I want abundance to end hunger.

It's one of those things I know we could do.

Lets face it, a lot of food gets wasted every day. A great portion of it prolly happens right here in the good ol' U. S. of A. I remember watching a movie a long time ago. The premise is that Robin Williams (one of my atfs) and a friend have defected from the U.S.S.R. (remember them) and are now living in New York.

There's a scene in the movie that pretty much sums it up. Robin has gone to the store to get some supplies, and in the midst of the (i think) bread aisle, he becomes overwhelmed at the 'white bread,wheat bread,whole grain bread,french bread, sourdough french bread,' and so forth. The movie was made in 1984, but that scene still hits home.

Imagine a place somewhere, I don't have a name in particular, but it's the place where they send the cameras for the 'sponsor a child' things. A village of people nearly dead, and getting closer every day. They can't find anything to eat, and every grocery store in town (7 in carson in think + 2 superwalmarts) has dozens, if not hundreds of loaves in each of what, 15 different kinds of bread?

And that's just bread, for crying out loud. And if that bread doesn't sell in what, a week or so, they come in, replace it, and take the old stuff out and get rid of it. Where does it go? I mean, sure, some of it ends up at the so called day old bread stores, but I'm sure they have a limit on how long they're allowed to keep it too.

So, take that bread, and multiply it by the fresh meat, and raise it to the power of the fresh produce in your local grocery, and then by every city in America. That's a lot of stuff going to waste.

It's one of thoes things, tho. We couldn't do it by ourselves. It kinda ties in with yesterday's post about understanding. If people just understoond one another, and wanted to help one another, it would be easy.

If we all gave a little, we'd all have a lot.

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In a totally unrelated (or not) story, I recently took a quiz online to see 'what kind of handgun' I would be. I'm sure you're seen those things online.

The Zombie Survival Quiz.

The inevitable 'How Geeky/Nerdy' are you quiz.

Anyhow, I had to chuckle over one question in particular.

If you were stranded on a desert island which of these would you most want with you, and the choices were Paris Hilton and Martha Stewart. It was a tough decision. I mean, I'm not attracted to Martha , and I don't really want to have sex with her. In that regard, she's just like Paris.

Is she a spoiled bitch like Paris? I have no idea.

Do I think either of them would be any help in building a shelter? I mean, Martha could decorate it, and Paris could get laid in it, but help build it?

I don't think so.

Faced with these two, after some consideration, I chose Martha for a couple reasons.

First,when it gets down to the 'there's no food so it's canabilism time,' she's got more meat on her bones.

And secondly, I'll bet with all the sweets and stuff she eats she'd taste better too. I mean, how good can meet marinated in champagne and coke taste?

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 28: I Want Candy

I want understanding, and not just for myself.

I mean true understanding.

This big ball of mud that we're on is a pretty unlikey thing. When you take into account what it takes for life (as we know it) to exist at all, and then multiply it by the variety of life on this planet, it kinda staggers the mind.

It's sad to think that we've actually obliterated entires species of animals , even sadder when it looks more and more like we're set to do it to ourselves. And over what? Because we/they tell different stories than they/we do?

If everyone could just understand that, and just let the rest go...

All the opression.

All the hatred.

All the killing.

All of the bad stuff.

And just understand. We all have the most important thing in common: We are alive on this planet. Weigh that against even just the planets in our solar system (i still count pluto) which can't sustain any kind of life that we could understand, even if we could find it.

Here we are. This tiny rock full of life. Against all the nothing...

And all we can do is fight about it.

Really? Seriously?

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In other news:

I spoke to Michael last night, and I'm pleased to announce that he's shipped me more change, so all y'all (new folks too) keep a weather eye on your boxes.

Or your slots.

Or your hole.

Those all sound so bad.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 27: Answers


ps when you go to the monty python site...and you will....dont forget to scroll down to read the lyrics t.

You're the one that I want...

You are the one I want

I can't believe I'm this close.

Or that close.

Or whatever.

After today's post, I have but 2 more days, and I'll have NaBloPoMo'd for 2 straight months.

Kinda freaky, right?

They haven't sent out the March theme yet, so I don't know if I'll be trying that or not. Of course, I don't really need them to give me a topic for my writing, but at least it strains my creativity to find 28 (or 30 or 31) phrases to title with/subjects to write on.

