All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.....

Or in this case, T.J.

I swear, work is eating my brain. The deluge of 6 day work weeks (and 9 hour days) is really taking it's toll. The only consolation, scant tho it may be, is the money.

But I ask you, what good is money when you're too tired to spend it?

Yeah, I don't know either.

At least this is the last week of it. After Christmas, we go back to normal.

Of course, that doesn't help me this week.

Or last week.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I've been letting things slide a bit....

Not just a lack of posting, but also sloppy reading habits (sorry folks), and I've been absolutely horrible at commenting.

I know I love them, and I'm sorry I haven't really been leaving them latey, but I'm just so over being online right now.

I mean, I spend 8 hours a day on the computer, and then, once I get home, the last thing I want to do is get back on the keyboard, and when I do, I try and get things done as fast as I can....

Now, a couple things:

It was 4 degrees when I left the house today.

Also, it's supposed to snow from later tonight until like....Sunday.

What can I say, I'm stoked!!

Oh, and I've got those photos I promised.

Enjoy!!

These are from the other night:

















It did this all day on my one day off this week:



And I found these at work today:






And, since it's Thursday:



That's another pic that Michael took. This one is from our first trip to Oregon, like 2 yrs ago, or what/whenever.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Well, all we need now is a brass monkey.....

Cause according to weather.com it's -4 today, with a wind chill of -14.

That is indeed cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

There seems to be a bit of controversy as to the origins of that phrase, so I'll let you draw your own conclusions:

Explanation 1.

Explanation 2.

Explanation 3.

I'm not sure which I believe, but whatever your leanings, it's FUCKING cold today.

Our high is predicted to be 32 degrees today.

Sweltering.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I don't know anything....

So, we got a bit of snow last night/today:




Well, it actually started last night (yes i have photos but i need to 'shop them) and it's still snowing.....

Oh, and they tried to call me in today, and I actually said no.

For all the good it did....

I have to go in tomorrow...

Sigh.

It's gonna be teh (sic) SUCK, but I fully intend to walk in, just to prove a point. I'm not sure what point I'm trying to prove, but Ima prove it.

That storm you've heard about?

The major storm on the West Coast?

Yeah, it's crapping all over me.

Tomorrow will be joy beyond joy.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

They're kiiiinda freakin' me out....

Let me ask you something.

What's the latest you feel comfortaboe calling someone?

For me, it's right about 9:00pm. I'm not sure why, really. I mean, I, and most of the people I know, usually stay up pretty late. Well, by some people's standards.

I mean 10 o'clock is late to some people, but if I'm playing EQ, there's every possibility that I'll be up until midnight, and if I don't have to work the next day, perhaps even later.

I don't really have a problem with my friends calling later in the evening, but it kinda bugs me. I'm not sure why, really. I mean, if I'm up it's not really a problem, and I'm usually up, so....

There are, of course, 3 notable exceptions to the above. Tammy, J, and L all know that at any time, for any reason whatsoever they are allowed to call. It's the bond I have with them.

I also know that it cuts both ways.

Now, that was a lot of set up for this, but I got a phone call at 8:48. Not only is that edging towards 'late phone call time' for me, but it also came during a movie.

As always.

Michael and I were watching Zombieland when the phone rang. Bewildered, I got up to see who it was, and saw on my caller id *77-xxx-xxxx and said fuck that, I don't know them. I'm not answering.

Less than a minute later, my cell rang.

Same number.

I go to answer it, and miss the call. I call back, and yes....

It was The Vampires. Has it been 6 weeks already?

Guess I'll be donating blood again soon.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Well, I figured out why I was so tired.....

Or discovered a contributing factor anyhow.

See, I've had a nassty head cold/sore throat/generally pukey existence for about a week now. It hasn't been fun.

Not even a little.

I promised you pictures, and now you may be sorry you asked....

See, I had like 15 that I wanted to post. I considered a collage, or doing it in parts, but I decided fuck it.

I did whittle it down a bit, though.

If this post's too long, well, tough tittie, as the kitty is reputed to have said.

Without further ado, I present Thanksgiving day in pictures:

The ever-present salami roll ups:




Spinach Dip:




Crackers:




The cheeses I spoke of:




Brussels Sprouts ala Strathman:




My Mom's Candied Yams:




The Main Attraction:




My 1st run at it:




The finishing touch:



Well, there you have it, Thanksgiving dinner in 8 pictures. I can assure you that it all tasted as good as it looked....

I'm full again just from posting about it.

Buenos con queso,

T.

A 747 has a smaller cockpit.....

I know, I know, it's bad.

Most blonde jokes are, you know.

Ok, so I should have posted photos yesterday, and, failing that, I should have posted them today, but I'm not going to.

I'll give you a brief rundown, and then, perhaps you'll cut me some slack about the lack of photos. I will be posting them, though, I assure you.

We'll start with yesterday. As most of you did (im guessing) yesterday was spent in various rites of gluttony. We had everything from cheese (spreadable and slices) and crakers, and cold shrimp with coctail sauce (pops makes killer cocktail sauce) as appetizers to candied yams and sauteed brocoli for main courses.

We had mashed potatoes and gravy of course, as well as stuffing (both in bird and out), and of course, turkey. For dessert, we had three kinds of pie. I got
photos of all the stuff in prep and plated stages, but as I've said, you'll have to wait for those.

We got home around 8 or so, and I promptly passed out. I woke up around 10:30 or so, and made the long walk up the stairs to bed. As usual, walking from the living room to my room woke me up enough that it wasn't easy to fall asleep, but I finally did.

The 1st time I woke up, it was still dark, but as we'd planned to be at Wally World at 3 am, I fully expected to see dark when I woke. What I didn't expect was to see the numbers 11:40 on my phone when I checked the time.

Nor the 1:05 the second time I woke up.

Or even the 2:05 the third (and last cause i said fuck it and got up) time I woke up.

We made it to Walmart pretty much on time, and Mike and I were 3 and 4th in line for the t.v. that we were after. They started selling them at 5, and we had ours in the car by 5:25 or so. A quick run back into the store for movies and a vid, and we were done. Total time: 42 mins.

We dashed home, dropped our swag and headed for Target. It was a near thing, but we both got our hard drives, and Mike eagle-eyed Cuthroat Island (a total sleeper and well worth the watch) on fucking Blu-Ray!!!

After that, it was a quick bounce to Home Depot for flashlights, and then we headed to Best Buy so Mike could buy a monitor for his computer. While there, I indulged and bought Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare 2. What can I say?

