On the Patio

On Quitting

I've been looking around the blogosphere of late and have noticed some grave markers, old, enept, blog addresses. Some, even for a price. Yeah, dead blogs are a primo purchase.

I've been trying to blog since 08/2004. Trying. A lot of trying to keep up. Disappeared a few times. Lied about shuttering the joint. But I really didn't want to. Truth is, it's a lot of pressure touching the masses with poignant insights in an over-internetted, max-googled society. Who the fuck wants to read shit like this?

 

 

What I Learned Today

11:31 a.m. here. I have learned something today.

There is no promise that can be kept. No word that can be relied upon. No friend that can be trusted.

I have learned that everyone lies.

I have had your back for a long time. But now, I'm like you. You will not see it coming.

Happy Halloween Wishes

Such fun dressing up for Hallow's Eve, isn't it?

Do you prefer tricks or treats?

One Day Closer To Death?

Part of Pink Floyd's epic tune, Time:

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death....

Border Patrol Agent Rewarded For Doing His Job

I wish someone, someone, anyone would explain just how things have gotten this bad. Why are we punishing our own for doing what we expect them to do? Why is someone in charge of an agency when that someone has absolutely zero experience in that area?

This sickens me to the core......

I'm Cold This Morning

Horrible weather here this morning. 55º. Where did Fall go?

All damn summer it was in or near the century mark. I was in Abilene prettiest wimmen I ever seen, Texas, last summer and it was 109º+. I remember reading that Texas had over 45 straight days of 100º weather. That was followed by a drop of an average 12º.

Eighty five degrees is not Fall weather! I have been robbed of the Fall season.

I prefer the thermo-meter to post a 75+ reading. I also would like to hear gulls squawking and waves crashing, and pick up the slightest whiff of cocoa butter in the humid air. Add the clinking sound of ice in a glass to all that wishing...

Next, she says, "Hey baby...look at these puppies!"

 

Friday Fishing

Who cares....

Lines Of Thought

Thinking is something of which there should be more. But it's not all that it's cracked up to be. It can be dangerous. A person can be thinking of more than one thing at a time. That's called not being focused. It's like the joke Roger Miller told Willie Nelson once:

"This guy is looking at new cars one day...kicking tires and such, when a car salesman approaches and asks, "You thinking about buying this car?" The buyer replies, "No sir, I'm gonna buy this car. But I was thinking about pussy."

Oil Spout

Old school, baby.

Are You A Thinker?

Suggested by Yabu, today's article from The American Thinker, "The Risk Of Revolution."

Getchur coffee, turn the teevee volume down, read this...

Here's a snippet...

"......Simultaneously, the global socialist movement is organizing "Occupy Wall Street" actions to destabilize America's financial system.  The failure of most Americans to accept the visceral hatred by certain elements in the world against any semblance of free enterprise still shocks me.  The socialists have openly planned to destroy free enterprise, what they call capitalism, for over a hundred years.  Yet most Americans are still oblivious.  These enemies may be aligned with foreign movements, but they are internal enemies, and they currently control our government.  The Obama regime is a part of the global socialist movement.....

May The Road Rise To Meet You...

It is kind of early for a drink, isn't it? 6:34 pm as I start this. I am pre-medicating, as they say. I have known a few fellows that regularly planned to get drunk, and I never did see the logic in that. Drinking, or over drinking, should never be a planned event. The only think I am certain of, having started this early, is that it will probably happen. But I'm home and safe from others, I'm not driving or walking the streets. I won't be hurting anyone tonight. And I am, by nature, a very pleasant over drinker.

That is just one rule for drinking, if you know too much will be consumed. Here are some others:

   1) Eat something, and not just anything. Eat something that will taste almost as good, or at least, not that bad, as it comes back up. This is called the Hurling Rule.

      Examples...

The Sky and Squirrels.

(I had a call tonight while I was on the patio having a puff or two, watching the sky change to dark. Most times I wouldn't interrupt the moment to answer. I'm glad I did.....)

I was out on the patio one morning, having my chicory coffee and a morning ceegar, just sitting there watching the day wake up. And watching two squirrels fuck.

Two For Tuesday

This brightens my day...

Almost Too Tired To Care

Not wallowing, yet. Just tired of the shit. The olde...one step forward and two steps back. Seems to be a lot of same venting out there too. But no one really has a clue. No fix on the horizon. Then it dawns on me. Who the fuck cares. Not a question. It has been a fucked up time, these last few years, and I am really tired.

Friday Fishing

Wouldn't you like to sail away with this one?

Kemosabe?

Dr. Goddard, of the Smithsonian Institution, was reported as believing that Kemo Sabe was from the Tewa dialect. He supported his contention by calling on the "Ethnogeography of the Tewa Indians" which appeared in the 29th Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology (1916). It seems that in Tewa, "Apache" equates to Sabe and "friend" to Kema.

An interesting side light comes from the son of Fran Striker, "It is usually assumed that Kemo Sabe is how the Ranger refers to Tonto. However, in many of the early radio broadcasts, the Ranger calls Tonto "Kemo Sabe" AND Tonto also calls the Ranger "Kemo Sabe."

A scholar from the University of California at Berkley thought that Kemo Sabe came from the Yavapai, a dialect spoken in Arizona and meant  "one who is white,"  since the Ranger always wore a white shirt and trousers in the earliest publicity photos.

Another suggestion has been that Tonto, (whose name means "stupid" according to some interpretations) responded by calling the Lone Ranger "qui no sabe"  which roughly translates from Spanish as "he who knows nothing" or "clueless."

Turn the page to find out what Gary Larson says "Kemosabe" means...

Bill Whittle Nails It In 3½ Days!

 

I wanted to show you that, so that I could show you this. V-Man nails as only he can, with the language that Mr. Whittle only wishes he could muster.

Dedication of the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr Memorial

...I watched some TeeVee video of the memorial dedication. It's an impressive memorial, very suitable to one of the deepest thinkers and do-ers in our recent history.

via rivrdog.typepad.com

Mr. Rather really doesn't have the correct frequency, does he?

Acidman-Revisited

"least like what I expected. I'm smoking the cigar he gave me as I type. Marcus is younger and more quiet than the mental image I formed from his blog. But I'll let you in on a secret--- he likes pretty, feminine toes as much as I do."

Smoking and drinking tonight...looking at blogs, saw this entry by Rob.

The blogmeet in Austin in 2006 was the first and only one I attended. I planned on joining up more, but failed. I only have ifs to offer, but if there is another, I will try to be there. They are good people.