Wednesday, October 26, 2005

That was a bit harsh....

I was a tad liquorpated and feeling put upon. It doesn't change the facts tho. I was on what can only be described as a date, I got up to go take a piss, and came back to find her gone.

Yeah, that's right.

Fucking GONE.

What the shit is that?

So, given the current world we live in, I stayed at the bar at the Pinon Plaza in full view to 'establish an alibi' just in case she showed up knifed in the parking lot or something.

To top it off, they had the fucking world series on t.v. Have I told you of my loathing for baseball? I don't know if I have or not, but I fucking hate it. Imagine me sitting there seething, waiting for the marathon game to 14 innings or some such happy horseshit, just so I can have a verifiable alibi.

What a shmuck, huh?

Anyhoo...guess that's it for now....hope all is well with y'all.


Fuck you....Fuck every last one of you

That's for every woman that reads my blog.

I try, I really try.

It's been 3 years. On the real.

3 years since I've been out with a girl...since I let myself even care what a girl thinks.

So, G, fuck you.

And the horse you rode in on.

Fuck you all.



Sunday, October 23, 2005

Assassinations, boobies, and tons of free booze...


What a couple of days. I got a call Thursday at about 12:30 pm, as I was leaving the house to go shopping before heading in to work. The call was from Lynette, a lady I've known since High School.

She dropped a bomb on me.

As it turned out, my best friend from High School was getting married. On Saturday. Yeah, that's right...Yesterday. I was at a loss. I would have no way of attending the bachelor party (Friday night) or the ceremony (Saturday afternoon) as they both conflicted with my work schedule.

I won't go into the gory details, but after some quick begging, and a promise of indentured servitude, I managed to get an early shift on Friday which let me out of work at 2:30 pm. That gave me plenty of time to get to the bachelor party. I also managed to weasel Saturday off. I was stoked.

I met Greg at the bar. That's a 6000 gallon aquarium. Greg and Pat, another friend, and I had a couple drinks together, and shot the shit. After a bit, I met the father of the bride. In the men's room.

Don't ask.

We were then treated to dinner. The food was fantastic, and there was an open bar. Happily, we had a dd, so I was drinking like a fish. After dinner, we made our way to Harrah's to see their topless review Bareback. That's where we saw the boobies.

Needless to say, we did our level best to get Greg hammered, and we have photographic evidence that we were successful.


The funniest line of the weekend came from Brushman. After viewing that photo on the screen on my camera he said 'It looks like Murph got assassinated.' We were all laughing so hard we couldn't see.

The best man was literally on the floor.

We got him to the church on time though and all was well. The reception was good... Tons more food, and another open bar. As I didn't have it in me to crash on another floor, I took it easy on the booze so I could drive home.

All the best to ya Greg.....

I'm out.


Monday, October 17, 2005

Go Rams!!

Or not.

Actually, I'm tickled pink that they lost. There are a few teams that I hold a grudge against, and the Rams happen to be one of them.

Don't even get me started on the Steelers ->blerg<- or the Cowboys. If the Raiders only win one game this year, it will be ok, because the one that they will have won will be against Dallas.

I can live with that.

In other news, I ran into an old friend today. It was a real My Dog Skip kind of thing. I gave her my number, but I really don't expect to hear from her.

Picked up the film today. Had some pretty good shots. We're going to get together tomorrow and pick and choose which ones to work with. I'm a bit worried tho. I sent off some slides, and they're not back yet.

I hope nothing happened to them. Would be the possible lightning shots on that roll.'s early, but I'm gonna crash...

Zapatas caliente,


Sunday, October 16, 2005

Help me baby, I can't do it all by myself....

Are there any of you out there that listen to Joan Osbourne?

I'm sure you've heard of her. She had that 'contravershall' song posing a simple religious question. If that's the only song you've heard from her, I must say you are missing out on some good stuffs.

On the album Relish, there are a pair of tunes that I really dig...well, after a couple listenings, I liked all of them. But these two in particular. The one from the title, and Crazy Baby.