Anyhow, we got home from all this at about 8 or so, which gave me an hour before I had to be to work. I wolfed down a turkey sandwich, and helped Mike get his tv set up, then he gave me a ride to work.

I was there until about an hour and a half ago.

In case you're wondering, I'm fucking bushed, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for the photos.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What's the difference between a blonde and a 747?

Whew...what a day.

It was an extra day again this week, but at least I got OT for this one.

And as an extra added bonus, I got paid today too, which means that I've totally gotten enough money together for my Black Friday extravaganza.

I'll totally be able to buy my tv and my external hard drive....

Did I tell you that Target's got a terabyte for 60 bux?

Yeah, I prolly did....in any event, I have enough for those two and some cheap movies to boot.

Of course, that's all after tomorrow, which I intend to totally enjoy.

We're going over early and spending the day at sis's house, and I plan to eat myself into a coma.

Twice.

I'll have pix of the food and attendant proceses, and perhaps even a musical number or two...

Buenos con queso,

T.

To hide the valve stem...

I think I'll finish out with blonde jokes.....

Just because there are so many.

Ok, here's what we've got:

Whisky asked for some photos, and so here, in no particular order I give you:

1. Something that consistently makes you happy.



Say what you will, but coffee makes me happy. Nothing else I know gives me the satisfaction. I mean, it's cheap, it's legal, and I can get it any time I want. What's not to love?

And just so you know, this isn't just any coffee. No, no, my friends, this is Starbuck's Komodo Dragon coffee. Does that make me shallow?

I don't know, but I do know that I love coffee, which brings us to:

2. What's in your fridge?

I labeled most of the important things, and if you can't figure out the rest, please feel free to comment or email your questions....:




And finally, we come to:

3. Your favorite thing to see if/when you walk to work. If you read 'round here, you'll know that I've been sans vehicile for a while now, and while it doesn't reealy bother me, I'm getting kinda tired of walking back and forth to work. Granted, given the way things are now, I usually only have to walk 1 or 2 days, but still....

I'm walking...

But I digress...

My favorite thing to see is this:



because when I see it, I know that I'm (more or less) 100 steps from my door, and the end of another work day.

It's the only good thing about walking.

Well, that and it being 'good excercise,' which is what I tell myself every time I have to walk.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know why blondes wear pony tails?

Yeah, so I missed another day.

Seeing as how I've already broken the chain, I didn't figure that missing one more post would really be a big deal.

Besides, I'm pretty sure nobody's reading anymore, based on my lack of comments. I mean, nobody's even trying to answer the jokes, and Whiskeymarie is the only one that asked for photos.

I'm working on them, in case you're reading this. I have 2 of them, and should be able to get the 3rd today.

Or tonight.

Or something.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Because demons are a ghoul's best friend.....

Well, you have to hand it to me.

When I go down, I go down in flames.

I realized that'd I'd forgotten a day of blogging (much to my chagrin) and once the chain was broken, I figured 'Fuck it,' and I took another couple days off.

Not that I really had anything to blog about anyhow, but I'm sure I could have come up with some mindless drivel to put here.

In fact, I'm the king of mindless drivel, if you haven't noticed.

I was talking to Sis last night about our upcoming Thanksgiving day/dinner, and we were kinda setting the menu. It should be another excercise in gluttony, and I can hardly wait.

One week from today, we chow down.

Are any of you going to go shopping on Black Friday? Michael and I are. It's time for a new t.v. and an external hard drive.

That's prolly going to kill all my ready cash, but it needs to be done.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know why you always find ghouls and demons together?

So, another day has come and gone, and I'm bushed.

I finally made it to Friday.

I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but my days off at work got changed.

Twice.

I won't go into the gory details, but just know that I've worked 6 days in a row for the last 3 weeks, and given the way the pay period breaks, I haven't gotten a single hour of overtime.

It fucking rots.

And I'm fucking tired.

I do have the next 2 days off though, and I plan to use them well.

I'll be back tomorrow to tell you how.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Mike Tyson's dog....

I know my posts have been extremely lame lately, and for that I apologize.

Some of it is my having a boring life, some of it is my not having time to do anything worth blogging about.

Some of it is that I've been busy with EQ and other various video games, and some of it is my catching up on movies and t.v. shows that I've gotten behind on.

Some of it is just that I'm a boring guy.

But most of the lameness has been me just being generally kinda out of things.

I'm still thinking about Greg, and my other November issues....is it any wonder that I've been so lame this month?

I don't think so.

In an effort to try and spice things up around here, I'm going to open the floor up for photo requests.

If you're reading this, I'll let you pick 3 things you'd like photos of, and I'll post them here (if theyre sfw) or email them to you.

So, put on your thinking caps and come up with something fun for me to shoot.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What has 4 legs and no ears?

So, happy Friday the 13th.

Are you superstitious?

Did you have bad luck today?

I didn't, really. I mean, I had to go to work, and I consider that unlucky, but the date really had very little to do with it.

I'm still pretty bothered that there's nothing exciting going on this month. I guess it stands to reason tho. The one month they pick for us to blog every day is the month that's been the most boring so far.

Oh well.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Spends her fuckin' money.....

So, once again, we're up to Thursday.

I know I missed out on the whole HNT thing last week, so I'm going to make up for it tonight.

I don't really have anything else, so I thought I'd show you my new knife:



I know, it's kinda boring, but it's all I've got.

You know how I am on Thursdays.

Did you get HNT today?

If you did, you should go tell Os about it.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know what a hooker does on her days off?

I don't know if I've talked to y'all about my friend Jessi, but just in case I haven't, I should tell you that she's one of my best friends, and she's been living back East for a year or 2 now, and I've missed her more than I can say.

Well, I guess I should say she had been living back East.

See, she came home last week.

The best part is, she came to visit Sunday night. It was good to see her, and as we exchanged our stories from the time we've been apart, she said 'Oh yeah, look,' as she pulled some of her hair back to reveal the left side of her face.

'Can you see it?' I looked, and have to admit that I couldn't.

Until we trooped up to the bathroom and pulled out the black light.

See, she went and got herself a couple tattoos done in ultraviolet ink:





Now, as you know if you read here at all, I have a few tattoos, and I certainly plan on getting more, but I never had any plans to get my hands, let alone my face inked, because I know that I'll be in the uptight, buttoned down work force for many years to come.

If I hit the lotto, or win megabucks, things may change, but for the most part, I'd never considered it.

