One of my nephews, Brian is moving with his wife, Taylor to Chicago. Home of da Cubs and da Bears.
Even though I only see them a couple of times a year, it has always been comforting that they lived here in town. I'm going to miss them. They are a very bohemian pair, and I really respect that they are their own people. They had a very cool wedding - the first one that I ever took photos of - at the French Legation in Austin. I've enjoyed seeing them at various venues where Brian's band played.
I wish upon them maximum happiness, and hope that they can find the place they need to be. It's with sadness that they are going, but I admire their spirit, and it makes me happy that they are willing to embark on an adventure.
So to Brian and Taylor - I salute you and wish you a great adventure!
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Yay
I finally got to go fishing yesterday. I got maybe 10 minutes of fishing between 2 different lakes. Frapping rain.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Weather woes
DAMN. More rain.
The day after my 40th birthday, a day scheduled off for a day of fishing, and I get up to find that the rain is coming down again. Shit. A low pressure system is stalled over Central Texas AGAIN. What the hell? Is this what it's like to live in Seattle? The only "rain gear" I have is a battered golf umbrella stashed in my trunk.
As soon as Academy opens, I'm going up to buy a rain poncho, and I'm going fishing. I don't give a crap if it rains, I don't give a good shit if I get wet. I have put aside fishing for about 2 months now for this shit, and I'm TIRED of it. Most of the lakes around here are closed because of the high water levels and debris in the water.
Nothing funny to write. I'm just trying to keep the cussing to a minimum. On a fun note, yesterday being my birthday and all, we went shooting which was muchly fun. I started getting back in the groove a bit, compensating for some "off" sights on my pistol, and putting together some decent groupings for not having shot in about 3 years. Next time, I'm going to rent an M-4 (M-16) for 8 bucks plus the cost of ammo. I can't wait.
The day after my 40th birthday, a day scheduled off for a day of fishing, and I get up to find that the rain is coming down again. Shit. A low pressure system is stalled over Central Texas AGAIN. What the hell? Is this what it's like to live in Seattle? The only "rain gear" I have is a battered golf umbrella stashed in my trunk.
As soon as Academy opens, I'm going up to buy a rain poncho, and I'm going fishing. I don't give a crap if it rains, I don't give a good shit if I get wet. I have put aside fishing for about 2 months now for this shit, and I'm TIRED of it. Most of the lakes around here are closed because of the high water levels and debris in the water.
Nothing funny to write. I'm just trying to keep the cussing to a minimum. On a fun note, yesterday being my birthday and all, we went shooting which was muchly fun. I started getting back in the groove a bit, compensating for some "off" sights on my pistol, and putting together some decent groupings for not having shot in about 3 years. Next time, I'm going to rent an M-4 (M-16) for 8 bucks plus the cost of ammo. I can't wait.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The Classics
I've taken a keen interest in making sure my 4.75 year old clone is exposed to the classics. I think that it's very critical in any child's life to make sure they have a good education and that includes watching cartoons that were my favorites when I was growin' up in South Texas.
I was in the kitchen cooking, and 2.0 was in the living room watching Boom - a cartoon channel that shows oldies but goodies. Tom & Jerry was on, all pretty innocuous, right? Cartoon on cartoon animal violence never hurt anybody, right?
I am not paying micromanagement level attention, and then I hear the song "How Dry I Am." 2.0 is in the other room, laughing at the way the cat was walking after drinking out of the jug marked "XXX." So what MGM presented to my young-un is a cat getting shit-faced, then being chased by a VERY stereotypical black woman. We're talking "Mammy" from Gone With the Wind.
I seriously doubt that anybody outside of Trey Parker and Matt Stone could create such a cartoon these days. People would be shocked. I guess it all comes down to being from a different time and place.
Oh well, back to watching cartoons with him while dinner cooks. I keep saying "Oh, I love this one!"
PS: nothing like explaining to him why Droopy's fleas were smoking cigarettes.
