing douchebag. For no other reason than this is justification to avoid Vegas on the weekends.

Young Tiger

2009-12-01T22:25:00.001-06:00

I love these old clips. (Tiger on Mike Douglas show)

Questionable decision

2009-12-01T20:43:00.001-06:00

By now, most everyone is aware of the Tiger Woods situation. A London newspaper site has this story about Tiger’s alleged mistress.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2753973/Waitress-Jaimee-Grubbs-claims-affair-with-Tiger-Woods.html

Hideous. Just hideous. Tranny, perhaps?

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Texas Longhorns Throwbacks

2009-11-24T10:01:00.001-06:00

UT will be wearing these uni’s on Thanksgiving.

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On the Waiting List

2009-11-23T18:31:00.001-06:00

Highway Rest

2009-11-21T13:38:00.004-06:00

Early 70's pic (CLICK TO ENLARGE)

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Probable Reason for Stopping...

Anybody old enough to remember these?

2009-11-14T11:52:00.001-06:00

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Yearbook

2009-11-14T11:04:00.002-06:00

Doc Ellis and the No-No

2009-11-13T08:47:00.001-06:00

Moz Goes Down

2009-11-10T10:15:00.002-06:00

More info here.

Muttley

2009-11-06T19:55:00.000-06:00

Long time coming....

RIP Soup Sales

2009-10-23T00:48:00.001-05:00

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Another Neighborly Encounter

2009-09-15T12:57:00.001-05:00

I just returned from a mid day walk with Luke and Taz. The weather has cooled off substantially enough to afford such a mid day excursion.

I typically take my iPod with me and listen to podcasts as we walk. Colin Cowherd provides plenty of entertainment to parry any tedium I may otherwise endure while walking on routes I've trod down innumerable times.

Towards the end of today's walk, I noticed a woman walking down her driveway on the other side of the street trying to signal me and shouting to get my attention.

I have never seen this woman in the years I have walked the dogs by her house, but I know one thing about her, she has 7 cats and the area around her house smells like a litter box.

I removed my earplugs and asked her to repeat herself as I crossed the street to confront her. She said, "I just love your dogs, they are so beautiful!"

Her voice was a dead ringer for Carol Channings'. This woman was in her early 50's, I'd say, and had bright red/orange hair with red lipstick applied with a caulking gun.

She was wearing house shoes and a house coat that wasn't securely tied at the top.

She told me that though she had cats, it was dogs that she loved as she leaned over to pet Luke and Taz. Her loose fitting house coat sagged down revealing not only was she not wearing a bra, she wasn't wearing panties. I quickly averted my eyes and brought our conversation to a close telling her that over time, she could change the cat to dog ratio in her house, as I retreated down the street.

Thus was the beginning of squirrel season.

Favorite Family Guy

2009-09-04T00:37:00.000-05:00

Favorite Family Guy scene to date. Too short, for my taste.

Check This Out

2009-09-03T23:40:00.004-05:00

I attended another estate sale last weekend and uncovered more gems. I am in the process of sifting through some of the more interesting photos for publication later. I also found some old canceled checks.

Note the penmanship. Amazing...

Click to Enlarge

Def Jam

2009-08-14T15:58:00.001-05:00

Cinco Midi

2009-08-02T00:05:00.001-05:00

This is slightly outdated device, but was very valuable when if first went to market.

Real Life

2009-07-15T14:31:00.000-05:00

Carson/McMahon GOLD

2009-07-02T22:49:00.000-05:00

Goodbye London

2009-06-30T00:14:00.000-05:00

What's for dinner?

2009-06-11T21:29:00.002-05:00

I just performed an inexplicable action that has me baffled.

Five minutes ago, I am sitting on the couch with Luke and Taz at my feet (scared by the rolling thunderstorms) watching Breaking Bad.

For some reason, I reach behind my ear and feel a small little bit of matter that I, in my infinite wisdom, thought was one of the crumbs from the slice of pizza I was eating. I grabbed the spec and put it in my mouth.

I felt a stinging sensation. I took it out of my mouth and ran to the kitchen to discover it was an ant (now dead after squeezing it out of my mouth.)

That's fucked up. I have had 5 ounces of wine all day, so being drunk is not the reasaon. Has anyone else done something like that?

Nick P.

