Didn’t vote for him

Didn’t vote for him.

Didn’t vote for his daddy, either. But I did see GWB, once, on a fishing show, and you know? In my dream world, after the next four years? I’d love to fish with him on his pond in Crawford.

When both my parental units called in on Wednesday afternoon, I got to ask the question they both refused to answer earlier, the “Who did you vote for” question.

As moderate, right-wing, not-quite-fascist conservatives go, I figured it was more a rhetorical question. The pause came and suggested something was afoot, like, “There are strange things afoot at the Circle K.”

Turns out, even my conservative parents voted for Kerry. I’m wondering if Sister even bothered to vote. But she’s in California, so I guess that’s a moot point, now.

“And what’s that burning smell?”
Better known as, “Is something on fire?”

No, it’s just first time I’ve had to fire up the heater.

Cornbread:
After the sun had set, I wandered off to the coffee shop for a little dinner. The “slacker banquet,” as it was. Red beans and rice, with some cheese, diced tomatoes, jalapeno, and purple onions.

“Ahh, man, I just dropped the cornbread, you want to wait on it?” The cook asked me.

“No problem.”

As I was shoveling my way through the vegetarian feast, I noticed that the cornbread, served a little late, tasted particularly good. I inquired as to the cook’s magic.

The Capricorn behind the coffee bar assured me the guy in the kitchen wasn’t a cook, just warmed stuff up. Between the two, they arrived at the conclusion that the cornbread tasted good because it was warmed on the same griddle as the hash browns, and therefore, redolent in fresh rosemary. Just a nice touch.

I kept thinking it was that special floor seasoning.

Tech support woes:
Got Pa Wetzel an iSight for his birthday. Tried it last night, and I’m happy, only took three phone calls to get it all straightened out, up and running. Sister’s purported reason for this suggestion for a birthday gift was to stay in touch. What really happens? I have to be in front of my computer with the little cam running while talking on the phone until the video connection goes through. The only problem? I can’t fish while answering tech support calls from the family, not now.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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