Until now. I still doubt that I'll get my face done (unless i find something i just cant live without) but I'm pretty sure that I'm going to some on my hands. See, without a black light, these things are fucking invisible. Now, I find myself in a dilemma.

See having never contemplated knuckle dusters, I have no idea what I should get. I do think that I may end up getting some on the palm side as well, and I've got a couple geek ideas for that.

Michael suggested that, since I'm a touch typist I should get 'ASDF JKL;' on my finger tips, and I thought that was kinda kewl, and I'm also thinking about 'Live Long And Prosper' running down the fingers of my right hand, so that when I flash the Vulcan peace sign, I'll be even more radically cool.

That still leaves the tops, or knuckle sides with no ideas, so I'm asking for your input.

What do you think I should get?

Buenos con queso,

T.

Let a white tiger drag him off the stage by the head...

I know, I know.

That one's horrible too.

My life continues to be boring, thus making for short, useless posts.

I think I'll have some fun to share tomorrow, and then I'm going to ask y'all for help in choosing my next (couple?) tattoos.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know how to turn a fruit into a vegetable?

I'm not sure why, but I couldn't sleep last night.

I finally crawled into bed at like 3am, and it still took me for ever to fall asleep.

It was horrible.

Then, after finally dropping off, I woke up at 6:50 ish.

Fuck I hate not being able to sleep.

So much, in fact, that I think I'm going to take a nap.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

In little 'knot'sies.....

So, it's been another year.

November sux.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know how Hitler tied his shoes?

This is going to be short, as I've got an Everquest raid in like 25 mins.

I've got some sadness to share tomorrow, so be prepared.

I've also got company, so I'm going to bail now.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Apparently, he bit the nose off a submarine and sucked out all the seamen.

I know, I know, another gross one.

Tomorrow's will be less so, I promise.

I was in such a blind rage yesterday because of the food thief, I totally overlooked that it was HNT. Oh well, I guess y'all'll just have to wait until next week.

I'm starting to wonder if I should have just done a joke a day, title as joke, and punchline in the post. At the end of this, I'll only have told you 15 jokes, and I know tons more than that.

I suppose I can tell you jokes any time though. This way, at least there's a little suspense.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get in the shower.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Did you hear about the gay shark they caught in San Francisco Bay?

I totally wish I had waited until I got home from work to blog...

See, something happened at work yesterday that reminded me of something I've never ranted about.

Shocking, right?

It happened around noonish, when I went to get my burrito from the fridge. I'd been putting it off, as I had stuff to get done, and I didn't want to have to rush eating, but as it turns out, I needn't have worried.

See, when I got to the fridge and opened it, I found that my burrito was already gone.

I can only hope that the low life scumbag that stole my food fucking choked on it.

Nothing pisses me off more than a fucking food thief.

I mean, really.

It's a simple process to work your way through mentally. You only have to ask yourself one question in fact: Is this mine?

If the answer is no, then don't fucking eat it!!!

Gah. I was soooooo fucking pissed.

I still am, if you haven't figured that out.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to get ready for work, and since I'm still walking I have to leave a bit earlier than I'd like.

Buenos con queso,

T.

They both come in quarts....

Think about it for a moment....

And, yes, it's that gross.

I'm not sure what it is about this month, the official 'blog every day' month, that's found me with precious little to share.

There are some things coming up of course, like Michael's birthday, Thanksgiving, and of course, Black Friday.

Other than that tho, there's not a whole fucking lot going on.

Wish I had more.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know what elephants and milk have in common?

The answer to that question, my friends, tomorrow.

In other news:

So, it's November again, and I find myself having dark thoughts.

November's a rough month for me.

I know I'll get over it, but look for things to be a little sadder around here for a month or so. You know how it goes.

The weather's been unseasonably warm, but I'm kinda nervous. That storm we had a couple weeks ago makes me think that this could be a rough winter.

I know I promised you pictures of Nevada, and I'm still going to disappoint you...

Buenos con queso,

T.

Right where you left him.....

I know, that's horrible.

Horribly funny!!!

I'm happy to report that Michael and I survived Nevada Day. I/we did take photos, but I haven't sorted through them yet, so you get bupkus today.

The reunion bit was cool too, if rather unorganized. There was supposed to be a Mexicali game going on, but nobody really played.

That was kind of a bummer, but what do you do?

Did y'all go over and read my post on BFD's site?

You didn't, well, why the Hell not?

Get over there and read it.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Do you know where to find a turtle with no legs?

Well, I'll give you the answer to that quesion tomorrow....

If you want to know where to find me today, you should look...

Over here.

It's my guest spot, dont'cha know.

I'll bet that she's having an awesome time.

I wish I could go see her in her ladybug costume...It's smokin'.

And, as promised for those of you that came here for the picture.....



What can I say, but Hummna-hummana-hummana...

I wonder if it's too late to head to Vegas.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

This is the best fucking thing ever....

I'm a couple days late to the party, but when I saw this, I just had to share:

Arnold gives them the finger

As always, being the skeptic, I googled it, and actually found a link to the letter on the ca.gov site.

Yes, that's right, the California government site.

The Terminator just told the Assembly to 'Fuck off, asshole.'

This guy should run for President. Let's get together and change the rules.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I found a fantastic site today.....

I was fucking around on my lunch hour, and to confirm some bullshit I was slinging for no particular reason decided to check on the origins of the contraction 'o'clock.'

I was pretty sure (and had already said) that it was a contraction made from the phrase 'of the clock,' and I was happy (but not really surprised) to find that I was right.

It was in the process of patting myself on the digital back that I found Etymonline.com.

Now, if you all don't know it, I'm pretty much a freak for words.

I think that's prolly kind of obvious if you've read here for any amount of time. I make up my own words, I change usages, suffixes, prefixes....

I wallow in words.

I read the dictionary for no reason other than to find new words, and I'd actually kind of love to own a copy of the OED.

Hell, I'd even take the CD version of it. I think that asking the same price for a yearly online subscription is a bit much, and I'd much rather have a copy that couldn't be hacked.....

Anyhow, I've always like knowing about where all these words come from, and the above site just dropped into my life today.

Now, if I just knew why it took me so long to find it.....

Oh well, live and learn, I guess.

In other news, tomorrow is the parade/reunion day, and Michael and I are already making plans for it. I plan on getting pretty plastered, but I'll do my best to bring y'all some photos....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Doing a guest spot.....Oh, and it's HNT

I got a comment on one of my recent (tho lame) HNT posts from a blogger with the tantlizing blogger name Barefoot Dreamer.