2009-05-20T11:06:00.002-05:00

Nick's funeral is today at 4:00 PM. I will be attending and also join the funeral party at Katz's immediately following. Nick worked there in some capacity and Marc Katz liked him and has agreed to turn the bar over to the funeral party. (Is funeral party correct?)

Many of you are aware that I am in the midst of a prop bet that imposes an alcohol free lifestyle until June 1st. Due to the nature of the circumstances, I am invoking force majeure and will indulge in drink this evening. This has already been agreed upon by all concerned parties.

I don't have too much to say about Nick, but I will say this. He was an incredibly intelligent person (had a Physics and Law degree) but he lived in a tent on the Green Belt. Over the years, alienated nearly everyone he was ever close to. I expect that the funeral will be very well attended, however. That speaks volumes, though, I am not sure about what.

I wish he were still here.

the cheese is always free in the middle of the mousetrap

2009-05-12T12:54:00.000-05:00

I have been remiss with my entries on this site. Apathy and indolence are strong part of my make up, sadly.

So, in chronological order, I shall attempt to get you, dear reader, up to date on the past couple of months.

First was the secret girlfriend. Well, girlfriend is a little strong here. I have not mentioned this woman to anyone thus far and am only now for the first time, stating that I did indeed engage in a relationship. I am not exactly sure why I am revealing this now.

We met in late March at Baby Blue bar. I was at Baby Blue with 2 coworkers right after work on a Wednesday night. We all had two or three drinks, gossiped about work related issues and other coworkers and then left to go home. I was sitting in the parking lot and before I started my car, I decided to go back in for one more drink.

The bar soon became fraught with patrons and the banter among the regulars was restricted to Final Four bracket pairings. I had limited interest in that.

I had planned on leaving after that first drink but an attractive woman sat down next to me and I was feeling chatty (thank you, Makers Mark.)

A lone, attractive woman in a place like that is not common. I let the bourbon do the talking and she was receptive. I like to quit when I am ahead, so I paid out and started to head home. She stopped me before I left and gave me her business card (mortgage broker.)

I wasn't expecting that, and in a way, wan't even wanting that. However, I did call her two days later and arranged a date for more drinks. Well, we hit it off pretty well and I saw her on several occassions after that initial date.

However, we lasted slightly less than five weeks. It ended in late April. And now you know.

She wasn't married, so that's not the reason I was quiet about us. As I said, she wasn't unattractive. In fact, she was a sonsy lass, easy on the eyes.

She wasn't a financial drain. She had money and a six figure income (or so she says.)

I guess it came down to the fact that I don't like the idea that other people think I have a partner. I'll leave that to a shrink to sort out.

We saw each other twice a week and spent most our time together at her place (she came over to my house once), but I never spent the night. That wasn't well received after a couple of weeks.

Our union dissolved before it had a chance to sissilate. Her requests to meet my friends and her scabrous demeanor when rebuffed were the ultimate reasons for the dissolution of our relationship. We were physically compatible, but from a personality viewpoint, it wasn't going to work.

I won't be fielding questions on this.

Secondly, I am in the middle of a prop bet that has me going 5 weeks without drinking alcohol of any kind. I am on day 16 and haven't once been tempted. In some ways, this alarms me. My Mint.com account is very clear on how much money I have saved as a result. This isn't news to me, but damn, its a lot.

Thirdly, I was in the hospital about 10 days ago due to vertigo. Very scary. It came upon me in the middle of a poker game at my house. I had already started the no alcohol bet, so that wasn't a factor. The room was spinning and I couldn't even walk. I had to crawl to get around. I also threw up for the first time in several years (I was going for Seinfeld's record, but it wasn't to be.)

Stunts on a Hot, Tin Roof

2009-04-27T16:28:00.002-05:00

Yeah, yeah, another entry with a video. This is a compilation of a rider from the UK named Danny MacAskill. This is the sickest, most technical riding I have ever seen.

Shots Fired

2009-04-23T00:41:00.000-05:00

Twitter and Chemora Punch

2009-03-23T12:49:00.004-05:00

I've had a Twitter account for 223 days now. I do follow several friends and coworkers with Twitter. What I find more interesting, however, are the people I don't know or have ever met whom I follow.

Officer Phil is a good example. (Bonus: He's a fan of Norm MacDonald.)

The use of Twitter over the past SxSW crippled the SMS feeds, also slowing texting. Twitter is everywhere and I am very concerned about Twitter abuse. Tread carefully.