Both of these have to be heard to be believed.

There are some kicky fun ones as well. A well-balanced album.

Oh, and that whole What if God was one of us? one? That's really not bad either.

It's as easy as A B C...

In other news, I've been reading up on the Bumblebeaters electrical system, and I think I'm going to give it a go. I'll prolly end up electrocuting myself, and this blog will come to an untimely and rapid demise.

That, or, dare I say it.....I'll have 2 running vechicles. The thought boggles the mind. My money's on the former, but then I'm a pessimist.

Hotshots Golf Fore is really pissing me off. I swear, that fucking game cheats. Of course, as soon as I'm done with this, I'm going to go play for a bit....

Until next time, I wish you all a:

Siesta del carne,


Thursday, October 13, 2005

Baby, it's you....

I told myself I was going to title this blog with the next song. Sammy Hagar from the album Standing Hampton.

Odd too, as it's the first time I've heard the song since I uploaded it. As I read the title on itunes (that's right...didn't recognize it) I tried to think of a 'Baby it's you' moment in my recent life to apply it to, and of course, I came up dry.

I think what I miss most about my self-imposed exile is the companionship. I mean, don't get me wrong. The sex...god do I miss the sex...but the cuddled up before sex eating a bowlful of something and watching a movie or some shit.....

Ok...gonna bitch about work for a bit now.

We're still short-handed, so your's truly gets to work another 6 day week. Ah....I can smell the overtime. It just wears me out, though.

Now it's Hard to Be by the Vaughn Brothers off the album Family Style.

I'm going to give that write a whole novel in a month thing a go this year. It fell during Dland last year, and the lost week proved more than I could bear.

I haven't decided what type of novel I should write though. There are a couple that I have poking around in my head. I've got a 'science is the downfall of mankind' theme that's kinda unique, and I've written it as a short story, so I have a good start.

On the other hand, I do have a sort of techie story about what could best be described as 'the ultimate hack.' Nice twist in this one.

And then there's Paper Cuts. This is the kernal of a story idea that's been rolling around in my head for years now. I got the idea while working construction in Florida.

Picture it, if you will:

The day was hot, humid. A blazing summer sun beat down on the on the polished steel roof sheets. 5 men stood there, installing the roof. I was doing a job known lovingly as 'goopin' sheets.'

While not as bad as it sounds, this is no pleasant task, let me assure you. Have any of you ever worked with stick-um? Not the stuff that pro athletes used, but the stuff on that thick waxed paper roll? I tried to find a photo, but I suck, so you lose. I'll try to find a roll at a store and shoot a photo myself.

But I digress. A 'sheet was a piece of sheet metal about 5 and 1/2 feet long, and I had to run a line of stick-um down the edge of the sheet so that when they were fastened together, it would form a no-leak seal.

Problem was, I didn't have any gloves. I know it's hard to imagine the pain of a roll of thick wax paper going, say 5...10?... miles an hour, and melting a paper cut into your cuticle, but that day, I didn't have to imagine it at all.

I had one on every finger. 2 or 3 on some. That, and a long day of sweating into them, made for a fairly unplesant day. But, I did get the story idea out of it, and while telling this story to you, I've decided to write Paper Cuts as my novel this year.

Thanks for listening.

Huevos sin blancos


Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Picture this...

It was a long shoot. 9 rolls of film were exposed, and we were all over. Out at the river, with the natural foliage, down in town at the Capitol building, back at her house in the hammock and by the rock of her house.

It was a pretty good shoot, and I'll see what I have when I drop the film off, which I haven't done yet. It was also hotter that I'd expected, and as I usually wear a hat when I'm shooting (keeps my hair out of my eyes) I got all grimy.

I came home, cracked a beer, and was just thinking about taking another shower when my phone rang.

It was L, of whom you've heard me speak incessantly. She was in town, unattached, and looking for something to do. Can you say Sushi? Now, those are only the leftovers, and the roll on the left is called Fire Roll, and it was the SHIT!!

