Damn that's sexy. Over the roof of a speeding car without looking. From now on, that's how I take pictures.
Avast ye!
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Monday, August 30, 2004
Some people don't get it
John Kerry and his supporters actually think the Swift Vets are puppets of Karl Rove. They say as much. As if you could get more than a single-digit number of war vets to do anything they didn't already want to do, like, say, support John Kerry. For example.
But Kerry and others really believe this is all being engineered to harm them, and that the American people are too dumb to understand that it's happening.
Nice.
But Kerry and others really believe this is all being engineered to harm them, and that the American people are too dumb to understand that it's happening.
Nice.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Ollie and Julian
My nephew, who is half British by birth, and our dog Oliver at play. Or maybe Julian is about to smack the crap out of Ollie.
Dreary Sunday
Overcast but still no goddam (like Burton said it, go-damn) rain. Huge red Hibiscus flowers, 10 at least. Plumbago and Bougainvillea and some Orange Trumpets, and the tender little jewels the Carnation of India is constantly producing. The soil here is so shot through with limestone that it drains the color from the leaves and flowers of many plants if you don't amend the soil just right, which I mostly have not. Most plants seem pretty happy on the whole but some of our Althea (rose of Sharon) trees are getting kind of ghostly, as are some of the Jasmines scattered about.
Propagation of the flowering Dwarf Rouellia from the three places we've planted it is pretty alarming, probably 25-30 spots in the yard sprouting and a couple big enough to put up perfect little purple flowers. We've removed most of the Horse Herb from the back yard and it's filling in with old Bermuda, Johnson grass, and now little Dward Rouellias, and even some of the regular purple Rouellias that were the first plants we planted three and a half years ago have sprouted in the yard. I pity the plant that comes up against the low-tech pushmower I will run over them.
Pictures soon.
Propagation of the flowering Dwarf Rouellia from the three places we've planted it is pretty alarming, probably 25-30 spots in the yard sprouting and a couple big enough to put up perfect little purple flowers. We've removed most of the Horse Herb from the back yard and it's filling in with old Bermuda, Johnson grass, and now little Dward Rouellias, and even some of the regular purple Rouellias that were the first plants we planted three and a half years ago have sprouted in the yard. I pity the plant that comes up against the low-tech pushmower I will run over them.
Pictures soon.
Saturday, July 03, 2004
Whizzleplop
Keflazzlepatch. Shimmylimmydoodlydoodoowoodpeckerista!
Skerpalahooey
Sunday's for onemontopaeia, if that's not the wrong way to spell it. It's marvellously stress-relieving if you do it with conviction. Give it a smack.
If you're having trouble, get Todd Rundgren's song by the same name and sing along.
Skerpalahooey
Sunday's for onemontopaeia, if that's not the wrong way to spell it. It's marvellously stress-relieving if you do it with conviction. Give it a smack.
If you're having trouble, get Todd Rundgren's song by the same name and sing along.
Friday, July 02, 2004
I'm your huckleberry
My name is Mike, and I live in Texas. 6'2", 185, Brn/Hzl and 40 in December. I run a small rental company and my wife Deirdre is in the music industry. We've been married for a little more than two years and I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
There are a lot of guns in Texas, and I happen to like guns a lot. I've never shot at anyone, and frankly I'd rather not. But I think it's a good thing to know how to do. Guns are tools, and it's a good idea to know how to use tools.
The hysteria about guns in this country is not a reasoned one. I can only imagine that the people who loathe firearms the most have no familiarity with them, so they mythologize them the way I did before my father taught me how to handle them.
My siblings and I spent almost every summer of our pre-college lives with easy access to a number of firearms, as did our many cousins and visitors, and all of us had been trained to handle guns with ultimate care and responsibility. No one got shot. In fact, I never once saw anyone point a gun at another person, or put a finger in the finger guard until about to fire, or take possession of any gun without checking the breech. I guess knowing the people around you can be trusted goes a long way toward relaxing you in the presence of a gun.
It's not that I'm not on my guard around a gun; to the contrary, I feel it like a heat source in the room, especially if it's loaded. But I am under no illusion that the mere presence of a gun is dangerous, or that it can go off by itself, or that a gun in the room will somehow drive someone crazy, make them pick it up and start waving it around until someone gets killed, like in every after school special and Touched by an Angel episode about guns. They just make you CRAZY! Let's get rid of them all, and then we won't have that problem!
Too late for that, my pipples. The War on Guns will succeed at the same level as the War on Drugs, which is to say not at all. My advice is to take a concealed-carry course, or some kind of professional firearms training, and arm yourself. You'll thank me.
So this first post is about how much I like guns, and how everyone should have one. Yippeee!!
There are a lot of guns in Texas, and I happen to like guns a lot. I've never shot at anyone, and frankly I'd rather not. But I think it's a good thing to know how to do. Guns are tools, and it's a good idea to know how to use tools.
The hysteria about guns in this country is not a reasoned one. I can only imagine that the people who loathe firearms the most have no familiarity with them, so they mythologize them the way I did before my father taught me how to handle them.
My siblings and I spent almost every summer of our pre-college lives with easy access to a number of firearms, as did our many cousins and visitors, and all of us had been trained to handle guns with ultimate care and responsibility. No one got shot. In fact, I never once saw anyone point a gun at another person, or put a finger in the finger guard until about to fire, or take possession of any gun without checking the breech. I guess knowing the people around you can be trusted goes a long way toward relaxing you in the presence of a gun.
It's not that I'm not on my guard around a gun; to the contrary, I feel it like a heat source in the room, especially if it's loaded. But I am under no illusion that the mere presence of a gun is dangerous, or that it can go off by itself, or that a gun in the room will somehow drive someone crazy, make them pick it up and start waving it around until someone gets killed, like in every after school special and Touched by an Angel episode about guns. They just make you CRAZY! Let's get rid of them all, and then we won't have that problem!
Too late for that, my pipples. The War on Guns will succeed at the same level as the War on Drugs, which is to say not at all. My advice is to take a concealed-carry course, or some kind of professional firearms training, and arm yourself. You'll thank me.
So this first post is about how much I like guns, and how everyone should have one. Yippeee!!
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