Because I check out all of the bloggers that comment on me, I, of course, had to venture over to her site.

I'm glad I did.

She's fresh, funny, and extremely sexy.

In the process of perusing her posts, I gained the knowledge that she was taking a vacation, and she'd sent out a call for guest bloggers. There were several comments offering blog services, and I threw my had into the ring too.

I had no idea I'd actually get picked to be a part of this fabulous site, but sure enough, I was.

I'm not sure exactly when my post will appear, but she leaves in 2 days (according to the countdown on her site) so it will be some time after that, I'm guessing. So, I'm going to ask you all to check her site out for the next week or so and see what I posted.

Oh, and what she posted, of course.

And her other guest bloggers.

And now, since it's Thursday, and HNT as well, here you go:



Now, I didn't take this one, as you might imagine from looking at it. Michael took it of me while we were driving my daughter home at the end of the Disney trip.

It's of me tho.....

Did you get Half-Nekkid today? Go tell Os

It's hard to say no to 8 hours of overtime pay.....

We've been having this computer problem at work, and I finally figured it out, but it meant going in on my day off. I could have taken today off, but if I'd have done that, I woudn't have gotten any over time.

It's going to make for a loooong week, but I'm sure I'll be happy come Friday.

Oh, and Saturday, of course, which in addition to being Halloween, is also Nevada Day.

It's a celebration of the day that we were admitted as a state, and they put on a pretty good party for it.

For the first time in a long time, I'm actually going to go to the parade. I usually try and avoid it, just cause I've been there so many times over the years, and it's always pretty much the same....

Not that it's bad, it's just a lot of people in a very confined space, and most of them are drunk, or getting there.

This year, however, the powers that be decided that we'd have a 'mini' 25 year class reunion on Saturday. There's a place to meet beforehand (at the parade) and then a pair of bars to go drinking in for later.

Geez...where the fuck did 25 years go?

Buenos con queso,

T.

I think I've picked my theme for NaBloPoMo...

I think I'm going to do '30 Days of Jokes.'

I'm going to do it as Joke one day, Punch Line the next, and so on.

I'll try to offend equally, as I'll do some blonde jokes, some gay jokes.

Some realllly tateless ones.

And mind, these are just my 'q&a' jokes.

I'll save my 'stories' for another time...

Buenos con queso,

T.

So, the real NaBloPoMo is next month.....

Are any of you going to participate this year?

I sure am.

I'd post more, but I'm in a hurry atm, and besides, I don't really have a ton to say. Perhaps tomorrow or the next day, when I don't have to work I can find the time to do something worth posting about.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Every car should have a Jesus handle...

You may call it an 'J.C. Bar', or maybe even 'The Oh Shit Handle/Bar.'

Either way, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. I'm sure you've used them. What I hate, are cars that don't have them.

I don't care who's at the wheel, even at the most sedate speeds, there are multiple changes in momentum, force, direction, acceleration, deceleration, in any car trip.

Even that run to a buddy's house to borrow a movie or get some beef jerky is plagued with red lights, stupid drivers, and possibly popo's. With all the starting, stopping, turning and all the other assorted bullshit, well....

Shift happens.

During almost every car trip I've ever taken, I've needed to use one at least once.

I mean, right?

If you ask me, every car should have at least 3, and no matter what the vehicle's capacity, one for every passenger.

Well, just thought I'd share.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Slick, sleek, and Supa Sexy.....

So, it's time to reveal my deep, dark secret.

Or not.

I mean, I've been keeping you in suspense, but my secret's not really dark.

Or deep.

Hell, it's not even really much of a secret.

See, I was at Dell's website the other day, looking at all the tech I can't afford, and I (once again) clicked on the 'apply now' for Dell credit button, cause I like to give the computer that checks credit a laugh now and then....

Imagine my surprise, however, when it came back 'approved!!'

I know, right?

Not only that, but the fools gave me a grand to fuck around with, and they had some killer deals going on, so can you really blame me for buying a new laptop:



This lovely is a Dell Inspiron 1750, has a 17.3" 900 dpi screen, 4 gigs of RAM, and a 320 hdd.

Now, I find myself in a bit of a quandry....see, I'm one of those people that name their posessions, so I need a name for my new girl. Any suggestions would be greatly appriciated.

Buenos con queso,

T.

P.S. bonus HNT photo for those of you that care.....

I have a really good excuse this time.....

See, for about 4 or 5 days now, we haven't had internet.

Or home phone service, for that matter.

Of course, I didn't realize it until late Friday, long after the close of business. I'll admit that they were pretty Johnny-on-the-spot about it tho. I called them yesterday, and it's fixed today, so that's cool.

I still don't have anything earth-shattering to relate to you all, but I'm planning a pretty kewl post for HNT this week.

See, I've got something I need to show off, but I'm going to wait until Thursday to do it.

So, if you're not the kind of person that likes to be kept in suspense, I suggest you don't read this post, or you'll be wondering for a couple days what I have in store for you.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

I forgot again yesterday.....

In case you couldn't tell.

I suppose it would be eaiser to do this everyday if I had something exciting to talk about every day.

But then, I guess that's not really what blogging's really all about, is it?

I mean, if this is an online journal or diary, shouldn't it just be filled with the mindless tedium that is real life?

I guess in that light, I do have something to blog about every day.

I'm just not sure it's worth y'all's time to read it.

Stay tuned for the boring.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm a big fan of chiropractice.....

I mean, my shoulder still hurts, but I can feel the heal coming.

I don't know if I've mentioned it or not, but I've had like a pinched nerve or pull or strain or some fucking thing, and it's fucking killing me. It's one of those stealth ones too. Only 1 or 2 things I do really trigger the pain, but they trigger it every time.

It's been bugging me for at least a month now, and I finally decided to do something about it. It's kind of silly, really, as Dr Mark never charges me, but I always feel bad about that. I mean, I've known him for ever, and he's told me a million times not to worry about it, but still...

We also went to the range today and did a little shooting:



It was a pretty good day at the range. One of the object d'destruction we took with us:



And another view:



Yeah, that's a Teletubbie.

Or it was anyhow. Considering it took at least 2 rounds, one from a .40 caliber pistol, and the other from an SKS, it was surprisingly resilient, though.

Even at the end, a large piece remained intact. We salvaged that, it will now do something with it.