I think I've done pretty well finding/remembering/making up at least titles that have the theme in them.

Oh, and there's the whole 'what I want' thing I've had going on (even if some of you didn't notice it.

The jerky came out great, since I know you're all dying to know.

Just to mention it it's Friday, blessed Friday. Well, for me anyhow. The boss/owner is also back from Thailand today. Should be an interesting day.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 26: Everything

I want to be sedated.

Well, not really, I suppose, but that's a great tune.

It's also a 'want' phrase.

I'm in the process of making jerky again.

See, the problem with making the best jerky known to man (and not sharing the recipe) is that when people hear that meat's on sale and that jerky is in the works, orders flood in.

Which is fine. I mean, they do pay for the ingredients, but I'm still the one that has to slice it, marinade it, and make it.

It's not a terribly taxing process, just time-consuming.

I've got the second batch in the smokehouse as we speak, and prolly have 2 or 3 more to go. Which means I'll be done sometime around midnight or so.

Sigh, such is the price of fame.

It's funny. You'd think that after all that typing, I'd have had something to say, but there you have it: I did all that typing, and didn't really say a word.

Well, I suppose I've done all the typing on this blog without actually saying a word, as I'm typing, but you get my drift.

So, there you have it. Another successful post.

Well, a post anyhow. I suppose the only way to measure it's success is by how many comments I get(hint hint).

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 25: Lunch from Chick-fil-A. There was one at the mall I worked in in Florida, and their food rawks. I miss it muchly.

I want to go home.....

I wish I had more tonight.

I'm totally lame.

I'm pretty much over being sick I think, but I'm still waaaaay to tired.

And I slept like shit again last night.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 24: I want to believe

Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be

I'm on my way to feeling better, but I'm still not quite up to snuff.

Today at work, I had not one, but two field trips.

One was kinda boring, and involved me going to the Post Office and sending out a couple packages.

The other, much more fun one led me to the gun range yet again.

This time, I had to check the feeding/action on a .243 deer rifle. The guy returned it, saying that it wasn't working. I think s/he's got to be a bit of a dumbass, as I had absolutely no problems with the gun.

I like getting paid to go shoot guns.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 23: A secret underground lair

I want to feel better.....

I've been fighting the creeping craps for the last couple days. I've tried not to blog about it, because I hate whining when I'm sick.

Today, however, I'm in the trash.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 22: A pool table

I want to know if anyone else has noticed this.....

I promised to blog about this some time ago, and now I'm finally getting around to it.

Well, maybe promised is too strong a word.

I did mention that I was going to blog about a recurring theme in my life, but most likely, you paid it scant attention.

I can't say I blame you.

This thing I'm about to share though? I've been noticing it since I was 11 years old. I remember it well, because that was the year that I moved to Nevada.

My life changed quite a bit that summer, mostly because we had moved here from California, and things are quite different here. It was shortly after we moved that I started seeing 'Nevada shaped things.'

Now, all you have to do is look at a map to see that the shape of Nevada, while not some convoluted mess like other states, it's not a shape one would reasonably expect to find.

I found that not to be the case. It's strange, and it doesn't happen every day, but it covers a wide range of items.

From broken glass:




To the interplay of light and shadow:




From accidentally folded napkins:




To pieces of scrap wood:




I've seen the shape appear all over the place. And not just when I'm in Nevada, I'll have you know. I found several on one of our trips to Dland. I may have mentioned that one of the souvenirs I usually buy is a couple bags of tumbled stones. They range from quartz, to agate, to various jaspers and the like. I'm sure you've seen them, in a Nature Company store or something like that.

Just big bins of polished stones. I like them, and usually pick them one by one, rather than just filling a bag at random. This allows me to do 2 things, first I get to find really cool rocks, but it also affords me the opportunity to hunt for the hematites.

You see, I like hematite. It's black, it's shiny, and, for it's size, it's heavy. I like things that are disporportionately heavy for their size. I'm not sure why, but I do.

Now, after leading you on the rambling path, I can hear you asking 'what the fuck does that have to do with Nevada shaped things?'

Well, I'm glad you asked.

See, I found not one, but five of these:




That my friends, is a hematite, and it's an almost perfect Nevada shape.

Deal with that.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 21: Every book ever written, and the time to read them

If ice cream were sex this shit would be all over it.....

And I would have it every day:




Do any of you know this? This is the best stuff on the planet.

