Only been about 18 months in the construction phase

Thought provoking, via slashdot. Then Bud’s view from Ft. Worth (still one of my favorite towns.) I think I’ve got the new order form working now. Only been about 18 months in the construction phase. Yesterday afternoon was cool in the trailer, but almost hot outside. Because of publication deadlines — the bane of writing for a living — I had stuff to get out of the way. But once that was done, I stretched my legs out on the hike and bike trail, clearing some serious mileage. Unrelated images: an old guy passed me on bicycle, saying “Hello,” and he was closely followed by a woman with electric pink hair. Around mile five, I gave in to the taco hut I was passing, and had the most delightful plate full of Barbacoa— again. The presentation was perfect: the plate was divided into four equal servings, refried beans, fresh pico [chopped: onion, jalapeño, tomato, cilantro], rice and Barbacoa. Because Barbacoa is such a rich food, it really tastes best mixed up with that fresh pico. Something this good, though, it’s bound to be too rich for me. Sometimes I forget that I write to amuse myself, late last night, I was proofreading some stuff, and I found myself reaching for a dictionary to make sure I understood the word — one of my own words. Yes, now I know what it means. And there was one scope, just coming up, and it was a howler, it was so funny. I think it’s in Capricorn soon. And now I’m off to lunch with my ex–girlfriend, at her request. If there are no more updates, check the bottom of the lake for my body.