Out the door – Feast Day of St. Amand
I was hoping that I’d get a day or two this week to fish, but other than “testing” a new buzz bait lure, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to perform, the rain-swollen river just doesn’t seem to inviting for fishing. Besides, the recent cold weather put a big damper on outdoor fun.
[url=http://www.saintpatrickdc.org/ss/0206.htm]St. Amand of Maastricht[/url] is a patron of innkeepers. Good enough for a travel weekend.
That cold weather also hampered something else I was looking forward to: bluebonnets. The Texas State Flower. A “lupine,” if you’re so inclined.
From the reading stack:
“Rule Number one is that Rule Number One is whatever you want it to be at any time based on self-interest, blinding rationalization and petulance. At least that’s the code everyone in this country seems to be operating under.”
(Serge speaking to Lenny, in Tim Dorsey’s [i][url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060520469/fishinguideto-20]Cadillac Beach[/url][/i].
[i]inbound mail:[/i]
> They both sound live from the sewer. and that IS a compliment!
They are “live.”
> so THAT’s what you sound like, ol’ Texas twanger
That’s [url=http://www.astrofish.net/xenon/welcome.mp3]what[/url] I sound like, sitting in front of a computer.
Spike and Mike’s Festival of sick and twisted animation was too inviting to pass up just to kill off the last of my week. Hey, the pizza was good, per the server’s recommendation. Parts of the collection were good, but walking home, I started figuring I spent as much half that time watching credits roll by. See, each short is between a minute and three minutes, about right for my attention span. But then, there’s an additional one to three minutes of introduction, and finished with one to three minutes of producer, co-producer, director, writer, animator, inker, storyboard person, software guru, and “special thanks to….”
Spike & Mike’s Twisted Animation festival was preceded by the Alamo’s usual not-politically-correct trailers. One of them really tickled my fancy. It was for a sneak preview of the new Mel Gibson “Jesus Christ Superstar” or whatever that thing is. The one all the noise is about these days. Alamo. Humor. Off-beat. Weird, wacky, right? “Feb. 24, 2004: come and see the Jews kill Jesus.”
Late last night, I was trying to explain the humor of the advertising to a Born-Again-Jewish friend. She didn’t get it. Maybe she did, but it might have been a courteous laugh to get me to move on. It was humor, see, the Romans probably did in the historical Jesus, and then, that was probably, give or take four years, around 33 AD. Get the Alamo’s joke? Oh, never mind. It was really funny at the time. Real irony.
One Christmas time, maybe five or ten years ago, I got on a kick and started looking at charts from that time. I’d defer to better scholarship, but what I came up with put the birth of a messiah at around 4 BC. So that worked for me. Besides, there’s always that time slip between then and now. What’s four years, give or take, over a millennium? That’s all those [url=http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/opinions/pizza_party_usa.php]leap days[/url].