Accents

2009-03-07T18:50:00.004-06:00

With a tip of the cap to Maribeth, I have begun a You Tube exhaustive search of videos demonstrating various accents. I am keenest on the accents of the UK, though I am from Texas, I still like those from all over.

I find this to be a BRILLIANT short video on this obsession of mine. Oddly, the last accent she does is my favorite.

Dick Clark Influence

2009-03-06T11:16:00.001-06:00

Weekend Project

2009-03-01T10:44:00.004-06:00

Even though I have had to work this weekend, I still found time to begin a project I have been thinking about for a few weeks now.

I spend too much money dining out, rather than eating at home. Convenience is the main reason for this and the fact that I HATE to go grocery shopping (or shopping of any kind for that matter.)

So in order to motivate me to shop for groceries more often (and theoretically dine at home saving money more often, as well), I am writing a program that will minimize my time in the grocery store.

The first thing I did, was map out the layout of the grocery store I use most often. In this case, it is the Randall's on Balcones Dr.

CLICK IMAGE TO ENLARGE.

I took the key categories from the layout and added them to a database and using location based fields, created a program that allows you to upload your grocery list and have the program deliver a report that shows you the fastest way to shop for these items on you list by rearranging the list to be optimized for time.

I am still working on this as I want to create a mapping route that overlays the existing layout template. I am borrowing heavily from the same algorithm Google uses. I hope to have this completed in a few weeks.

Phil

2009-02-26T13:30:00.000-06:00

Just watch this...

Awkward

2009-02-16T21:45:00.004-06:00

Over the past 12 months (since my disbarment from Houston's), I have spent a fair amount of time at Pluckers. These are two very different restaurants, but Plucker's is cheaper and the regulars are rowdier than me (or Loren), so I doubt I will ever get banned.

Shortly after Thanksgiving, a new day shift waitress was hired on and I just happened to notice her. I haven't spoken much about her to my friends who meet me at Pluckers as they would no doubt have an embarrassing or incriminating comment to pass along to her should they know I thought "highly" of her.

She has been friendly with me since she started working there, but I am having trouble distinguishing between her demeanor as friendly banter with a "regular" customer, or something else.

And no, I won't mention her name.

So today, Loren calls me up and talks me into meeting him there for a late lunch. This has become typical for us. It is now quite common for he and I to spend a 2 hour lunch watching soccer and drinking a beer or two long after the lunch crowd has dissipated.

I arrived early and noticed the aforementioned waitress. She had already finished with her shift when I arrived and was sitting at a table in the main dining room with co-workers.

She saw me and came into the bar area and asked if I would like to meet her sister. Sure! Why not?!?!

Her sister comes over to where I am sitting at the bar and I am introduced. The sister is much smaller than the waitress of note, but I could tell they were related. I shook hands with her sister and held onto her hand while telling her she had very tiny, delicate hands. When I let go to look at them, I discovered she only had two fingers.

Now, I was trying to be suave, even if I was on my first beer. It turns out that this was a birth defect and not due to an accident (I was told), but I can tell the waitress was not happy with me. My previous stock piling of charm and wit with her was now depleted, and I fear I am in arrears.

She can't ban me though.

Comics in Real Life

2009-02-10T21:37:00.003-06:00

I've been too busy to with work contribute anything except this old pic that has been making the rounds over the past 3 years...

More Yesterday's Future is Here Today

2009-02-06T12:54:00.003-06:00

This video from 1967 (not 1969) accurately predicts what we have today. I understand Wink Martindale is the narrator.

Peppermint Trap

2009-02-04T12:14:00.005-06:00

About 6 weeks ago, I noticed a rodent had infilitrated my home and was getting into the dog food in the kitchen. The animal would appear two or three times per week. I had to put up all my food out of reach and that still did not curtail the visits.

I bought an electronic mouse trap at Lowes out of desperation. I wasn't interested in killing the rodent, but couldn't abide having him inside the house. I soon found out the trap was meant for mice and what I have is a rat. The trap was too smaill and the rat ripped the top off the device and grabbed the bait (much like the Hulk ripping the roof off of a car and grabbing a miscreant.)

Sunday, before the Super Bowl, I stopped by Zingers and bought two rat traps. They are huge. I haven't yet set them up as they are intimidating. The young female clerk was sizing me up and down when I bought them. Buying rat traps in this day and age is like buying condoms at the drug store in the 50's. It's pretty embarassing.