I was in the kitchen cooking, and 2.0 was in the living room watching Boom - a cartoon channel that shows oldies but goodies. Tom & Jerry was on, all pretty innocuous, right? Cartoon on cartoon animal violence never hurt anybody, right?
I am not paying micromanagement level attention, and then I hear the song "How Dry I Am." 2.0 is in the other room, laughing at the way the cat was walking after drinking out of the jug marked "XXX." So what MGM presented to my young-un is a cat getting shit-faced, then being chased by a VERY stereotypical black woman. We're talking "Mammy" from Gone With the Wind.
I seriously doubt that anybody outside of Trey Parker and Matt Stone could create such a cartoon these days. People would be shocked. I guess it all comes down to being from a different time and place.
Oh well, back to watching cartoons with him while dinner cooks. I keep saying "Oh, I love this one!"
PS: nothing like explaining to him why Droopy's fleas were smoking cigarettes.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Wii are not amused
I'm not a gamer. Or a gomer as my keyboard wants me to type.
Yesterday, I thought "hey, on the way home, I'll swing by Worst Purchase and pick up a Nintendo Wii." Yeah, a likely thought. The young gentleman who is barely shaving scoffed at me like I was a naive schoolgirl asking for tickets to see the Beatles on their first invasion tour of America. "Uh, they sell out in like, minutes." Ok dude. Sorry to harsh on your buzz.
I said "Ok, well that doesn't make any sense - the hype should be over -- the Wii has been out for months." And was told that they only get 4 or 5 units a week. Ok, I began wondering, just how hard is this quest going to be? I thought it would be simple to just get online and order one, and that would be that. Sheah, right, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.
I might have better luck getting an Iphone. Yes, I spelled it incorrectly, as a direct slap in the face of any jerk-off who put his life on hold for X days to stand in a queue (yeah, said like a Brit) to get one of these shiny, pretty little things. Are we monkeys? Are we so dazzled by shiny bits of technology that we are willing to stand in line for DAYS to get one? Excuse me, waiter, I'd like a break.
Maybe instead of getting my son a Wii to play with, I'll start him off with a .22 caliber rifle. I bet it'd be a WHOLE LOT more fun... (Maybe not for his mom) and he'd get street cred at the daycare. By the time he's 10, he'd have a whole arsenal at his disposal. Instead of going to WallyWorld to buy the latest game, he and I could try out hand-loading of armor piercing ammunition.
I bet if he ever went postal -- nobody in the media could ever claim that it was because he was addicted to video games.
Yesterday, I thought "hey, on the way home, I'll swing by Worst Purchase and pick up a Nintendo Wii." Yeah, a likely thought. The young gentleman who is barely shaving scoffed at me like I was a naive schoolgirl asking for tickets to see the Beatles on their first invasion tour of America. "Uh, they sell out in like, minutes." Ok dude. Sorry to harsh on your buzz.
I said "Ok, well that doesn't make any sense - the hype should be over -- the Wii has been out for months." And was told that they only get 4 or 5 units a week. Ok, I began wondering, just how hard is this quest going to be? I thought it would be simple to just get online and order one, and that would be that. Sheah, right, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.
I might have better luck getting an Iphone. Yes, I spelled it incorrectly, as a direct slap in the face of any jerk-off who put his life on hold for X days to stand in a queue (yeah, said like a Brit) to get one of these shiny, pretty little things. Are we monkeys? Are we so dazzled by shiny bits of technology that we are willing to stand in line for DAYS to get one? Excuse me, waiter, I'd like a break.
Maybe instead of getting my son a Wii to play with, I'll start him off with a .22 caliber rifle. I bet it'd be a WHOLE LOT more fun... (Maybe not for his mom) and he'd get street cred at the daycare. By the time he's 10, he'd have a whole arsenal at his disposal. Instead of going to WallyWorld to buy the latest game, he and I could try out hand-loading of armor piercing ammunition.
I bet if he ever went postal -- nobody in the media could ever claim that it was because he was addicted to video games.
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