While my cool cats twittered away the evening from the rooftop of lofts overlooking the A, I turned my stag on in College Station, TX. Jason’s Deli and Star Trek. It’s what I do. So, Star Trek was definitely as dope as expected. But, that is an inexpensive, albeit savory, appetizer in comparison to the
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Canoodling the Negative
Another day gone by, another week spent in the quaint town of Franklin, TX. I might as well take out a 2nd mortgage for my (ostensibly) 2nd home here. Although, there is a faint, meagerly discernible splinter of daylight fracturing through the ominous stratus clouds. My time here will progressively (hopefully?) diminish with each coming
Porcelain Lap Dance
Here’s the nitty gritty, the grimy…the gutter. I am back on my engineering grind, living the glamourless life in Hearne, TX. As has become expected of me the last few months, I’ve been a bit AWOL from this site. I’m sure you folks out there have become accustomed to it. Like I always vow and
Franklin, TX. Pop. 1470.
Franklin, TX. Pop. 1470. Here I am writing to you cats from the city of College Station, TX (home to Texas A&M University). Every morning and afternoon, I drive an hour to and from my Homehood Suites in College Station to the power plant in Franklin, TX. Word on the street was that I was
Imminent (but Temporary) Absence
So, I’m gonna shoot you cats a heads up on my imminent (but temporary) absence from blogging on this site. I’m gonna try to teach myself enough about web design as I can for the next two weeks or so. Hopefully, after I’m done stumbling around intoxicated with a haphazard knowledge of CSS, PHP, and
If I ain’t interested, I’m disinterested
Por fin. I am tantalizingly close to finishing up my PVR (Personal Video Recorder) project. It’s taken two fortnights to get to this point (3 weeks longer than expected), but I am nearly done. All that’s left to be done are a few minor tweaks. I will post an informational write-up sometime in the next
Swatchmen
Alimony is a bitch! I’m like a deadbeat daddy infrequently visiting his offspring. This site has become my bastard child. I’m increasingly neglecting this bad boy each passing month. I’m raising my hand and accepting full responsibility for my negligence. To be frank and honest, another “project” has swallowed up my free time. That project,
Sipping that Annabolic Codeine and Primobolan Syrup
3 words. Ay. Yi. Yi. A-Rod…A-Fraud…(shaking my head)…A-Roid… What in the Blue Moon were you thinking? The Juice Bar (aka Major League Baseball) unfortunately failed to disappoint…again. So, the one hope we had of a “clean” player that “did things right” erasing Barry Bonds hold on the all-time home-run record is grimy too? Cheating like
Sunk the Battleship of Another Fan Base
Now that I’ve had a week to reflect on the Super Bowl and the euphoric aftermath, I’ve been able to gain legitimately relevant perspective on it’s place in history. The greatest Super Bowl? That is a tough sell, mon frere. It is still too early to say that. But…what I can say…is that it was
Entourage, Rias Bluebird, and Gran Torino
What a chill ass weekend I’ve had. It’s funny how a weekend of monotony and inactivity can rejuvenate you. Laziness was feeding me grapes in a bikini while I relaxed on my couch noshing on faux-beef fajitas and sippin’ on soda pop. After catching an episode of Entourage on HBO this past Friday, I figured
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