New Scan: Peppermint Lounge, Dallas Texas

Loving the Lord with Fresh Breath

2009-01-29T17:53:00.005-06:00

I spent last Sunday afternoon with Chris. I configured her 9 year old Dell computer with a Linux distro that will enable her to torrent movies and music as well as enjoy them on the media center that accompanied the OS.

In return, she gave me some shirts and a pair of shorts (all new) as a gift. We then went out for drinks (whisky, vodka, wine... you know, the usual.)

Later that evening I picked up the bag she had wrapped the clothes in and noticed this:

I am not sure if that was an accident or not.

Yesterday's Future is Today

2009-01-29T16:26:00.001-06:00

Mid Week Blues

2009-01-28T15:14:00.003-06:00

I have been slammed at work with a massive project that I thought was going to take two days. It is now day 6 with no end in sight!

Having said that, I am going to be leaving here in less than two hours for a non work sponsored outing at Cover 3. Only the cool kids from work (the drinkers) will be there.

Trouble is, I only have $50 and Cover 3 ain't cheap. I am going to have to go into Grifter mode if I intend to survive this outing.

Here's a nice scan from this morning. Back of photo says "Jack - Elgin Texas". No date given.

Cowboys Post

2009-01-26T21:27:00.002-06:00

Sorry for such a myopic topic. I am on record as hating Jerry Jones passionately for what he has done to destroy the Cowboys.

Having said that, I suppose there is hope. Here is Babe Laufenberg's five-point plan for fixing the Cowboys...

Family Familiarity

2009-01-22T16:35:00.005-06:00

I am not sure if the dad could get away with as much in today's protective climate...

No date or location given. Click to enlarge for full effect.

Here Comes the Gravy Pipe...

2009-01-16T15:32:00.000-06:00

This is audio only...

Must Be 250...

2009-01-13T12:39:00.006-06:00

I've watched a few torrented movies over the past three days. I found Gran Torino to my liking and will probably watch it again in a few years.

I also saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which is a bit long. I doubt I watch that movie again, but think it is worth a single viewing in one's lifetime.

I was definitely disappointed with Quantum of Solace. It was markedly weaker than Casino Royale. I'm gonna try and squeeze The Wrestler into my TV viewing sometime this week. That one will surely not disappoint.

Since this is a random, rambling (and lame) entry, here is a joke (this is just a joke, so don't get offended if it hits too close to home...

Q: What’s the difference between a Harley Davidson and a Vacuum Cleaner?

A: There’s only room for one dirtbag on a vacuum cleaner.

Here's another scanned image from my collection. Back of the photo says "Susan and Pete, San Antonio -1968". I can't tell which one is Pete. I wish I had been there, though!

Apple Innovation

2009-01-08T19:39:00.001-06:00

This is already a couple of days old, but very good. Its fairly short. Watch all of it to the end.

Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard

Long Shot at a Ball Game

2009-01-07T16:14:00.003-06:00

My sister recorded the Fiesta Bowl the other night and says she spotted us in the stands. I am not 100% sure about this. Click to enlarge.

I consider everything...

2009-01-06T09:33:00.003-06:00

I am back at work after a whirlwind trip to Arizona.

The Longhorns are an exciting team, but they still fall short, even after a bowl win.

Right now, this is how I see it:

1. USC
2. Florida
3. Utah
4. Texas
5. Oklahoma

An now, another found pic...

DRISKILL HOTEL (1954)

This, the new year....

2009-01-02T00:55:00.005-06:00

Holy Jeez! I had a wonderful New Year's Eve. I attended a festive party in Tarrytown last night. The booze was plentiful and it flowed freely. I met 2 or 3 free spirited women that night. One even asked me for my phone number (out of earshot of her husband.)

The odd moment of the night occurred around 2:30 AM when a previous guest of the party phoned the host to state that his 15 year old daughter had been "sexed up" on the dance floor earlier in the evening. The party was mainly 40 somethings with children in tow and there was the odd older single gentleman in attendance without and escort and one of them was singled out for some sort of dance floor violation. I may or may not have future details.

I woke up late today and had coffee as the waves of alcohol poured over my body. I managed a 50 minute work out before calling in quits and meeting up with Mary Ellen for dinner, snacks and whiskey. Mary Ellen is my kind of girl, she loves Maker's Mark. We spent 7 hours living the good life, entertaining bartenders with ribald memoirs and lies.