It's been a while since I've had any, but since I'm feeling punk, I thought I'd treat myself to a pint.

Yes, I ate the whole fucking tihng in one sitting.

Those of you that have had it before can now feel jealous, and hate me if you like.

Those of you unfamiliar with this carton of joy, I pity you.

But not in a bad way.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 20: The moon

I want world peace.....

I really do.

I think my version of world peace may be a little different than the vision that others may have of it.

Then again, maybe not.

See, I don't care what my neighbors are doing. I don't know them, and they don't know me. I haven't tried to swing them over to my religious beliefs, nor have they tried to swing me to theirs.

I don't fuck with their shit and (i hope) that they don't fuck with mine.

See, that's all I really want.

Just to be left alone.

If everyone could just get over things, and learn to leave each other alone, I think this could work. Stop trying to convert the heathens.

Stop telling people what to do.

Stop being such a prying interloper, and just leave us alone.

Isn't that what most people want anyhow? Just to be left alone?

I know that's what I want.

For me, that's peace.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not violently anti-social or anything, and I actually like the company of other people, but only if they aren't the type to fuck with other people. See, I think that's where most of our problems come from.

People fucking with other people.

If everyone would just stop, I have a strong feeling that we'd all be able to get along and get on with things.

The world would be a much simpler, much more plesant place to live.

Well, at least I'd be happy.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 19: World peace

I don't want y'all to think I'm shallow.....

Now, I'm usually pretty laid back on this blog, and I try not to get preachy (unless of course something pisses me off), but I do have deeper thoughts, and I sometimes delve into same.

This whole 'want' theme sort of dictates a selfish bent to the month. I mean, isn't want the first thing we learn?

When an infant reaches for her/his bottle...(or angelina jolies nipple) isn't because s/he wants food?

When a baby cries, doesn't s/he want...well.....something?

Want implies selfishness, and we infer that to mean 'whomever has the most toys when s/he dies, wins.'

Or so they would have us believe.

There are some things that I want, however, that are not all about me. But even those?

My altruistic wants?

At their root, there's always a 'win' in it for me.

I plan to talk about some of these deeper things, but that's a story for another day...

Tomorrow, perhaps.

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So, do any of you read Overboard? It's a daily comic, and it's syndicated, so some of you might have.....well, I found one that killed me, and I thought I'd share:




Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 18: A good lawyer

The allegedly true story of Beaver Creek Jerky.....

Some of what you are about to read is true. Some of it is fiction. It is up to you, the reader to determine which is which. Please note, that some names and facts have been changed to preserve not only the privacy, but in at least one case, the sanity of those involved.

Some generations back in my family, I have an ancestor that, for lack of a better name, I'm going to call 'Uncle Joe.' Now, to be sure, there are a fair number of greats that would be attached to that, but for brevity's sake, I'm not using them.

My Uncle Joe was a trapper, and he plied his trade up and down the waterways of colonial America. As with most men that followed this trade, he lead a semi-nomadic way of life.

Sure, he had his trap lines, and a couple of regular campsites to go along with them, but he also had a cabin hidden amongst the trees. It was here that he had his smokehouse, and here that he would prepare his rations for long soujourns 'runnin' the line.'

Now, I've 'old-timed' this up a bit, so if you feel like substituting an 'oven' for 'a smokehouse' or 'beef' for 'venison,' by all means, feel free.

Using his handy Bowie knife, Uncle Joe would soon reduce his venison to something very similar to this:




Then, utilizing a concoction of 'secret ingredients' he would set the meat to soak for 48-60 hours, or so legend has it. After sufficent time had passed, he would remove the meat and place it horizontally on trays to be loaded into the smokehouse:



After liberally sprinkling them with a 'secret blend of herbs and spices:



into the smokehouse they would go.

What would emerge a day or so later was this:




Little pieces of Heaven, right here on Earth.

Now, in my mind, Uncle Joe's cabin is always located close to his best trap line. On a creek somewhere, a creek that may very well have been called 'Beaver Creek.'

I mean, it stand to reason, doesn't it?

Well, in any event, this jerky is the best shit in the world, I kid you not. The recipe for 'Beaver Creek Jerky' has been passed from male line decendant to male line decendant through the generations, and while I wish I could share it with you, I'm sorry to say I can't.

I'll tell you what I'll do instead:

We have an 'air sucker' (aka foodsaver vacuum sealer) and for any of you that ask (youre already getting some wm), I'll put a couple pieces in the mail for you, provided that:

A. I have your address, or

B. You email it to me at kvenya at gmail dot com.

Oh, and if you want some, you really have to ask. I'm not just gonna send it out willy nilly.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 17: A Family Truckster

Whadda ya want from me?

I can't believe that February's half over.

And then some.

Where does the time go, really?

I mean, wasn't it just Christmas like, yesterday?

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Ok, so on to my day.

I actually managed to sleep until 6:30 this morning, which is only half an hour before my alarm would have gone off, so that was cool.

I can't remember what song took me to work, but it was a good one. It was a pretty good day at work, but very busy. I did get a rather funny phone call, though.

See, there's this used car lot right next to us(and in competition with us as we sell cars too), and once when I jumped on the phone today, the caller asked me if the car lot was 'open today', and I actually got to say 'I don't know, I don't work there.'

It felt good.

Perhaps I shouldn't have added the 'I don't work there' part, but I was feelin' it, you know?

I got a ton of stuff listed today. Lessee...26 things, perhaps 150-175 raw pix to crop, descriptions to write, hell, sometimes even coming up with that many different names for things (when 20 of them were rings)...

I'm bushed.

That won't stop me from making jerky tonight, though.

I've been taking pictures of 'the process,' and while I don't intend to reveal my 'secret family recipe,' I will bring you along for the ride.

Oh, and we're having Fillet Mignon and lobster tails for dinner:




Yeah, I hate me too.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 16: My very own video arcade

Waste not, want not.....

It has come to my attention, that in addition to making no big deal of v.d. (i never do) I also neglected to mention that there was a Friday the 13th, this past weekend.

I don't know if I've talked about it before, but I feel no particular dread on such days. In fact, I kinda like them.

You see, I usually have above average good luck on Fridays the 13th. Or is that Friday the 13th's.

Hell, I don't know, but it's irrelevant anyhow.

The fact that I don't know what to call it doesn't diminish it's truth, however.

I think the first one I remember being lucky when I was about 7 or 8 (im a bit fuzzy here could have even been 9) and this past one went pretty smoothly too.

I mean, it was little things...timing mostly.

We got bills paid, bought meat for jerky (post is coming soon), and got out in record time. We head to Wally World, and there's a space right up front. Pops go to Customer Service to buy a money order.

One person in front of him.

We wander around the store, I buy the 'secret ingrediants' for the jerky, and a couple other things. We head to the front of the store, and find a 10 item or less (we were both under) with only one person in front of us.

Again, out in record time.

Since we were both hungry, and there's a Mac Donalds in our Wally World (worst job ever?) we decided to grab a burger. I step up to the counter (nobody in front of me) and place our order. I go get sodas, put the order on the table. I'm not even a third of the way through my burger, and there's like 7 people in line.

I know, right?

It was a good day, and I'll tell you, I felt pretty lucky.

Oh, and just so you know, I forgot it was Friday the 13th until we got home from the store.

I think I was so obsessed with it being 'Sarah Connor' day that I didn't pay any attention to the actual date.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 15: Early Retirement

Everyone wants a log....

What rolls down stairs,
Alone or in pairs?

Rolls over your neighbor's dog.

What great for a snack

It fits on your back

It's log, log, log.

Did any of you ever watch Ren and Stimpy? Well, if you didn't you sure missed out. I watched a couple of my very favorite episodes today, including Untamed World, and Firehouse Dogs.

This stuff was classic. I've got the 1st and 2nd seasons on DVD, and I think those were the funniest ones anyhow. The animation is pretty effin rad too.

Reliving all the old fun with my favorite Chihuahua and cat has inspired me, so I'm going to have a

.......drumroll please........


Giveaway!!!!

See, if there are any Ren and Stimpy fans out there, I've got this funny, funky little gift for you to fight over.

Just tell me (either in comments or at kvenya at gmail dot com) why you are the one that should get it.

Pretty easy, huh?

Oh, and look for a post soon on making beef jerky.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 14: An inexhaustible supply of sunflower seeds and Mountain Dew

ps happy vd to all of you that celebrate it

I want to know how this happened.....

For most of my life, I've been a 'one pair of shoes at a time' guy.

I mean, I usually had one pair of daily drivers, and a pair of 'nice shoes.' In the process of cleaning my room I was stunned to find 9 and I'm sad to say 1/2 pairs of shoes.

For me, this is just an unreal number. I mean, you really have no idea. I'd sooner believe that horses could fly.

Well, I can tell that you're all dying to see them, so here we go...




Quite a collection, no?

It includes an honest to God pair of combat boots:




2 pairs of Vans:




A pair of waffle stompers:




Don't they call these rubbers:




A couple of pairs of Nike, and a pair of New Balance:




And my one good shoe:



There's also a pair of Adidas in there, but I don't count them as I can't really wear them.

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In other news, my show started back up tonight, and it was pretty good. I'm finding myself drawn more and more to it. In anticpation, I've spent a good part of my day watching episodes from last season online.

That right there is the only reason we need the internet.

Oh, and I noticed that I didn't put a want for last night, so tonight, I'll do 2.

As if it matters.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 12: A hamburger phone

What I want, Part 13: A Wayback Machine

I want to make one thing perfectly clear.....

Well, not really. See, I don't really have anything to follow that up with, but at least got your attention.

Or something.

It's been a slow week as far as blogworthy stories go, and it always bothers me when that's the case.

I wish I had wild tales with which to regale you, but sadly, such is not the case.

Perhaps the next couple days will be a little more exciting, as I don't have to work, but I'm not counting on it.

I am rather excited that tomorrow my show has it's season premiere tomorrow night.

I can barely contain myself. I guess I should be worried that I love it as much as I do, due to my uncanny knack for killing the shows I love, but I can't help it.

It's my crack right now.

Or something.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive

Have you seen Chasing Amy? No? Well, it is rather obscure, but it's one of Kevin Smith's, and I know I've said it before, but y'all really need to see all of his movies.

They're grrrrrrreat!!

Thanks for the line Tony.

My eye is like, mostly better, even if it is still a little leaky and gross. The swelling has subsided (mostly), and the 'scratchy like sandpaper' feeling has departed, and I'm happy about that.

Maybe I'll take a couple benadryl later or something.

In other news, it totally snowed last night. Only like, I don't know, a half-inch or so, but it's there. And we're supposed to get more.

For like the next 5 days or so.

I'm stoked.

Only so not.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 11: A really big boat.

I want a new drug , One that won't spill , One that don't cost too much , Or come in a pill

So, another day has come and gone, and what can I say, but it was a blast.

Well, as much of a blast as work can be, anyhow.

It was a heavy email/paperwork day, but I don't mind those. I mean a couple of the email questions I had to answer were of the 'you're a fucking dumbshit for asking this' variety, but then, aren't there always a few of those?

One email read simply 'how much is shipping?'

Now, I don't have a problem quoting a shiping price, it's part of my job.

But, when you don't tell me what item you're asking about, or include a FUCKING ZIP code, how the fuck am I supposed to help you out?

Since it was a work email, I was on my 'best behavior,' and merely pointed out to this assclown that he'd given me no information to work with.

The funnest part of my day, however came about 30 mins before quitting time. I'm not sure what I touched/inhaled/brushed against, but within seconds, I was having an acute allergic reaction.

Not like anaphalacitc shock acute, but more the 'leaking, redder than blood and almost swollen shut left eye' acute.

It's super sexy.

It's mostly subsided now, and have no doubt that it will be completely gone by tomorrow morning, if not later tonight.

I'd take a picture, but I don't want to gross anyone out.

Well, not like that anyhow.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 10: Another beer....I'll be right back.

I want a pizza dough recipe.....

I know I have at least one (if not more) readers that are foodies (you listening andie), so I'm sending out the call.

I need a (fairly) easy to make pizza dough recipe. Now, I know how to make a pizza, and in my career, I've worked in a couple pizza joints, (as a dough roller) so I kinda know what to do with dough, but I need something that I can whip up on the fly, when I feel like pizza, but don't want to order out.

Right now I'm fucking pissed, because someone broke our pizza stone, and didn't see fit to tell me that it was gone.

I made some dough (which is now hanging down below the oven rack) but it really needed a stone for good baking.

Can anyone out there in the blogosphere help me?

I'm fucking begging here.

Oh, and thanks to Andie, for totally spreading the news of 'change.'

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 9: All the music ever. Well, except for rap, which I don't consider music.

I want a new name.....

Maybe I'll use one of these.

Thanks to Kelwhy for all the choices.....

1. YOUR REAL NAME: T.J.

2. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:(mother and fathers middle names) Lee (mom doesnt have one)

3. NASCAR NAME:(first name of your mother's dad, father's dad) Don John (almost sounds like a real one)

4. STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name) Strjo

5. DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal) Black Snake

6. SOAP OPERA NAME:(middle name, town where you were born) Louis Walnut Creek (sounds pretty lame)

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning) The Purple Beer

8. FLY NAME:(first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name) Joan? Really? Joan? That sucks.

9. STREET NAME:(fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie) Chunky Monkey Peanut Butter....

These are getting wierd.....

10. ROCK STAR NAME:(current pets name, current street name) Ashby (no pet so another one name singing sensation)

11. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on) Chester Cameo

12. YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of real name plus izzle) Tjizzle

13. YOUR GOTH NAME:(black, and the name of one of your pets) Just call me 'Black.'

14. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav. candy) Obsession Butterfinger.

Ok, so Kelwhy invited others to play along, and I will as well. If you do, please let me know so that I can see your responses.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want Part 8: Angelina Jolie. Did you expect anything else? I mean, really?

Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell?

Actually, I don't have any secrets to share today.

Not that I'd actually share any real secrets here, cause....well, then they wouldn't be secrets. I pride myself on being able to keep a secret. Much like chain letters and txt forwards, I'm where secrets come to die.

In fact, some of the secrets in my 'possession' have lost much of thier meaning, as those that shared them with me are no longer with us.

I'm still not going to tell them to you, though, as they're still secrets, even if the person that they're about can't be hurt by my sharing them.

That's one of the rules: You don't share someone else's secrets. You just don't.

Now, for something completely different:

The weather's been crappy for the last couple days (duh) my days off always have crappy weather. In fact, it's snowing as I type this. Guess I won't be going to the beach today.

Or anywhere for that matter. I tend not to go out in the snow unless it's absolutely necessary.

It's also my sis's bday, and while I'll wish her a Happy Bday here (happy bday sis) she doesn't really read here, so she won't see it.

Oh well.

Update: I added some pix of Michael's pottery to my flickr page. Please go check them out. If you want a truly awesome experience, click all views, and view original size....



Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 7: My very own island. Some of their prices seem very reasonable.....

You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, well, you just might find, you get what you need

That's Mick and the boys.

I'm not the biggest Stones fan in the world, but they have quite a few songs that I really dig; the above being one of them.

I've been planning on using the quote for a title, but I wanted to have a good reason, because, in addition to being a cool like from a cool song by a cool band, it has a very personal connotation for me as well.

This will take a bit of set up, so, bear with me.

This scene happened in 1986....I think.

I was hanging out with my cousin Randy at his work/home. See, he worked on an Arabian horse ranch, and had a room there. Cool, right?

So anyhow, we're hanging out shooting the shit, and somehow get around to the topic of Troy (one of our buds) getting married. Well, the family that Troy hails from married into my family some years back, and now we're all kinda family and stuff.

So, we start talking about the wedding (theres no question were both going) and it dawns on me that we'll see Kim there. I look at my cousin, and say 'Anoter S------ wedding, you know what that means....'

He looks up and says 'Kim.'

I nod.

I should mention at this point that the abovementioned Kim is a smokin' fuckin' hottie, and we had long harboured a lust for her. She was a close friend of Troy's family, and I'd seen her at numerous weddings, wanting her every time, but knowing that it was impossible....See, I was what 9? 10? And she was prolly late teens...

You still dream tho, right?

So anyway, I nod and Randy says 'Yeah, she wants me.'

Almost without thinking, I say 'Yeah, but she needs me...Then the above line occured to me, and out it came.. Then, in a fit of even more inspiration, grinning I sang the words...

'I saw her today at the re-ception,' clearly covered in win.

My cousin responded with 2 middle finger salutes, confirming my victory.

A few years ago, Randy died. He was just about 9 months older than me, and in addition to being my cousin, he was one my best friends. We spend a good portion of our formative years hanging out.

He's someone else I miss almost every day.

Anyhow, as this title had some meaning, I wanted to save it, waiting for a sign. I got it yesterday. The line was going through my head as I headed down to my car, and when I started it up, Mick said 'I saw her today at the re-ception,' and my commute lasted just long enough for me to hear the whole song.....