So, it's back to work tomorrow.

Sigh.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I've known James as long as my hair.....

Let me explain that.

See, James, my technical advisor (what i like to call my tech dealer) and I were hanging out (michael and kyle too) watching a movie when the topic of discussion rolled around to my hair.

Kyle, an former/aspiring longhair was talking about how long it was, which lead to the how long have I been growing it thought, which reminded James and I both that I started growing my hair just about the time I met him.

I think the current estimate is like 13 years ago.

That's a long time to know a person. I doubt that any of you will ever meet him (unless i actually get elected president that is) but if you do, you have to ask him how I almost killed him the first time I met him.....

Oh, and since we were talking about my hair....I was gonna save this for an HNT, but...



Well, since we're still watching the movie and all, I'm going to go. But all of you say hi to James, Kyle, and Michael.

Buenos con queso,

T.

It was a very strange day....

See, I got rides both to and from work today.

I know, right?

I was totally not expecting either one of them either.

Those unexpected bonuses (boni?) are the best, don't you think?

....wow....

I thought I had something to say, but I guess I don't.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Another tale from vacation.....

As you might imagine, the regularity of our trips has given us a certain insight into how to do Dland and California Adventure. I mean, it stands to reason, right?

I shouldn't have to tell you that one of the most important steps in planning a trip to the Magic Kingdom is to secure what we call 'a package deal.'

Our packages always contain room and park tickets, and, depending on which package you select, other little perqs as well. This year, one of the bonuses (boni?) was a character breakfast at one of 3 venues.

We chose the 'Lilo & Stitch' one, primarily because it was in our hotel. The food was great, as it always is. There's a little something for everybody, from milk and cold cereal, to a nicely stocked omelette/egg station where you can have them cooked to order. This year, they had some chicken flautas that were off the fucking hook. And the Hawaiian grilled salmon? Fuckin' A!!

The best part? It's a buffet. For a price, actually prolly not too far off what you'd pay in a SoCal restaurant, you can absolutely gorge yourself. Hell, I ate so much the first time we did it, I didn't really eat at all for the rest of the day.

The food was so good, in fact, that we even ate there a second time, and actually paid for it.

I know, right?

Strangely (or perhaps not so) the general theme of the buffet.

Do I need to be trite and tell you I got Lei'd?

I also got half-nekkid if you click on that link above. Did you? If you did, go tell Os about it.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Your daily moment of Zen.....

Or at least your 'to'daily moment of Zen.

I've got a picture, and a story to share about it. I'll show you the picture:



But, I should warn you, the story that goes along with it is a looong one.

Believe it or not, it started 8 or 9 (10?) years ago.

For realz.

See, it was around that time that my sister gave me a mirror/razor holder for my shower. You know, one of those anti-fog things. Well, believe it or not (my sister never does) I kept that thing all this time.

It was plastic, and it was flimsy. The suction cups holding it to the tile would occasionally 'dry up,' spilling the entire works into the tub. A couple of times, the mirror almost came out.

It put up a hell of a battle, but sadly, it recently met it's demise.

Well, sorta.

See, the unit broke, but I've still got the plastic mirror that was the heart of it, and by wetting the window, or the back of the mirror in question, I can press it against the textured window in the shower pretty much wherever I want, and it'll stick.

That tree you see in the photo above (you do see a tree dont you)?

Yeah, that was what was under the mirror when I peeled it off the glass yesterday. I thought it was pretty cool, and thus, thought to share.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm kinda glad I didn't officially sign up this month.....

Cause I already like, missed a day.

So, I'm going to go take a shower now, then come back and blog.

Ok, so I started a load of laundry too.

I'll bet you didn't even notice the time lapse, did you?

Yeah, I thought as much.

I'm like totally bummed I missed yesterday. I had plans to blog, and once or twice thought 'I should go blog now' so I'm not really sure how I let it get away from me.

Well, for good or ill, there's naught I can do about it now.

Today was my Monday, and for a day at work...well, it was a day at work. I really have no complaints, other than just the general 'I hate that I have to get up and go work for "the Man" so that I can make my way in this world' kind, and I'm sure we all have those, so I'll spare you mine.

But then, as Scarlett said, 'Tomorrow is another day,' and even tho tomorrow will prolly be much the same as today, there is always hope.

Hope that I'll win that lottery, that jackpot, that book deal.

That, of course, will lead to my Presidency, and I promise you this: Things will be different when I'm in charge.

I'm not going to go up on my platform now, but I do have strong beliefs about some of the things wrong in this country, and I have real plans to take care of a lot of them.

But that, Dear Readers, is a story for another day.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Well, I wasn't very far wrong.....

I woke up too early, as in after I laid there for a while, and finally gave up on sleep, I checked my 'watch' to see what time it was.

It was 5:07.

After a while.

Oh, my Raiders are getting their asses handed to them.

What are the odds?

Or, as Pops would say 'Imagine that.'

Buenos con queso,

T.

Are ya haunted?

Hah!!

Most obscure movie quote ever. Michael might get it, but the rest of you?

Cha, right!! You haven't got a snowball's chance in Hell.

So, worked today, which was wierd, because it's a Friday, and I'm used to having them off.

I wish I had more exciting things to tell you, like I hit Megabucks or found a suitcase full of money but, alas.

So, I guess that's it for tonight.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Have I ever told you about my 'high-tech' iPod case?

It looks a little something like this:



Yes, that's right, a zipper bag.

It's funny, cause we buy them by the thousands, so I think they cost me about 4 cents, and in the year or so I've had my 'Pod, I've only gone through like 5 of them.

Oh, and it's kind of a funny thing, but it works while it's inside the bag. Not just the clicks, but the rolls too....it's pretty coo.

And, since you can see a couple of my fingers, I'm going to go ahead and call this an HNT photo and be done with it.

But, on to other things.

The NaBloPoMo theme this month is: Haunted.

I'm not for sure I'm going to play this month, but there's a chance.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

What a long strange trip it's been.....

There's a nod to the Grateful Dead for you.

Ok, so I said I was going to post pix, and, for once, I'm actually going to do it.

I know, right?

As I said yesterday, these will be a little different from standard vacation pictures.

This year, rather than drive to Dland in a single haul, we opted to take the slower, more scenic route. This gave us a chance to go to the beach. It was there that I snapped this:



Since I was driving this trip, I didn't really shoot any other pics until we got to our destination. This year, we stayed at the Paradise Pier, and I thought it cool that they projected images on the tower....