In the midst of our merriment, however, I received a phone call from my mother. I knew looking at the caller ID in the bar it was not good news and I curtailed the conversation Mary Ellen and I were engaged in.

It turns out that my cousin (Jay Miller, who is less that 6 months older than me) died today. Freak accident in the gym, as it turns out. I haven't seen Jay since the Summer of 1980. The picture I posted here was taken that summer. Jay was the oldest child of my Dad's youngest sister. I can't joke about his death, but I can relate a funny story (at least at the time) that I remember from the last time I saw him.

My girlfriend (in 1980), Jay and myself decided to go see a movie. Jay was visiting our neck of the woods for whatever reason and we decided to go see "Airplane" which was just released. We all three laughed very hard in the movie and went for a hamburger and soda afterwards (really.)

On the way back home, Jay fell asleep in the back seat of my 1975 lime green Volkswagen Rabbit. I nudged my girlfriend to look back and she knew what was next. We did a countdown from 3 and then I slammed on the brakes and we screamed very, very loud to make Jay think we were about to be in a wreck. He woke up in a panic not knowing what was happening or if he was to survive.

That was my last memory of my cousin.

Christmas Morning

2008-12-25T10:24:00.004-06:00

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Season's Greetings

2008-12-23T17:16:00.006-06:00

Merry Christmas!

Who Loves You?

2008-12-22T17:26:00.004-06:00

What a successful day! I did all my Christmas shopping today for the family and in under 90 minutes. Not only that, I spent half the money as last Christmas.

There will be a followup later on the outcome, but right now, I am feeling great and I only work one day this week: Christmas Eve, when those who make it into the office are usually drunk by 2:00 PM.

Sort this one out, if you can:

Captain Mulligan's Lament

2008-12-22T00:18:00.011-06:00

I had another action weekend. The rugby match on Sunday was the highlight, though the Hunsmen lost the match and title to the hated Clover City Mongrels. The whole experience was electric, man.

Karolyn and I arrived late to the pre-game festivities as we ended up going down on Sunday instead of Saturday as we had planned. That's a bit of a shame because I was looking forward to our stay at the Hotel Ashmont.

The Lion and Rose was jam packed when we arrive around 1:30 with rugby brethren and crazy girls. We had some catching up to do on the drinking side.

We finally found Trevor and Sky and sat with them until game time. A bit of background, here: Trevor's brother plays for the Hunsmen and Sky is a close friend of Karolyn's.

The service at the Rose was very spotty due to the huge influx of punters milling about. Once we got service, we ordered 3 rounds immediately so we were never without a full glass.

The interior of The Lion and Rose one hour before the game:

Karolyn and Sky:

Karolyn, Sky and Trevor:

Trevor took this pic of the match itself emailed it to me. That's St. Olaf in the blue and that's Trevor's brother making the tackle.
They got unlucky with the weather. If they had played the game on Saturday, it would have been 35 degrees warmer.

Here Come the Hensmen!

2008-12-19T12:29:00.005-06:00

I am scheduled drive to San Antonio to watch the CenTex Rugby finals this Sunday. However, it won't be the Austin Lads I will be watching, but thier old nemesis, The St. Olaf Hensmen. They made it to the final game to be played at 3:00 PM at Clark-Stone Field against Clover City.

We ended up hanging out with some the of Hensmen after the Lads game in October and hit it off. The Hensmen are a good lot, unlike the limp-wristed Sallys from Clover City.

We anticipate a heavy night of drinking (either in celebration or sorrow-drowning) so Karolyn and I booked a room at a motel near Clark-Stone Field (separate beds, however.)

Some of us are meeting up before the game at noon at The Lion and Rose (Alamo Heights location) to kick off the day with beer and chips.

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I have reviewed roughly 25% of the pictures I bought at the estate sale. I have deemed roughly 1 in 75 postable. What is the criteria for posting? It has to interest me and make me wish I was there at the time the picture was taken.

This one amuses me.

I hope to have updates of this weekend posted here early next week.

Comedy Clip #6

2008-12-18T12:26:00.002-06:00

Nice compilation. I've seen some of the individual clips before, but thought this was worthwhile.

Holiday Spirit - 2008 Style

2008-12-17T11:51:00.006-06:00

At the risk of sounding like a Scrooge, I have to say I don't enjoy Christmas gift giving or gift receiving. It feels like an obligation. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy giving gifts when it isn't expected.

