Miss Bonny Blue Jean of the BonnyBonnyBooBaaBay

The Bonster Monster is the news and that aint much but she's fine and getting on like a glove. At 3.6 months her deductive powers astound and confound and are proving to be formidable. She's my baby girl doggie oh yes she is and will not let me forget it no my leetle bon bon, my leetle cauliflower.

Windowpane Theology

...and so it goes. Fucking pouring down rain with me and the pup warming a stump in the shade. Gotta play the laylow game today to minimize potty breaks. No training today nopes. Just me and the Bonster on a Tuesday sittin around here doing our best at nothin better to do. With the wife at work, there's no CNN creeping me out from across the room. Best way I know to get depressed is listen to CNN all day. Best way to stay out of that is leave the TV off. Hello?? Today I got all my news from the weather radar on the NWS web site. Much more refreshing than politics and warfare and changes faster than any fucking pointy head politician can conjure for us or promise us in televised debates with other pointy head political big spenders who promise to eat your babies and shit pure fucking gold in return. Warfare is always the cheap way to your heart. The expense comes later when you realize how had you were but then oops, you're broke and it's too fucking late. Oh dear god. Cry me a river but what the fuck were you thinking sending a generation off to die? And for what again?
I highly recommend keeping an eye on the weather because it influences you. Yes you. And it always will.

re:

i sally ferth

steel rims in sand

""...nothing surprises me..." lamented Cusecio squinting into the late afternoon sun as the wagon wheels of his stencil, redlining it downhill in a merry bliss shedding all detractors and their tractors alike, shook to beat the band I dare say and because really nothing ever surprised him even a little bit, even after the war and all because he was so surprised to be alive you know he just remained surprised. Like a baby duck every day he did and his wife always noticed how surprised he was every morning. He got out of bed everyday in the morning because he was so
surprised.
It was as foreign a concept I could imagine being so surprised and not being so surprised in/at the same time and space especially in the morning. Cusecio was an odd duck, a queer bird. Especially in the morning. Was considered by many to be quite shell-shocked and for him far as he was concerned that was nothing new and his gravity was matched. As a result this this whatever, zoning, or whatever, redlining downhill stencilfixer was fixing to become the surprise and he didn't even know it. The fix was in the mix."

...but I digress...

New pup Bonny is a heartbreaker. She's doing well and promises to be just as difficult as we thought she'd be. She's kinda like a teenager on four legs. More like a lot like a teenager on four legs.

puppy hell in a basket

today is the first full day around here for the new house mate: a 10 week old cow dog that flew in yesterday from out of state. she's kept me up most of the night with congestion, loose stool and general lack of sleepiness or remorse to which all i can do in response is sigh and say to myself i told you so. to the vet the first thing this morning when they open for her shots and maybe some antibiotics to clear up her chest, another day resting then to boot camp.
so far she shows a lot of good sense and great temperament and when housebreaking is done, maybe i'll get some rest.

aawww!

ya know I sit here and I wonder but I don't give a shit because I don't feel a thing and I wonder if talking to my silly self would help but I don't think so I'm drinking, beer to be exact, and I don't remember being here except for the meow part then I remember the bow wow part and it reminds me of the you know what part and then it's the no shit part. who should I believe?


...but be that as it may, it still can be the end of the world without us knowing it or for all I care
and in the mean time I'm going like, aaww shucks, what a beautiful baby.

pick a number, get in line, take a seat. get ready...

more from the retirement front

oh yes. the u o' t union is very rich dribbledribbledribble a tarjai but i tend to stay in my car these days so trolling the campus is out unless i park and walk 40 blocks trying to look innocent which in my advanced stage of decay, i shant do since my wife works on campus and the cops know me. small world.

mondays aren't so bad anymore. by the way. they tend to zippy right on by and leave me feeling utterly refreshed mostly. i recently went inside the HRC @ UT to look up a novel writer person i like had some papers there in the archive. i remembered how to act in a research library. it was inspiring.