While wandering around shooting these, I also came upon this:




I'm also stoked to say that we stayed on:



We had a pretty good time this year, even though things were a bit different. It's kinda hard to explain, but things were just...different.

Have you ever ridden Big Thunder Mountain:



It's one of my faves.

And I wish there were a way to get a panorama like this:



in Dland proper, but here's one of California Adventure. The track you see in the forground (you did click it yes) is Muhullond Madness, which like most rides at the parks, does not allow break dancing:




So, there you have it, pictures, just as promised. I have others, of course, and many more stories to tell, but that'll have t' do y' fer today.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Once upon a time.....

Geez, how many of the stories of your youth began that way?

I know a fair amount of mine did.

So, sadly, I don't have a story to go along with that title. I'm back to my boring life. Not that I mind my boring life. I'm actually looking forward to doing absolutely nothing tomorrow.

Yes, you read that right.

I know that tomorrow's Monday, and by all rights I should be working, but as fate would have it, my days off got changed.

I'll now have Sundays and Mondays off. I think I like that better, at least for football season. Not that it's going to be a good season or anything.

Fucking Raiders.

Ok, so I think I'm going to try and put some pix up tomorrow. I'll warn you now though, they won't be your 'typical' vacation photos. I've shot a million family vacation photos over the last 7 years, and if you want to see some, email me, and I'll send you a couple.

No, this year, I went an entirely different direction.

See you tomorrow.

Buenos con queso,

T.

It's a pretty Mickey Mouse operation you're running around here.....

So, I'm home and all that.

I've got some pics, and I've got some stories to tell you (when dont i) but since today is technically the last day of my vacation (and still my day off) you're going to get this lame post.

Besides, I need a couple days to frame my thoughts.

And for those of you wondering, yes, I did pick up some things for some of you...

I'll be sending some stuff out soon, so keep an eye on your boxes.

Or your holes.

Or your slots.

Boy there's just not a way to say that to make it sound nice.

Lesse....how about your receptacles?

No, that doesn't really do it either....

Hmmm....

Keep an eye on your cavities....

Fuck it, I give up.

Buenos con queso,

T.

TerrorFest 2009 ??

While TJ and Family are down in LaLa land visiting with the MouseHead Community, We folks here in Realityville have witnessed multiple Terrorists being busted right here in America !

From some stupid kid in Texas, who drove a truckfull of "explosives under a 60 story Dallas skyscraper, to "The Beautician Bomber" arrested in Colorado, and accused of a 9-11-09 plot to blow up buildings in New York City, we have been besieged by the exposure of all these plots and plotters.

Since most of these cases have been in the works for some time, (the Dallas plot being a 2 year-long investigation), I'm wondering if the Federal Authorities timed these busts to coincide with both The UN General Assembly in NYC, and the "G-20" meeting in Philly' ?
Maybe this was all scheduled, or prolonged, so we could demonstrate to all the Anti-American visitors that The US is on top of all the evil plotters, and their Al Queda connections?

Planned or not, the thoroughness, and detailed knowledge about these maniacs and their associations should alert villains worldwide, that we are closely monitoring the Internet, the international calls and travel of virtually Everyone, and are able to weed-out the authentic threats from the stupid crackpots who would like to be arrested just to get their face on the News media.

Maybe the parties or persons We are trying to impress, are Dick, (The Torturer) Cheney, and his ilk, who want you to believe that we are less safe under President Obama's administration than we were under Dick and George.

Along those lines, have you noticed that "W" has been real quiet about Cheney's recent rants?, and that Bush's refusal to fully Pardon Scooter Libby, was his signal to Cheney that George will distance himself from the torture and invasions of privacy that Cheney advocated and created? I can only hope that Bush's attempts to separate his "Legacy" from Cheney's, and he will instead use his excellent Policies in Africa, where he made a real dent in the spread of both AIDS and Malaria.

During the worst of the previous Administrations abuses of power, I always believed that "W" was a reluctant participant, and except for the War on Iraq, George was just trying to keep his conservative base happy, and never wanted to be remembered as a War Criminal, or someone who Grew the Government and the Deficit in worst ways than any Liberal President has ever done .

O.K., I never wanted to waste your Saturday Morning Blog-Read, and I hope this food-for-thought was of interest to my friends as well as T's !

JPG: Photos: "Dance of the Nations" by Michael Ball

Hey Blog Buddies, check out this pic'. I know if TJ were here he would love the colors and contrasts of these Native American Dancers. This was taken in April of '09 in Albuquerque at what must have been a "Gatering of the Tribes".



JPG: Photos: "Dance of the Nations" by Michael Ball

For some of you, this is going to be old news, but.....

I have to tell you about something that happened on the Oregon trip.

It's kind of a long story, but I'll try and trim it down some.

Ok, so there was a bbq going on at sis's when we arrived, and the drinking began almost immediately. I paced myself, of course, as I knew I was going to be up early for the Jetboat Ride and there was no way I was going to spoil that with a hangover. I've got an upcoming post that's all about the boat ride, so this is where we skip around a bit.

It was early the next morning, and I was sitting in the kitchen drinking my coffee, when someone (family or friend i presumed) tried to come in the front door. Being the trusting sort, I got up and unlocked the door for him.

He came in, and we introduced ourselves. I said I'm T.J., L's brother. He looked slighly dumfounded, and introduced himself as James, 'L's step brother.' I imagine I had approximately the same look on my face at that point.

So, he was on the aforementioned boat ride, and we kinda got to know each other a bit. Later, we went to the 'party' portion of the party, and hung out some more. I can't tell you how many beers I drank, because again, I paced myself, but I was feeling no pain.

Everyone arrived home in a cab-driven alcholic haze, and we scoured the ice chests in search of the elusive 'leftover beer.'

Later, after things had kind of settled down and people were drifting off too bed, James was outside, enjoying the beautiful summer night.

He heard some rustling, and went to investigate. He was soon to discover that my sis's neighbor has horses. He nickered at them, and one of them came over. He was petting him/her, and thinking how cool it was, when he noticed the horse still had a harness on.

He leaned forward just a bit, and *SPING*!!!!!

His forhead bounced off the hot wire on the electric fence, dropping him to the ground like a fucking stone.

He knelt there, trying to figure out what the fuck happened...What am I, having a fucking siezure or something....heart attack...what the fuck's wrong.

So, he tells us this story Sunday morning over coffee, and everybody is just roaring laughter....I mean, it's mean, but c'mon...You have to laugh.