Until recently, I didn't enjoy receiving gifts as an adult from family members. Their choices in clothing or books or whatever indicated that they really didn't know much about me. About four years ago, they decided to give me gift cards so I could pick out my own gift from fine establishments like Eddie Bauer, Drucker & Sons or Best Buy.

I had begun that practice as well, so now, we are just shuffling money around in the form of merchant's cards. This is no different than giving envelopes of cash to each other (Godfather wedding style).

I always come out on the short end. My sisters have families, so each nephew and neice get a gift card, whereas I get one gift card from the whole lot.

Last Christmas I did a tally. I spent $475 on gift cards and recieved $190 worth of gift cards. Was it worth it to see their faces light up when they opened their gift card? In a word, NO. They showed no emotion, though they did thank me.

This year will be different. I am going to buy or create some thoughtful gifts and do so in frugal fashion.

First up, a gift from my Mom.

Robin and I stopped by Goodwill on our lunch hour yesterday. I had some old clothing I wanted to donate and she wanted to poke around inside. She's a compulsive shopper.

I tagged along as she was going through some of the women's clothing and saw some pants that I thought would be perfect for my Mom. Robin is the same size as my Mom, so I had her try them on.
PEFECT FIT.

And check out the savings. That's $280 off retail!!

I am already feeling better about this Christmas.

Memory of Mike Y.

2008-12-15T21:08:00.001-06:00

Time to play catch up on the blog thing. I will attempt a newsy, off the cuff entry (that means this will really suck.)

Chris took me to Chez Z tonight. That's one of her favorite places. Others I know, don't like it that much. The food is over priced, really. It's just OK.

I do like the ambience there, especially around the holidays. They have thousands of Christmas lights and a piano player. The piano player wasn't too loud and actually enjoyable. A nice fit for the mood the place conjures up in the winter. He was playing a Blue Oyster Cult cover when we were leaving.

At one point, the piano player took a break and the piped in music kicked in, ever so softly. I could hear Chuck Mangione's "Feel So Good" and it was a dead on moment for the scene in Fargo where Mike Yanagita professed his long time love for Marge Gunderson in the motel restaurant. The atmosphere was a positive match (DNA lingo.)

When I got home, I started cleaning up my bedroom. I picked up the shirt that I wore to the Christmas party on Saturday night and found a $100 bill in the breast pocket. What the ?!?!?! I guarantee you I didn't have that $100 bill when I left the house Saturday. Now I can afford gifts for the nieces and nephews.

No tell...

2008-12-06T22:20:00.005-06:00

Today is the one year anniversay of my first post on blogspot. No party, though. I spent the past 12 hours working (rare weekend occurence.)

I was able to watch the SEC championship game while I worked. I also went through some more of the photos I purchased recently.

This one is one of my favorites. Says on the back: "Cheryl and Ed - Jan. '65". You can see Carson on the TV behind them. I don't recognize any of the booze.

I'm just as God made me

2008-12-05T09:48:00.002-06:00

RIP Paul Benedict, 1938 - 2008

Ted N

2008-12-03T15:19:00.005-06:00

Second entry in a row referencing older rock star.

I went home for lunch this afternoon. I could have eaten at the office, but I required a 20 minute nap to bolster my reserves and my couch fits the bill.

Luke and Taz had remained in the house when I left for work earlier in the day, so I had to let them out to do their dogly business. The second I opened the back door, Luke absquatulated like a rocket and I soon found out why: he had seen Morrissey lurking about and when Morrissey ran, Luke pinned him and was slinging him around like a Japanese scarf.

I rushed over to free the poor kitty and he scratched my hand in the midst of the kerfuffel. I am sure it was inadverdent.

Nonetheless, I now have a case of cat scratch fever that would make Mr. Nugent proud.

David B

2008-12-02T12:56:00.003-06:00

I used to be jealous of David Bowie. When I was 25, I fell for what would be the first of two girls in my life where the arcane term "in love" felt appopriate.

This first girl, Emily, was a huge David Bowie fan. She obsessed over him, as I suppose I did her.

[a bunch of stuff happened]

And finally, I could take in no longer and threw all the Bowie cassettes out the car window and watched them cascade over the bridge.

It was a good six years before I was able to listen to him again. He will be glad to know he is back in my good graces.

And the car we were in? Just like this one here (that isn't Emily):

Greased Lightbox

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