been following the Peloponnesian War with more than a passing interest here lately. o my fucking gawd can Thucydides deliver a point or what?
rest of the time i'm blending in with the scenery. just buried our 3rd dog and already looking for a new pup. need new tires truck's almost paid for traffic sucks and gas is killing us but wtf, it cant eat us so right now the Riley, Life Of is ok if anybody asks. might get a chance here to buy wolf lady's property next door which would be like scoring a touchdown and winning the superbowl in the last second on national tv and getting laid on the fantail at the same time. awesome.
epic of wolf lady is long story.

we're trying not to get out much for obvious reasons so home grown deep in the heart of hanging out around the house is about the only game awake. parental issues on both sides have proven to be attention mongers. so far no need to get second job. having enough distraction right now for busy worth's. hope the wife can retire soon too then we can really save money.

whatever they tell you about retirement, dont believe a fucking thing they tell you and dont ask me because you wouldnt believe me anyway but if you did ask i would say yeps to you and to the uninitiated who insist on proof there is life after work. there is.
trust me...

bwwwhhhaahhaaahhhaaaaa

skegma hai

this retirement thing is alright but my working for a living friends have forgotten all about me being wrapped up in their so called careers and all and they just fucking forgot about me about as much i them so there and frankly francis surely that's okay because after all i'm retired so fuck it. right francis? a ship to drive would be the way to go friends or not then i could go skiing on a salmon too but...

not todaa oh mortal 1 bcuz 2dae is knot there dai as well

i care not what i think for today you saw pigs fly. oh yes you did.

so im thinking about surfing and personalized custom shoes for sleeping. but most of the time not. most of the time is away so thats fine for shoes. mostly.

texacajun gumboil

Have you heard oh noo, but bet it's good for you too like the side of melted butter on hot pepper cornbread part not to mention the wow factor of dining in faux posh Houston digs at the Big Ass Mall with a simple air of laid back arrogance as opposed to say, Dallas with it's britelitebigcitious elegance and conspiracy theorists lurking in every one-eyed sedan on the street after dark suggesting once again that mega-metro trends will probably be the death of us all if the food or the snipers don't kill us first.

hell bound

if we had listened to them in 1971 we might not be where we are now. if we hadn't let them lie to us as to why we are fighting this time around too, we might not be where we are now. if j.f.k. hadn't been killed, we might not be where we are now. if nixon hadn't been elected, we might not be where we are now. if bush hadn't been re-elected, we might not be where we are now. if enough people had said no, we wouldn't be where we are now.

Winter Soldier: America Must Hear These Vets' Stories

suck x suckfest

Lo these many days I've waited for the crowded streets to despair and disgorge their crawling multitudes in an out of townerly direction. My table is never clean and the waitress always surly. I would have tipped her if she had brought me all my change from that 10 spot but the 50 cents she kept cost her a dollar. I left the waiting list unattended for I care not, the atmosphere poisoned by second rate art. fucking austin...
The voices are insincere and overly loud, pointless to a fault. The music is dramatic and raw and utterly devoid of meaning, the bands being full of themselves upon their stage of irrelevancy and me anxious for them to leave and take their doting fawning fellatio devotees with them. Pierce your labia elsewhere please and hey you, yeah you, get the fuck out of my way before I cold cock your boyfriend.
This town really sucks.

oh woe...

well evidently your pulse has gone the way of wayward youth since there's to be no way of getting a rise out of you short of setting your hair on fire and even then at your advanced age you probably wouldn't twitch what with not having a pulse and all. you see. on the other foot, you might be in perpetual swoon due to the accelerated pulse now positively puling through your pinhead. for that i can understand but the other, the not moving, waking up on the right side of the dirt is preferable and in fact encouraged. all knitting aside, woe behark you? moy beane prhaps or worst kiawkle to smoot. no way hose be. lot much to see time on and on. no news here, pretty much steady edifice. the moms is going down in flames keeping me busy picking up the pieces. glad i have the time now to deal with it. other than that, all over? the more things change, the more they stay the same: you never call, write or take me to lunch and it's always too noisy around here.

living in a yellow can o beans

"Flying" from Magical Mystery Tour might have been a good choice as an accompaniment to the restless wind inside a letter box.

