Long story short:
I wound up with a guitar and case. One too many jokes about me and musicians.
As I sauntered out of Shady Acres, I had the usual two suitcases plus a laptop bag and guitar case. Felt like a scene from the Mariachi trilogy.
But going to El Paso?
Think: The Gourds.
Soundtrack – copious unrelated material
“Talk to the Hand” is the song, I think it’s sandwiched between “Diaper Man” and “Chick with a Dick,” but I might have the tracks & titles wrong. Jerry Springer: the Opera (official soundtrack).
“She said that he said that I said that I said that he said that she said that they said that she said that…” I got lost in the lyrics.
2003 in book format is for sale. Why? Just to run through the motions. It’s all of last year. Why pay when it can be downloaded in PDF form factor here? I can’t answer that. The web is a highly volatile medium, and the archives could, conceivably, fall into an electronic wasteland.
There was a hardware swap the other night, and I had a little extra time, after being served BBQ by an Aries, and as my Gemini buddy noted, she had a tattoo of a vegetarian lizard covering one arm. The idea of the splash page came back up. I toyed with a couple of design ideas, but nothing seemed quite right.
Weird statistics:
3668: 8.24%: 31/Dec/03 00:32: /index.shtml (this is the main page)
642: 1.27%: 31/Dec/03 00:23: /currents/intro.shtml (this is the paid subscription page)
The end of the year, more like just the end of the month, the statistics look like 1% of the readership is (barely) subsidizing the rest of the readership. Consider the lack of advertising around here – just text.
Not so very long ago, I found a handful of really ugly fishing lures in the discount bin at a sporting goods store. The copy on the back of the lure’s packaging was a priceless tale about record catches, winning fishing tournaments and jail time. Because the lures were in the discount bin, a little more than a buck apiece, I picked up a couple of them, for practice. Damnedest thing: I got a strike on one Wednesday afternoon when nothing else was working.
Black-eyed peas (signature Texas Caviar) at Threadgill’s New Year’s Day. Then a long, really ambling hike with a fishing pole, working some hot spots around the lake. Net catch? Two bridges. “You really hooked that one bridge, it wasn’t going without a fight,” as I was observed. No fish, but a couple of sticks. And two bridges.
Off to El Paso for a working weekend.