Just so you know, as new people came into the room...we'd let a few get in and then make him tell it again.

I must have heard it 5 times, and I laughed every time.

I want you to take a look at my new header pic. See, this is a picture of the fence. I did some extrapolation, and the way I figure it, his head must have hit the wire somewhere around the 'e' in Price.

On the left, you can see the bend in the wire fence where is left armpit hit it, holding him off the ground.

So, no matter how bad your weekend was, at least you didn't hit your forehead on an electric fence.

Buenos con queso,

T.

3 days and counting.....

It's almost time for the Dland excursion, and I'm sooooo fucking stoked I can hardly breathe.

This will be the first time in (i think) 3 years that both of my kids have been able to attend.

Last year, Michael couldn't come because of school, and the year before that, my daughter was in Uganda doing missionary work.

This year, tho, I get to hang with both of them.

I'm super stoked.

I know I promised you some pictures, but I'm still sorting through them.

I'll try and get some up before I go.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm home....

I'm also more tired than any human being should ever have to be.

I have some great pics, and some hilarious stories to share with you, just so you know.

I'll be posting them soon.

Also, please note that I only have 4 days here before I leave again. I'll try and post for the 4 days, and then, who knows.

I may give Herm rights to pubsish here, cause he asked.

Any of the others of you that have rights, please feel free to post when I'm at Dland.

Ok, can barely keep my eyes open so I'm outtie.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Is this where I"m supposed to be?

It's bee so long, I've almost forgotten.

I know there hasn't been much lately, and for that I apologize.

Actually, the world should be apologizing for me, ans it's been the world that's kept me from blogging.

Work, and just plain 'nothing going onness' have conspired to make me either too tired, or just too boring to be here.

That changes today tho.

See, I'm headed out to Oregon to celebrate my older sister's 50th birthday this morning. We're there for 3 days, and then, next Friday, we're Anaheim bound for our anuual vacay.

I know my sis has internet, but in all honesty, the whole trip is going to be so whirlwind, I'm not sure I'll find time to post, but I'll try.

And I think the hotel we're staying at for Dland has an internet room for guests, but I'll have to check into that. If it does, I'll see about posting from the 'Happiest Place on Earth'.

Also, those of you with publishing privileges, feel free to post in my abscence, either this weekend, or any time during the longer vacation (9/19-9/25) so that you can see something new here.

Hope all is well with y'all.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I had sushi today.....

FINALLY

I've been joanzing for it for ages now, and today, I finally reached my breaking point.

I don't know if I've mentioned, but there's this place called National's Cafe on main street here in ol' C-town. It a tough place to spot if you don't know what you're looking for, and it's in a building that's been like.....everything.

It was a sub shop. It was a taco joint. I think it was even a coffee shop once....

But, I digress.

It kinda looks like a dive from the outside:

Dive

When that window opens, click on 'street view' then use the navigator in the upper left of the pic to click left once.

It's the blue and white building.

It doesn't look like much, but, as I've always been told, looks aren't everything.

I can report to you, however, that inside those humble walls dwells the best sushi in Carson City.

To wit, the Fire Roll: Deep fried assorted fish tempura with eel sauce & spicy sauce.

Again, it sounds humble, but I let 2 other people try it today, and both agreed that it was the shiznit. They have other stuff, but that's the one that I've been salivating over now for....well, since the last time I was there, I guess. I had one of those, and the boring Californa roll (crab avocado cucumber & tobiko) and it was divine.In addition to their ala carte menu, which is outstanding, they're also one of the sushi places in town that offer an all you can eat special. Yes, you read that right, all you can eat. Dinner is $18.50.

Lunch? A mere $15.50.

It's a good thing I got to have a trancendental experience today, because the rest of my day was an absolutely smoking turd.

Just the fact that I was on the counter for most of my shift today should give you a little insight. Cause, y'know...I don't work the register.

Ever.

I also worked a full hour of overtime, so I had a tasty 9 hour day.

I'm home now, though, and things are much better.

I just thought I'd share my sushi story before I fire up eq....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Fuck dolphins, I want a Niçoise salad...

I'm sorry I've been so spotty with my posting lately, but I've been enjoying the freedom of not being on a NaBloPoMo schedule.

We've got another petrified wood hike scheduled for tomorrow, just so you know.

And like you care.

We're going to do it right this time tho. We're taking back packs, water, the GPS.

We're going all out.

If noting else, it should make for a cool hike/post.

Buenos con queso,

T

I knew I did a word post...

Kelwhy did a post on some of her favorite words the other day, and I had a vague feeling that I'd already done something like that, but I could find it for the life of me.

Until last night, that is. I found a piece of paper covered with the chicken scrawl that is my 'in a hurry' handwriting, and it reminded me that it was one of the 'letter posts' from one of the NabloPoMo themes.....

So, if you want to read 10 of my favorite words that start with the letter J, go here.

Buenos con queso,

T.

It's funny how one little thing can totally change your day.....

Michael and I didn't really have any plans for today (which is a plan in itself for us sometimes) and I was up playing EQ (which ive been neglecting for some time now) when Michael woke up.

We hung out a bit, and then left the house on a relatively simple errand, but in the course of taking care of that, I hooked up with an old friend (that i havent seen in a couple years at least) and we end up at his buddies house, who just happens to be having a garage sale.

So, of course, I looked around, and bought a couple things, then the other customer left, and we all went inside for a beer. We were hanging out and enjoying a cool one, and another customer shows up.

While he's outside, my friend starts telling me about this 'petrified wood field' up the wash behind this guys house. Well, if you know anything about me (or michael for that matter) you know that we immediately set off in quest of the elusive petrified wood.

We hiked a whole ton, and were helped by a nice little overcast that sprouted up, and some very nice little breezes.

I'm happy to report that both Michael and I found some. Now, at first I just found a couple of pieces, and I would have been happy with that, but after some more hiking, we came to a place that was covered with it.

I must have had like 2 or 3 pounds of it when I finally decided not to get greedy, and just go. I need to clean it all up, so you can't see it yet, but the new header pic is a piece of the wood I found.

That's what she said.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm gonna give you a little somthin' you cain't take off.....

So, Michael and I went and saw Inglorious Basterds last night.

As an added bonus, Scotty went with us.

Now, I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I'm a huge fan of Quentin Tarantino and his various movies.

That being said, last nights experience was unique in that it's the first time I've gotten to go see one of his works in the theatre.

