It’s a fish. Thursday morning. In fact, it’s the same fish I caught another time. She’s putting on a little weight, too. In a bigger version of the picture, it’s possible to see that the pole is a really light crappie pole. Makes for much more interesting fishing, that’s for sure. This one about bent that pole in half.
Thursday afternoon I cashed in a three dollar lottery ticket, paid for lunch (hot link & coke).
Luck might just be changing.
iPod tricks?
iPod pic-o-da-week. I guess.
Politics:
Kinky for Guv? You bet. Made official Thursday, then I began looking at the page’s actual content. Maybe a couple of hundred words about Kinky and his bid for governor, and the rest was advertising. 75% or more. Plus the stuff about the Kinkster? That’s not, like, heavily researched – it’s all available on the book blurb for most of his novels.
Nice, too, in front of the Alamo. Make a point. Do it with style, that’s our boy. I’ll be in SA myself, Friday night.
More on Texas politics at the Pink Dome.
Unrelated:
Pa Wetzel breezed into town. He has a meeting, affiliated the University, and he drove in a little early for some dinner with me, and, of course, some Amy’s Ice Cream. Dinner was BBQ, and I toted my laptop up to the BBQ joint to show Pa Wetzel a few website ideas, make a point, and look at pretty pictures – he has a thing for maps. Yes, it’s just a seedy BBQ joint, and yes, they have free wireless.
After that, we piloted his Prius over to Amy’s. A familiar face was working the counter last night, a guy I’ve seen, he was at Amy’s old store on Guadalupe, the old store, back some years ago. Back again, and I asked his birthday. He even ventured a year.
“29,” I replied, “you just turned 29,” same year I was born. “28,” he replied to my reply, “I’ll be 29 this year.” Grin. He only works Thursday nights, was what I gathered. Aquarius. One of those. Two Aquarius at the BBQ place and that super scooper. He had a practiced throw, three scoops up, over and caught backhanded. While Pa Wetzel was working his way through a big dish of ice cream, and I dashed next door to look for a last-minute Valentine’s card. Out of luck because I was out of time.
But the girl working the counter looked vaguely familiar. “Don’t you remember, you did my chart.”
Libra.
“And things, they did get better?” I asked.
“Well, some. It is a lot better now.”
Then I asked about the book she was reading, as I was in terrible hurry to get back to my abandoned father, but she had out a book with the blurb, “by the Booker-award winning author…” Which, without a doubt, aroused my curiosity. But not enough to linger, but I did scribble a title down to look for at a later date. Never know what book recommendation will be good, “If you like that dry English style,” which I do.
Persistent behavioral problems:
The problem was a single typo. Appropriate parties have been summarily beaten.
