St. Dysmas Day

St. Dysmas Day, Patron Saint of Thieves and Criminals…. Broadband access wars are heating up, locally. Time-Warner sales guy came by, knocked on the trailer’s door, was a little heartbroken when he found out I didn’t even own a TV, then brightened right up, “But you have a computer?” Through Southwestern Bell, DSL costs almost St. Dysmas Day

It’s late March

It’s late March, and I’m thinking we’ve finally turned the corner on the weather. I’m ready to wear shorts all day, every day, from now until next fall. Just the way it is. To that end, I went to our modern day equivalent of a Tupperware party, a Kramer-ware party. Barefoot. I mean, I put It’s late March

Saturday

I was so looking forward to sleeping in this morning, it’s Saturday, nothing on the schedule until tonight, and the cat, with her ways, she just had to get me up, first thing, for some food. Seems like she think she deserves breakfast, or something. Laundry. Then a little tweaking on the web stuff. Yes, Saturday

Fatboy Slim

Every so often, I get a truly nice day. Started with work. Work, in and of itself, isn’t exciting, but hand-crafting horoscopes, fishing for metaphors, trying to make something that is both useful and amusing, that’s a challenge. Jonathan Swift, Alexander Pope, one of those guys [it’s too hard to do this off the top Fatboy Slim

The 7th House

I was working through some astrology charts…. What I came up with, is a standard answer to the old relationship question, that one us astrologers get asked all the time. Variation on theme, more or less. The way I understand it, what I was taught, the Ascendant is “what you are,” whereas the Descendant [opposite The 7th House

Gandalf on Crack

“You are: ‘Gandalf on Crack’ (c) 2002” [another one from yesterday’s mail, the perpetrator was kind enough to copyright his remark, used by permission]  So the ad rep left me a voice mail message, then when I got around to calling her back, she told me, “I was just checking your <a href=”http://www.astrofish.net/cam.shtml” target=”blank”>kittycam</a> to Gandalf on Crack

Orange blossom special

Orange blossom special The singular, very best version of Orange Blossom Special I’ve ever heard was a live performance featuring Hank III’s fiddler, doing his demonic, satanic, otherworldly fiddling that he does. A good second would have to be local favorite Alvin Crow at the Spoke. I was flipping through the songs I’d ripped, and Orange blossom special

No check in July

With apologies to Vallejo, I need to change the lyrics a little, to my own version: “I’m used to cannelloni, now I’m eating macaroni….” Last check I was supposed to get arrived in June. No check in July, and the news thus far is no check in August, either. I would like to go grocery No check in July

a pilgrimage to Ft. Worth

Road trip. Or day trip. Maybe call it a pilgrimage to Ft. Worth again, I mean all I was going to do was drive a pickup truck, maybe eat a little BBQ. So we got to telling stories, “Waxahachie [TX] is a Native American word. Translated it means, ‘Super wal-mart’,” that’s what REK said. Talking a pilgrimage to Ft. Worth