Not only that, but the 3 of us were at a midnight showing on premiere night.

I prolly don't need to tell you this, but the movie was fucking awesome!!

Now, you know that even when I 'review' movies here I rarely give away secrets or include 'spoilers' and today won't be any different.

I will say that Brad Pitt turns in a fantastic performance, as does Diane Kruger who is the only other person whose name I recognize. The rest of the actors and actresses are great too, but those are the only 2 that I know by name.

In case you haven't heard, it's a movie based in WWII, and is about killing Nazi's. I don't count that as a spoiler, as if you've seen a preview, you already know that. If you haven't....well, go Apple.com/quicktime or something and watch a trailer or 2.

Ok, so it was a great night at the movies, and a fucking awesome movie.

Oh, and the theatre was packed with smokin' hotties.

I mean, they were fucking everywhere. Of course, if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say that I most of them were young enough to be my daughter, but that didn't stop them from being hot.

Anyhow, we crashed at L's house in Reno, and that's where I'm blogging from.

I should warn you that if you do decide to see this flick, prepare yourself. This is not a warm and fuzzy movie. It's harsh, stark, and violent as hell.

I think you should all go see it and then come here and tell me what you thought.

Buenos con queso,

T.

My life sucks, and sucks hard....

It's also been boring and unblogworthy.

We had 'breakfast for dinner' Sunday night, and I was totally gonna take a pic (and actually post it this time) but like a big flake, I fucking forgot.

We had Belgian waffles, sausage and ham.

I ate about a waffle and a half, a whole sausage pattie, and a fair portion of ham. I was fucking stuffed.

We rounded the night out with a little video game golf and a couple beers.

It was a great night of family time, but again, not very exciting for y'all to read about.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Wet socks = Death.....

I've been aroud for a lot of years, and I've learned that a lot of people have a lot of opinions about a lot of things.

And almost nobody agrees on anything.

I think I've uncovered a rarity tho, an bona fide universal fucking truth.

Everyone I've talked to about it (not a huge number but enough) if firmy of the opinion that stepping in something wet while wearing socks is the worst fucking thing in the world.

I've held this to be true for years now, and just recently, through whatever serendipity drives the universe, I've had conversations about it with no less than 5 people, and we all agree.

It fucking sucks like no other.

I mean, for me? I'd almost rather shoot myself in the foot, or even have it amputate than feel that soggy, clingy, nastiness.

It's as fucked up as things get, and I want it to stop.

I know it won't tho. I mean, it's summer, so I'm not running around in my socks much, but come winter I will be.

If I have the misfortune to step in something wet, keep your ears open.

Either for my screams of disgust and dismay, or for the sound of my pistol as I shoot myself in the offending appendage.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Have you heard of carsonsports.com?

Well, in case you haven't, I'd highly suggest it.

But only if you want to be one of the cool kids, cause we don't no 'poser's hangin' out.

But, on to other things.

Walking sucks.

I mean really sucks.

I did get a ride home tonigh (well sorta) from an old friend, Phil.

He's responsible for the place linked in the title, and you should all go check it out.

Wish I had more, but I'm exhausted...

Buenos con queso,

T.

P.S. it's carsonsports.com in case you missed it.

Surfing's the source. It'll change your life, swear to God

I'm watching Point Break as I blog this morning, and that's one of my fave lines from it.

It's an obscure one, and spoken by a total nobody in the movie (young clerk at a surf shop) but it kind of sums up the surfing philosophy.

I've never been surfing, and I'm sure I'm too old to learn how now, but I like watching it. I really want to go to the North Shore of Hawaii and shoot pics like this:



Is that insane, or what?

I mean, that's like a what, 25 or 30 foot wave?

I can see myself just hanging out at Pipeline, taking pictures like this all day.

Now, all I need's money for the trip to Hawaii....

Donations now being accepted.

Buenos con queso,

T.

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women, no fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark......

Ok, you get a million bonus points if you know what song that's from (you there psp). So, I know I haven't posted in a couple of days, and I wish I had a better excuse, but I really don't.

I just haven't felt like it.

See, I try and have something to say when I come here to share. It doesn't always work out that way of course, but I always try.

Lately, there just hasn't been much going on. I mean, we've had family dinner, and I owe y'all some pix from same, but I'm lame like that.

I could also tell you how fucking hot it's been, but who really wants to hear that. Either you're sweltering too, or it's been unseasonably cold, and you wish it was warmer.

I don't think that I've mentioned that my car's been out of commision. It died on July 4th, on the way to my work party, and has been sitting in the driveway ever since. Today, I got the bad news from my mechanic that it's prolly a goner.

See, the timing belt went this time, and while it's fixable, it's also probable that the motor has suffered from this, and in all likelihood it will fail again. It's kind of funny that Michael arrived like 2 days before my car died, so we've been able to get around (and ive gotten rides to/from work) but he's been helping out my buddy J by babysitting in the am's.

That means I've had a few walks to/from work lately, which, coupled with the blast furnace temps we've had lately has just been fucking fabbo. Odds are, I get to walk tomorrow too.

In anticipation, I'm charging my iPod, as it was almost dead. While doing that, I was perusing my library (as i usually do) and picking random songs to listen to. I found the song that the title comes from, and remembered (again) how much I love it. In fact, I put it on repeat and listened to it like 5 times in a row.

I love it that much.

I suppose one of these days I can post the answers to my last music related post. Let me know if you want to read what the songs were.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Even better than meteors.....

We're in the middle of what could be called 'summer storm season' here in the Great Basin. In days gone by, most of the Summer here was thunderstorm season. Over the years, as humans have continued to fuck up the weather patterns, we've seen considerably fewer storms.

Also, for whatever reason, most of the damn things have been hitting during the day, which is distressing for me. Not only because I'm at work, and can't really enjoy them, but also because it's virtually impossible to get any good lightning pictures during a daylight storm.

Now, I imagine you're all wondering where this is going. I can hear the ruminations from here. Ok, I'll let you out of the suspense closet, and present you with these:






















In case you can't tell, I'm pretty stoked. Not only was I able to enjoy the light and sound show, but I also got some new photos for my 'folio. It always makes me happy when I can get some nice lighting pictures. Now, I want you all to pray for more storms tonight.

In other news, it's Q's birthday, so why don't you head on over and wish her a happy one?

Also, I did not sign up for NaBloPoMo this month, and even if I had, I'd already have fucked it up, as you can clearly see by looking at my blog.

Buenos con queso,

T.