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.

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 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.

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?

I get winded just watching this.

My weekend began when I got home late yesterday evening. It will end when I finish this post.

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.

I really didn’t need that ten dollar bill anyway. It was only taking up space in my wallet.

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 . . . ?

Goodnight, asshole. Believe it or not, this is a business in California.

Bear Mountain Sports

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.

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