the business Fishing Guide to the Stars and astrofish.net

I was amused to find out that the business Fishing Guide to the Stars and astrofish.net is considered to be on par with “titty bars” — although, to be fair, I didn’t quite get the exact quote. Right, get your metaphysical lap dance here. This is the inherent problem with falling between the cracks in the business world. Next subject: the airline I’m flying — no frills — to the Left Coast this weekend — in the news. I shook the chairman’s hand once, boarding a flight for Dallas. He was under the influence of something (legend would have it, Wild Turkey), and he passed out peanuts to help the staff on that flight. That won my heart. It’s why there’s no filter on the e–mail around here. Then there was that pretty tempting picture in the mail yesterday: blond female, huge fish, cigar. Life just doesn’t get any better than this. [Maybe life is pretty good right here — barbacoa for lunch yesterday, a special — zesty — tasty treat. Literary reference for this meal ticket? The movie Giant.]