Filed under: community, people | Tags: carnival, job fair, small town, ugly small town
While working today, I had to drive to a little town southeast of Houston called Dickinson. I do it every month. It’s comparable charm lies somewhere between the places depicted in the movies “Walking Tall” (the original) and “The Hills Have Eyes”.
I noticed that one of those sticky, greasy carnivals had set up in one of the parking lots. After I drove past it I thought about how impossible it would be to recognize the carnies from the locals. Then I realized what a good thing it was for the community. Dickinson had a job fair in town.
Filed under: entertainment, humor, music, people, recreation | Tags: asshole, Bud Adams, Oilers, the bird, Titans
Filed under: entertainment, people, recreation | Tags: Bud Adams, Oilers, Titans
What an obnoxious old toad. I was glad to see “Bud” leave Houston when he did. I can’t help but wonder if his 80 something year old mind has progressed to a stage of dementia and all his “yes men” keep his bottomless glass full of high end liquor.
I will admit that I laugh my ass off every time I see this. I wanted to post this while I could because I don’t think it’s going to be up on the web for very long.
I wake up every morning with a seriously ridiculous song playing in my head. I mean every morning. This has been going on for as long as I can remember. It’s not a good way to start the day.
I was pleasantly surprised and actually relieved when I woke up Saturday morning to hear a good song bouncing around in my head. It was a song by a band I haven’t thought of in twenty years or more. In fact, I had completely forgotten about them. It was a song by The Producers
I liked this band so much back then that I played their cassette until the tape finally started squealing and was eventually “eaten” by the tape deck. I was fortunate enough to grow up in Corpus Christi. Bands love playing Corpus clubs and The Producers played there often. I was able to talk to a couple of the guys between sets one night. This is the song I woke up to.
Filed under: entertainment, music | Tags: Bill Haley, calories, dancing, diet, gym, health, workout
Are you sick and tired of the same old gym experience? Tired of getting hit on by sweaty, over-muscled douche bags? Have the exorbitant monthly dues and the anti-food movement caused you to subsist on rice cakes and bean curd?
Well, suffer no more. With the The Bill Haley Workout you can have all the moon pies and RC cola you want. For a meager nightly cover charge you can work all those moon pies into negative calories. To hell with celery. And just think, with the calories burned and the money saved, there’s plenty of wiggle room for a few beers, a burger and a shake afterward. Everyone’s talking about it.
I get winded just watching this.
My weekend began when I got home late yesterday evening. It will end when I finish this post.
I was working in San Antonio and the little town of Wimberley on Thursday. I checked in to my usual motel in San Marcos around 7:00 pm, went out for dinner and then returned to my room to watch Discovery Channel. That’s a bit of a treat because we don’t have cable at home. In fact, we don’t even have regular TV at home because of the digital switch. It’s ok though, we really don’t give a shit. Neither one of us watches TV anyway. But one of these days I will get someone over here to hook us up. This is where I stay one night a month.
Ugly. Depressing. I know. But, hey . . . It’s got cable!
I spent one lazy day at home and now I have to get back in the truck and drive up to Dallas tomorrow morning on a Sunday (my day off). I’m on salary. I’m not getting paid for this bullshit drive up to Dallas tomorrow. The reason I have to do this is because the suddenly overzealous boss, who works at home by the way, decided that we needed to be on site at zero-dark-fucking-thirty on Monday morning for me to install our equipment which will take me a full one hour and maybe ten minutes. I am so pissed off about this. It makes no sense. If I were in charge I’d leave at 7:00 or 8:00 on Monday morning, arrive in Dallas around 12:00 or 1:00, install the damned thing and get a room somewhere.
As ridiculous as this is and as much as it pisses me off there is one bright side. I’m taking next Friday off to make up for this injustice. I’ll have a three day weekend. Also, I never had a chance to unpack so I guess all I need to do is throw in a few pair of socks and some underwear. Hey, I’m already packed! See you when I get back.
I got the call this evening. My daughter is getting married. No, not 15 year-old Gabby but Sara, my 22 year-old. It isn’t that much of a surprise to anyone but when she announced this it was one of those weird moments that caused the blood to suddenly drain from my head.
I am very happy for her but I am also dreading the day we have to go tux shopping.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bad pictures, bad product, bad purchase, cameras, digital cameras, wasted money
I really didn’t need that ten dollar bill anyway. It was only taking up space in my wallet.
I have wanted a digital camera for a long, long time. I just haven’t been able to get one because of the steady bombardment of bills and the even higher cost of of a 15 year old daughter. About a week ago I was in a CVS (it’s a pharmacy on all four corners of every intersection here in Houston) when I saw a miniature digital camera for $10.00.
Of course I was skeptical. I knew it was a piece of shit but I bought it anyway. I had hope. The specs were impressive and it came with a download disc and a USB cord. It does everything the package said it would do (including video) but the images are pretty much useless as you will see here.
My desk- taken from my bed
My desk, taken from the floor. Check out that bitchin’ wall map of Houston.
This is our monkey. His name is Lewis.
I make him pay rent but when he can’t come up with the money I shake him down. Literally.
He usually . . . Lewis . . . Lewis . . . ?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: crime prevention, home defense, home protection, safety
Goodnight, asshole. Believe it or not, this is a business in California.
I love the Forties
Gotta love the pentatonic scale too. Can anyone tell me what movie this is? I’m not quizzing anyone. I’m just asking because I do not know.
