Long story short:
I wound up with a guitar and case. One too many jokes about me and musicians.
As I sauntered out of Shady Acres, I had the usual two suitcases plus a laptop bag and guitar case. Felt like a scene from the [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000A2ZTY/fishinguideto-20]Mariachi trilogy[/url].
But going to El Paso?
Think: [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00004XSP3/fishinguideto-20]The Gourds[/url].
Soundtrack – copious unrelated material
“Talk to the Hand” is the song, I think it’s sandwiched between “Diaper Man” and “Chick with a Dick,” but I might have the tracks & titles wrong. [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000D9PRR/fishinguideto-20]Jerry Springer: the Opera (official soundtrack)[/url].
“She said that he said that I said that I said that he said that she said that they said that she said that…” I got lost in the lyrics.
[url=http://www.lulu.com/content/31342]2003 in book format[/url] is for sale. Why? Just to run through the motions. It’s all of last year. Why pay when it can be downloaded in PDF form factor [url=http://www.astrofish.net/book/fgs2003.pdf]here[/url]? I can’t answer that. The web is a highly volatile medium, and the archives could, conceivably, fall into an electronic [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0393974995/fishinguideto-20]wasteland[/url].
There was a hardware swap the other night, and I had a little extra time, after being served BBQ by an Aries, and as my Gemini buddy noted, she had a tattoo of a vegetarian lizard covering one arm. The idea of the [url=www/astrofish.net/test.shtml]splash[/url] page came back up. I toyed with a couple of design ideas, but nothing seemed quite right.
Weird statistics:
3668: 8.24%: 31/Dec/03 00:32: /index.shtml (this is the main page)
642: 1.27%: 31/Dec/03 00:23: /currents/intro.shtml (this is the paid subscription page)
The end of the year, more like just the end of the month, the statistics look like 1% of the readership is (barely) subsidizing the rest of the readership. Consider the lack of advertising around here – just text.
Not so very long ago, I found a handful of really ugly fishing lures in the discount bin at a sporting goods store. The copy on the back of the lure’s packaging was a priceless tale about record catches, winning fishing tournaments and jail time. Because the lures were in the discount bin, a little more than a buck apiece, I picked up a couple of them, for practice. Damnedest thing: I got a strike on one Wednesday afternoon when nothing else was working.
Black-eyed peas (signature Texas Caviar) at [url=http://www.threadgills.com/]Threadgill’s[/url] New Year’s Day. Then a long, really ambling hike with a fishing pole, working some hot spots around the lake. Net catch? Two bridges. “You really hooked that one bridge, it wasn’t going without a fight,” as I was observed. No fish, but a couple of sticks. And two bridges.
Off to El Paso for a working weekend.