Lost my way

I was packing for this weekend, and there’s an ethernet cable I usually carry for this one cheap motel, surf side. I couldn’t find it, and I sorted through the travel bags, show bags, and just about every place I could think to look. No ethernet cable.

I finally found it, when I was dumping freshly laundered clothes into a backpack. At the bottom of the bag, the one bag I hadn’t searched, there was the cable.

I was briefly amused by simple pleasures like finding a necessary piece of communication gear, and I was further amused by the fact that all I was doing was taking the clean clothes out of the laundry basket and dumping those clothes right back into a travel bag.

I’m packed, got my fishing gear sorted out, got my show bag ready to roll, it’s going to be a long, long weekend. Work in San Antonio, at the new location, and since San Antonio is close to the ocean, in a Texas way, just head straight down to the Gulf for a few days. Now that’s sweet.

Fish Tales
I was fishing and a canoe with three lads hove into sight, and then landed. British lads, from Yorkshire. I directed them to Barton Creek. One of them was curious about my fish. I asked if they would eat anything out of the Thames. I kept dangling bait in front of bass, but all I caught were perch.

I hate advertising, part uno
Just a stupid online test, while it was raining.

Bacardi 151 Congratulations! You’re 139 proof, with specific scores in beer (80) , wine (66), and liquor (156).

All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient.