Like the fist of God we will destroy them.

This is real on Bell Road and 35th Ave. It's from Jeremie.

Count-o-down

Once again I have made a futile effort at getting the ipod back on track.
It gave itself it's best shot and attempted to format itself, then it died. Again.
It is officially, beyond any doubt, a turd.

I'm back to burning a ton of compact discs for the trip to Oklahoma City.
Tom Jones, Delilah is blasting in the background. Things are good, laundry is drying, toiletries are packed, dvd player is charging. I'm ready to go in a teeny tiny way.

My beetle died sometime during the night or the day today. I'm sad in a Gil Grissom sort of way.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, bless the savages we plundered in order to survive, bless the history book writers that lie to all the little children. Go donate a blanket and some of your time to the poor, beaten, drugged and homeless.

You not believe we're injuns, but we have teepees...

So Thanksgiving (ha!) is upon us and I am taking a road trip to Oklahoma City to spend the holiday with my grandpa. This is an 18 hour trip - one way - and I am taking my mom along.

I fear this is not one of the top ten best decisions I have ever made in my life...

I'm looking forward to the Space and Science Museum, the river walk and the nice big comfortable bed at the downtown Sheraton. I'm going to stop at the giant corrugated trailer siding cross in Texas, the largest cross in this hemisphere. I will be taking and posting a photo of the bronzed aborted baby fetus at the bottom of the cross. While I have seen it before, I did not take a photo.

I will be stopping in Shamrock, Texas at the little hole in the wall diner with the best food ever. They had hominy last time with some kind of roast and damn, it was good after being on the road for so many days coming from North Carolina.

As for the conversation between my mom and I... There is so much that I want to say to her that she cannot handle and completely shuts me out. I am sure there will be screaming. I am sure I will be chain smoking to cope. I better go clean out my car.

Celebration Time is OVER

Finally, all the birthday celebrations are over.
Kendar and I have 2 gianormous uneaten tres leches cakes in the fridge.
Does anyone want some tres leches? Please email me and I will deliver within 100 miles.

I drank $50 worth of gin and tonics on Friday night minus the cost of the luscious fried combo basket that it took the waitress over an hour to get to us.
The last two weekends at Hollywood Alley have been such a drag in the service department with our tried and true waitress Kat gone. These new girls just have no sense of urgency. They seemed to have no sense of knowing enough to even eye scan the tables to see if anyone needed a refill. Bah!

I need to just say, "Damn tobacco."

Friday night, Kendar's birthday party at Hollywood Alley was fantastic. The bands were good, the conversation was mostly good, the gaydar didn't go off when it should have, and no one got sick.

Saturday afternoon it was more house-hunting. We stopped by this great green craftsman style bungalow off McKinley; downtown. This could be the house. All hardwood floors, rather large kitchen, washer dryer hook-ups out back, party parking. Everything you'd need in a first home. I am not sure where it all goes from here.
That evening Kendar, eMan and myself all biked over to see it again. It was a nice ride, and the first I have taken with my new bike. OMFG, I love this new bike. It was so easy to ride, completely effortless. Anyone who wants to go riding, let me know, I would love to come along.