So, we porked out, came back and watched some tv while I worked on her back. We had a good laugh at the expense of a little girl on Jeopardy. They're doing like the grade school tournament, and the answer was something like 'Puff the Magic Dragon froliced in this 'in the land of Honilee.''

Her answer? What are pansies.

All 3 of us were laughing out loud at that. I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard.

Well, today it's back to the grind. Not that I mind so much. I had 2 GREAT days off. Not only that, they didn't try, not even once, to call me in. Work is really no problem, as long as I get my down time.

Ok...guess that's my Tuesday. Tune it later for the next thrilling episode.


ps i am soooo looking forward to sushi leftovers for lunch today

Monday, October 10, 2005

I kicked their asses today.

Due to a slight absence of fundage today, it was decided by general consent that we should cash in our change.

Mind you, we only cashed in the nickles, dimes and pennies....well, and like 30 dollars in quarters....for a total of 87 dollars. We walked over, each fed a machine 10 dollars, and my machine ate my dollar.

Ensue the 10 minute wait to get a tech over to fix it


But then I sat down and started playing. Sometime later.....Maybe 3 beers?...I'm not sure, I cashed out $150.00. Then we went to the quarter bar to finish our beers. We split a $10 bill, and within 15 minutes, I had cashed out another $90.

What the fuck? Guess it really does pour when it rains.

Oh, and by the way, what the fuck is THIS.

I'm shockingly revolted, and oddly aroused at the same time.

In other news, I'm working tomorrow.

No, I didn't get called in. Well, at least I haven't yet.

I've got a photo shoot. We're going to hit some of the outdoor places hereabouts, and we should have pretty good light. She's got long hair, and she's built tall....going to find some nice constrasting shapes to set off her litheness.

Oh promised my ride, and I know it's been a long time coming, but here's my hair.

Guess that's all for now,

Huevos sin blancos,


Thursday, October 06, 2005

Wake me up, before you go, Don't leave me hangin' on like a

Yo yo.

Sorry...was watching Family Guy, and Chris just did a tribal fertility dance and married the daughter of the Chief to the Wham hit quoted above.

Stewie also asked if the 'females had exposed clitoratti.'

The Deja Vu has come full circle. I've been having thin wispy versions of a Deja Vu for like the last week or so. Just now, listening to the last half of the abovementioned cartoon, I got the whole thing.

Deja Vu's are just so wierd. I have no idea what they are or where they come from. Nobody seems to actually. Deja Vu

Or this.

The only thing I really know about them is that I have them.

Oh yeah, happy Thursday.

Oh...and I've got a new sign off that I'm going to use for a while.

Thanks Ebomb.

Huevos sin blancos,


Tuesday, October 04, 2005

I'm going to make a movie...

No, really.

I mean, I've seen a lot of movies. I know plot, story, ehixibition. I can act, and I'm sure I could direct.

This is how I'm going to do it. I'm going to pick one of the most beloved of classics, by some author of great renown. I'm going to market it as 'true to the original story.' Then, I'm going to make some very controversial cast choices.

People will argue for months about how wrong everyone is for their character. The momentum will build. There will be a rumor of a tryst between the leading lady and the leading man....

22 weeks of grueling shooting, under adverse conditions, and voila, perfection.

Of course, after about 10 minutes of perfect depiction of the origial story, I'm going to veer from the 'true' story just a bit. By this, I mean that I'm going to just start making stuff up, moving stuff around, and taking lines from one character and giving it to another.

I'll add on entire chapters making stuff up from whole cloth, all the while skipping a magnitude of good writing, humor, and insight on the part of the author.

People that have read the story will hate it. People who haven't will love it. Controversy will reign supreme.

And me?

Funny you should ask. I'm going to stand back and RAKE in the money. With the proceeds, I'm going to buy a small island and set up my own government. If you'd like to become a citizen, please send your application to