LO2

Face all inflated like a pumpkin. Back now.

Face all inflated like a pumpkin. Back now.

So I drag my ass out of the house to head for work, get in my POS, and start driving. Half a block from my driveway, I notice the bug. A stink bug is hanging on for dear life on my hood, looking at me. For some reason, I'm rooting for the little guy. Three stop signs before the highway, I think, three chances to jump off before certain doom. Stop one, nothing. Stop two, he just sits there, staring me down. You bastard, he seems to say, why me. Stop three. His last chance to jump off, a little far from home, granted, but alive. He looks at me, bows up (to look big), and poops stink bug juice on my hood, saying Take that, you gigantic fuck.

On to the highway, followed by a brave bug's end ten seconds later.

Do not go gently into that good night, my little stinky poop juice friend, do not go gently.

So I drag my ass out of the house to head for work, get in my POS, and start driving. Half a block from my driveway, I notice the bug. A stink bug is hanging on for dear life on my hood, looking at me. For some reason, I'm rooting for the little guy. Three stop signs before the highway, I think, three chances to jump off before certain doom. Stop one, nothing. Stop two, he just sits there, staring me down. You bastard, he seems to say, why me. Stop three. His last chance to jump off, a little far from home, granted, but alive. He looks at me, bows up (to look big), and poops stink bug juice on my hood, saying Take that, you gigantic fuck.

On to the highway, followed by a brave bug's end ten seconds later.

Do not go gently into that good night, my little stinky poop juice friend, do not go gently.

Hiya.

I haven't posted in a long while. A combination of prepping my new laptop for use (whee!), a godawful amount of work (boo.), horrifying pain/infections in my teeth (ow!), and severe lack of money (whimper...) have hampered my blogging.

Anyhoo, I'm back. Chilling at the Spider House in Austin, pretending to be indier than thou, taking a little breather from Waco and having a little quality time with my girlfriend before returning to the fray.

Talk to you soon.

Hiya.

I haven't posted in a long while. A combination of prepping my new laptop for use (whee!), a godawful amount of work (boo.), horrifying pain/infections in my teeth (ow!), and severe lack of money (whimper...) have hampered my blogging.

Anyhoo, I'm back. Chilling at the Spider House in Austin, pretending to be indier than thou, taking a little breather from Waco and having a little quality time with my girlfriend before returning to the fray.

Talk to you soon.

So I'm at Spider House again (with my girlfriend this time), and there's little kids everywhere.

It's kind of cool, really, all this kinetic kid energy bouncing all over the place. They're having fun, not too loud, not breaking stuff, it's all good.

There's this one really little kid that caught my attention. Just big enough to be walking around, but at the point where running or other advanced operations are completely unfeasible. There's this one spot on the back patio where you have to take a step up to get to the back part. I honestly never gave the step a first thought, much less a second one, until I saw this kid try to get up it.

A truly daunting six inch climb, the boy took his time assessing the situation, planning and preparing. No fool, this boy, he was going to do it right the first time. both hands flat on the ground, a truly notable angular shift of his entire body while working a foot up to the higher level, the climb was completed in a scant 40 seconds. One for the record books.

Excited about the whole climbing thing, superboy decided to take on his greatest challenge yet: four stairs. This took about a minute (mom helped, so no record). Clearly winded, superboy rested for a moment and took gleeful noisy notice of a nail (or rather the head of a nail in the patio flooring) that was particularly shiny. Clearly a highlight of the day.

We take so much for granted.

So I'm at Spider House again (with my girlfriend this time), and there's little kids everywhere.

It's kind of cool, really, all this kinetic kid energy bouncing all over the place. They're having fun, not too loud, not breaking stuff, it's all good.

There's this one really little kid that caught my attention. Just big enough to be walking around, but at the point where running or other advanced operations are completely unfeasible. There's this one spot on the back patio where you have to take a step up to get to the back part. I honestly never gave the step a first thought, much less a second one, until I saw this kid try to get up it.

