First of the month

First of the month I was sitting in the other office, not my office, but my “other” office at that silly, part-time job I agreed to, for reasons that now escape me. The reasons don’t completely escape me. It’s really not tough job, all I have to do is be dependable. But one of the First of the month

Halloween in Austin

Halloween in Austin So the big night wasn’t that big of deal for me. Didn’t have any plans, thought about cruising 6th street to see the sights, but almost gave up on that idea. It was the end of the month, and that means the second job was a little more busy than usual. Move Halloween in Austin

Dream journal

Dream journal I don’t usually write down what dreams I have, not here, but this was one of those vivid, “dinner was so spicy” kind of inspired dreams that I couldn’t pass it up. I was in a military uniform, short hair and all. Structure, “yes sir, no sir,” on some base some place. Doing Dream journal

Tuesday two-step

Me and the cat argued Tuesday morning about who had the rights to what pillow, and she kept wanting me to get up and put food in her dish. Demanding, almost. I’d left the back door open, and there was a cool nip to the air. “Gets cool out and suddenly I’m your friend again?” Tuesday two-step

Monday two-step

Monday two-step I’m missing the part of my life where I can hide out at home on days when I want to miss the world. I spent the greater portion of the weekend tirelessly working on horoscopes, not because I had to, but with the seemingly endless amount of drizzle, I didn’t want to be Monday two-step

Take back Texas

The cat and I were discussing my deplorable voting record, according to her. My suggestion was to get rid of the whole current crop of politicians. But what would we do for entertainment then? Unrelated, but interesting, nonetheless, on the way back from a Halloween party last night, we passed a typical sign, “Austin’s Taxidermist: Take back Texas

Acti Labores Jucundi

Acti Labores Jucundi Ah-ha. Settles that question. The cat’s morality, yes, she is Fundamentalist Christian. It’s her cross to bear. Kinky Friedman’s new book is pretty good. I curled up on the couch with the cat sleeping on my belly, despite her issues with me and my belief systems [and voting record], and we had Acti Labores Jucundi

Politics [open mind/closed topic]

Politics [open mind/closed topic] As I was riding the bus to that other job, the one that I’m just trying to help my buddy out with renting and running apartments, I was reading the Daily Texan because I have a fondness for the student-run publications. Cut my chops in one, many years ago. Besides, there’s Politics [open mind/closed topic]

Coffee coffee coffee

“…on my stereo…” The lyric, and I might have it wrong, is from Dale Watson’s Trucking Sessions. The gentle, ever-present patter of raindrops kept beating a tattoo, not unlike “reveille” on the roof, yesterday morning. The gray sky with water falling left me restless and irritable, but I was bound and determined to wear shorts Coffee coffee coffee