I’ve got, literally, dozens of snapshots, digital images of tortillas, and there’s a reason for the season of madness, I’m looking for an image.
“I got on my cowboy boots, jeans and hawaiian shirt, pair of sunglasses and a mobile phone. I guess I look like some Port Aransas dope dealer, out on bail, just trying to get home.”
(Ray Wylie Hubbards “Screw You We’re From Texas” off the Growl album.)
“Now, I love the USA and the other states, they’re okay. Texas is the place I want to be, and I don’t care if I go Delaware anyway.”
In the trailer park:
The Virgo neighbor, one of them, anyway, stopped by and had much to say, as she has moved, and will be renting her place out during session.
“But I’m going to miss this place, with all its ‘personalities,'” she implied me, me than anyone else.
And thinking about personalities?
Check it out, everything is for sale, I guess, including human ad space. Maybe it’s not really that new.
Leo notes:
I wonder if Shannon knows she’s saucy? But she is the Leo.
Fish photo:
Right at dusk, I was chatting up an Aries client, and she was wondering about good luck. The bobber disappeared. Fish on! Een though he’s pretty small, I mean, considering the conditions? It’s a good sign.
There was a second fish, moments later, but the picture didn’t really turn out too well.
And if you’ve made this far?
There’s the first draft of an “iLife iMovie” in quicktime, or some kind of video streaming – music and video, all done by me. I did a reading last night, and when I was done, it was really too icky to fish, so I played around with some software. Looks like it’s about 6 megs, or so.