A truly daunting six inch climb, the boy took his time assessing the situation, planning and preparing. No fool, this boy, he was going to do it right the first time. both hands flat on the ground, a truly notable angular shift of his entire body while working a foot up to the higher level, the climb was completed in a scant 40 seconds. One for the record books.

Excited about the whole climbing thing, superboy decided to take on his greatest challenge yet: four stairs. This took about a minute (mom helped, so no record). Clearly winded, superboy rested for a moment and took gleeful noisy notice of a nail (or rather the head of a nail in the patio flooring) that was particularly shiny. Clearly a highlight of the day.

We take so much for granted.

Bill Moyer, 73, wears a "Bullshit Protector" flap over his ear while President George W. Bush addresses the Veterans of Foreign Wars. (AP Photo/Douglas C. Pizac)

Found via Nude Highway Driving.

Bill Moyer, 73, wears a "Bullshit Protector" flap over his ear while President George W. Bush addresses the Veterans of Foreign Wars. (AP Photo/Douglas C. Pizac)

Found via Nude Highway Driving.

I was editing promos for the September PBS lineup, and I spotted this girl in the Bob Dylan: No Direction Home promo. Creepy.

I was editing promos for the September PBS lineup, and I spotted this girl in the Bob Dylan: No Direction Home promo. Creepy.

I am bored. Bored bored bored. I am the boredest bored that ever bored. Bored.

Oh, look! Godzilla is coming down the street in culottes and heels singing "I Wanna Be Loved By You" while doing a little soft shoe!

Not really.

Bored Bordidy bore bore bore. Mama say mama sa ma maku-bored. This is boretacular.

Piss.

I am bored. Bored bored bored. I am the boredest bored that ever bored. Bored.

Oh, look! Godzilla is coming down the street in culottes and heels singing "I Wanna Be Loved By You" while doing a little soft shoe!

Not really.

Bored Bordidy bore bore bore. Mama say mama sa ma maku-bored. This is boretacular.

Piss.

OK. So I'm pretty broke, what with having a low paying job and many many bills (They have little teeth. They bite my feet.), and I'm sick and fricking tired of fast food, which is too expensive and crappy. I like to cook, but I don't have the time to cook nice things, and I have to be frugal right now. So I've been experimenting with cheap food.

That's how I discovered the greatest creation in the history of food science: Hill Country Fare Complete Instant Mashed Potatoes.

Did you catch that? Complete and Instant. Both. Add water, and potatoes. Actually, it's much simpler than that. You don't even have to boil the water. Hot tap water, and you have a shitload of suprisingly good mashed potatoes in thirty seconds. For forty cents. Add salt, done.

If you don't think this is awesome, then you never had to live on Ramen for a week while you were in school.

Ooo! Ooo! Idea! I'm gonna add one of those "Beef Flavor" packets from a Ramen pack to the potato mix! Beefy potatoes, and you don't have to add salt! Or should I go Chicken? Seafood Flavor?

I so need to go to the store right now.

OK. So I'm pretty broke, what with having a low paying job and many many bills (They have little teeth. They bite my feet.), and I'm sick and fricking tired of fast food, which is too expensive and crappy. I like to cook, but I don't have the time to cook nice things, and I have to be frugal right now. So I've been experimenting with cheap food.

That's how I discovered the greatest creation in the history of food science: Hill Country Fare Complete Instant Mashed Potatoes.

Did you catch that? Complete and Instant. Both. Add water, and potatoes. Actually, it's much simpler than that. You don't even have to boil the water. Hot tap water, and you have a shitload of suprisingly good mashed potatoes in thirty seconds. For forty cents. Add salt, done.

If you don't think this is awesome, then you never had to live on Ramen for a week while you were in school.

Ooo! Ooo! Idea! I'm gonna add one of those "Beef Flavor" packets from a Ramen pack to the potato mix! Beefy potatoes, and you don't have to add salt! Or should I go Chicken? Seafood Flavor?

I so need to go to the store right now.