NASA Launching Beatles Tune Into Space

if you have to ask

you probably can't afford it.
another campaign year grinding me to a nub in the dust of the iraqimolcajeti. i'm so numb, my ears are ringing and now the motherfucker, this bastard, this... comes clean and talks about how he use to drink too much and how his faith has pulled him through and it was only a few lies to get his way and only 4000 dead on our side so far and not to mention the fact the world hates him but jesus loves him cuz he told him so and addiction is bad bad bad and god's on his side and america is god's team and we have to watch over your shoulder america to be sure cause we have to know and lizard skin don't itch trust us even though it's been 7 years. if i was an immigrant i would leave on the next tramp steamer.
not listening to it doesn't make it any less true george. go ahead turn it off. change the channel. it's all hate tv, it's all a distraction from your pious sobriety eh? george. you dumb fuck.

plowshares into laptops

the rest of the story...

Frontline Blogger Covers War in Iraq With a Soldier’s Eyes - New York Times

just the facts

just what this country needs; just another dirty little war and just another 5 cent cigar

Michael Yon Online Magazine

fuck me to tears

...this is just the kind of shit that's leading the decline of civilization and good taste as we know it.

Spears' manager says singer has mental issues Entertainment People Reuters

gauge is stuck on zero

ah winter... another january cold snap set in. temperature just above freezing, dogs in and wife at work. whoa baaeebuh...
quiet day to the extreme. no phones, no neighbors. just a distant freight train to remind me there are others on the planet.
half way through 'war & peace' and countless cups of coffee. chocolate is running low however. maybe next week will i go forth to replenish same. gotta hand it to tolstoy. he sure knows how to describe wealthy tsarist era russian society with all the attendant angst and neurosis. the broken hearts and dreams and teenage sex. the women are beautiful, the men are dashing, everybody speaks french and belongs to the english club. it's a non-stop party and napoleon is just around the corner with his troops ready to take on the russian winter. what's not to like?

incident in the strait

whole thing kinda reminds me of the day they pulled the same stunt in the Tonkin Gulf and went wah wah wah all the way home. Lyndon says let there be no mistake and pow! look where that got us. glad somebody was really awake on that hormuz watch and was having a slow news day. one of those letter home deals that begin with "Guess what I did at work today dear. I almost shot a ski boat that was yelling at me on the radio. But wait, there's more. Captain comes on the bitchbox says stand fast. Don't want some Incident harking back 40 odd years of bad judgment nope. Calls over to the Royal Texaco Princess on an outbound slant and yep they heard it too in fact they hear it all the time Navy just some joker sitting on a hill with a pair of binocs watchin the traffic and steppin on you. relax the GQ already... and boats sez aye soir secure all hands smoking lamp is lit now sweepers sweepers, man yer brooms...
boy what a day. later."

either that or all the mail will be heavily censored like ours was and we will never hear the rest of the story unless paul harvey gets a hold of it or we make it up as we go which ever comes first.

http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/011208C.shtml

it's just real estate kid

well shit here we are again another new year and i wasn't through with the last one. where's all this time going?
we got a runaway war, dangerous men in office, dangerous men running for office and dangerous people that will vote for them no matter what the fuck i do running dangerously amok. brinksmanship all around. god playing favorites of all things. what i want to know is is when's all this shit gonna stop? i bet it's a good bet sunday school's rules take over cause that's what they want. we are not here to introduce you to democracy, we're here to enforce it. that's the godly american way and god bless america and all ships at sea thank you very much.

i hit this plateau recently and i'm seeing real good, my skin fits and i'm okay with the old days because that's what they are.
i'm grateful i don't have a child in the war. it will never end this madness, this open to endless interpretation and conjecture this war, this stupid war. stealing a generation for downpayment. a government bought and paid for by the powerful and they know who they are fucking us.

but shit, it's a new year, maybe it will hold steady for a few months.