Still cheaper to park here.
Sparking:
New released. Good, I always wanted know that.
Judges:
Judge not lest yea be judged.
Hot Topic:
No, seriously.
Saturn:
Looked like Saturn was spilling out of the moon. Yeah, well, it was cloudy. But that’s what it should’ve looked like. Shipwreck.
Humor me:
Good punch line.
Male bashing:
Ouch.
Houston:
“We have a problem.”
alt-country:
Yeah, I know, get a life.
Register to vote, then think about it, wouldn’t this site: astrofish.net and its blog astrofish.net/xenon be a good movie? Short, thriller, long, mystery, action, comedy? Something?
Via The Fat Guy, the lamentable loss of innocence. Perhaps I’m truly one of the lucky ones, since I’m still in the game and more, my web journal (still) has no direction. I don’t write about a specific topic, it meanders pointlessly, and, most important, the division between reality, fantasy, myth and metaphor gets blurred. Obscured, even. Not that it matters much to me, as I live in a strange place inhabited with mythical creatures, and it’s okay, all the folks here know me.
However, that’s also been a downfall. Some of the astrology essays would do well in astrology magazines, but I can’t be bothered. Fishing material might be appropriate in a fishing magazine, or outdoor life, but again, I can’t be bothered. Then, there are days when this material is merely just a record of where I’m going, and what I’m doing.
Two Meat Tuesday (the book)
(cure for the common horoscope)
Pink Cake A commonplace book.
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Lubbock and Mothers:
But not Mothers of Invention?
Stay tuned, but don’t expect the jokes to get any better.
Left over images from the weekend, the graduate and some Mother’s day chocolate.
Musical goodness:
The Cramps - back in the day.
Coffee Files:
Buck’s problems. I mentioned that original logo, the slutty Siren, years ago, when I was in Seattle.
Music:
In most Nordstroms’ stores, there’s a piano player, or a player piano. Or both. In San Antonio, inside the Bexar County Line?
Namesake?
Actually, yes.
For the smokers:
Cigarette accessories.
Undead files:
What would Tom Stoppard say?
More Undead:
How about a headbutt, instead?
In similar vein, what websites devote more screen real estate to horoscope text?
Dead Files:
Old news but still a sickly hilarious story, and only in Houston would they decapitate a corpse then smoke a bowl through the skull. Talk about a head rush. Can’t say we don’t have anything to be proud of. Yee-Haw!
Pink Cake:
It is one of my favorite books. Heard a quote that should be in it - alas - I just heard this: “Fix one dish and do that well.” (Red-Headed Capricorn about cooking dinner)
Crap:
I am an office of one.
More crap:
I should buy.
Two Meat Tuesday (the book)
(cure for the common horoscope)
Pink Cake A commonplace book.
Bexar County Line
To say nothing about the dog.
Some days, it’s just random stuff, picked up on the road.
Register to vote, then think about it, wouldn’t this site: astrofish.net and its blog astrofish.net/xenon be a good movie? Short, thriller, long, mystery, action, comedy? Something?
Flights to Lubbockistan. Is it a fair shake?
“I’m high straight in Plainview
Side bet in Idalou
An’ a fresh deck in New Deal…”
Terry Allen’s great song, Amarillo Highway, possibly more famous for the likes of Robert Earl Keen, as it’s one of his mainstays in performance.
Either share a room with three women, for one night, or stay the night in Plainview. Or Amarillo. Which made me think of that Terry Allen song. Or stay in a dorm for night. Dorm-like arrangement. Something.
The Radisson in Lubbock, may be a nice hotel, but the service sucked. “There’s no room at the inn.” Seriously folks, didn’t even make a good comedy routine.
So Lubbock’s on my mind.
I spent the evening with friends and family, getting ready for the niece’s gradation. Virgo, not that it matters, and there’s a job waiting for her, in Dell, back in Austin. In the bathroom, Saturday morning, at first I thought it was a spider, but the action of the spot on the floor, the uneven length of the legs? Baby cricket. Friday night, upon arrival in Lubbock, there was that fateful breeze out of the east, the aromatic blend of cow pie carried by the gentle zephyrs.
Been exactly four years (and a handful of months) since I was last here: February 2004.
This is West Texas. Pictures to follow soon enough. I love this place. However, I’ll go with the rest of the family on visiting.
The PT Cruiser. At the car rental place, a Capricorn made a point about offering the cars, and I kept suggesting the PT Cruiser.
“That’s like the last car to go, usually.”
“But it’s so cool if you have to sit in the back seat!”
(Which, given my enthusiastic response, was where I was headed.)
Better yet, if I did have to sit in t he trunk? Much preferable in the PT Cruiser. Not that I have experience like that with branch of the family….
Then Dallas, for my own Ma Wetzel (Scorpio). Sister did surprise them, showing up from the left coast.
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