I took that as a sign.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want Part 6: My very own 9-hole golf course

We always want what we cannot have

Why is that I wonder?

Not that I'm the first to ponder this, nor, indeed the most enlightened, but it still confounds me.

I mean, I've gotten plenty of things that I wanted, but the big ones?

The really really big things?

Not so much.

I'm not a millionaire, I don't drive a Lamborghini Countach, and I certainly don't live like a king in some foreign country.

Well, not yet, anyhow. These dreams may seem lofty, and I'll allow that they are, but as long as there is breath in my body, and blood in my heart, I will not abandon them.

Oh, and I want another beer, too, but that's eaisly remedied...I'll be right back.....

So, why do you think we always yearn for the unattainable? Is it purely greed, or does the idea of an unreachable goal set us up to accept smaller things?

I have no idea, but if you know, please share the knowledge.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, Part 5: All the Movies/T.V. shows ever made.

I want to tell you something.....

Well, I guess I tell you something everytime I do this.

It may not always be funny, and it may not always be deep, but it's always something

I had a pretty cool day at work, even tho I woke up at...wait for it...

4:37 in the morning.

How much does that suck?

Strangely tho, I wasn't tired at work at all, and even when I got home, I wasn't as tired as I prolly should have been. I got to play with guns all day, so maybe that helped keep me awake. I didn't get to go shoot any (this time), but I did get to list some on Gunbroker.com, and yes, I took the pictures.

I also got to take a short field trip to the Post Office to mail some ebay items out, and my boss made me a plate of some kick ass food, so things were good.

See, that's something you didn't know, so I 'told you something' today.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want Part 4: Lots of guns.

For want of a nail the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe the horse was lost, For want of a horse the rider was lost...

For want of a rider the battle was lost, For want of a battle the kingdom was lost, And all for the want of a horse.

I wanted that whole thing to be my title, but apparently, there's a limit to how long your title can be....

Who'da thunk it?

I kinda found that quote by accident. See, the other day, I was thinking about 'want' titles, and I jotted down the phrase 'For want of a horse, the kindom was lost,', which is a strangely truncated rephrasing of the above quote.

I must have been 8 or 9 (maybe younger) when I heard that, and for whatever reason it's been kicking around my subconscious ever since. Imagine my surprise when today, while searching out 'want' quotes (and yes i got a couple) I ran into the unabridged version.

I was then further shocked to find out that Ben Franklin was the one that said it.

How did I not know that?

In any event, I think I've almost decided not to use 'want' titles for every post this month. Then again, who knows?

I'm on the phone with my son as I type this, just so you know.

Those of you on the change train should know that he's planning to ship me some more to spread around.

I'm not sure exactly when that will be happening, though, so just keep a weather eye on your slot.

Or your hole.

Or whatever.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want Part 3: Musical talent i.e. playing the guitar.

You want to see something really scary?

So, Arizona 'missed it by that much.'

Now, don't you get smart with me.

It really bothers me that Spitsburg manged to win another Superbowl. I had to work during the 1st half of the game, but we did have it on at work, so that was cool.

From what I could tell, the 2nd half was better anyhow, and the timing worked out just perfect. Between leaving work, and going back to the store to get beer, I managed to totally miss what I can only imagine was a totally lame halftime show by Bruce Springsteen.

Now, all you bruce fans need to just back up a bit.

No offense, I just don't like him.

At all.

He's not the boss of me.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want part 2: A really cool tour bus. Oh, and a full time driver.

ps who can cite the title? t.

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want.....

Well, here I go again, trying to prove to the world (and myself) that I can manage to find the time and subject matter to post every day for a month.

I'm rather impressed with myself that I actually made it last month, and I know you all are too.

It's also Superbowl Sunday, and that's kind of exciting, except for the fact that I'm going to be at work all day, so the odds of me seeing much, if any of the game are pretty slim.

There's a trend that I've noticed in the last few Superbowls, and if you happen to watch it today, please help me confirm it. It seems to me that if the game is good....you know close, and they're fighting for every point, a truly epic battle, the commericals (which are almost as fun usually) kinda suck the root.

The reverse is also the case. Super-great commercials, and the game's decided before half time.

Anybody else notice that?

Buenos con queso,

T.

What I want, part 1: A Nikon D90