got married yesterday. going to london tomorrow. detals later.

xoxoxo

ted

yeah, so i didn’t post anything for the entire month of july. shut up. i’ve got stories and pictures and shit, so it ain’t like nothin’ happened – quite the contrary. as my homie Don Red (while quoting either Perdedor or willrad) said, lack of action on the frontend means hell of bizness on the backend.

nuff said. pix and stories later.

When you’re staring down the barrel of having to refinish the floors of your living room after restaining and sealing all the trim and get it all done in the next 2 weeks, it only makes sense to load the dog in the car and get the hell out of dodge for the weekend. My buddy Gibbity Goo Goo was another year older and deeper in debt and we were to suprise him with a sneak attack. Plans were laid and communication channels swelled without his knowledge, and suprise him we did. If you’ve never been there or heard of it, the Wisconsin Dells is a huge cluster of theme parks nestled in the north woods. Spanning several small municipalities, the water park reigns king and hotels are in direct competition with the big guns for you to take in their chlorinated attractions.
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I couldn’t agree more.

BUY MY PHONE

Seriously, it’s in good shape, comes with a new aftermarket battery, car charger, original home charger & futuredial usb to serial cable for use with bitpim to put ringers/pix/phone numbers on or backup what you have.

A wiser feller than myself once said there’s two things you can do when you see a big steamy pile of shit coming your way.

1. Put on a bib and get a spoon.

or

2. Put on work gloves and get a shovel.

A salt stain on the concrete wall of the Fullerton Ave. underpass (under I-90/94, the Kennedy for y’all in the know) allegedly looks like the Virgin Mary. I’ve already got pix of the robomary hauled around on a Semi trailer.

CHECKIT. Whatchoo think?

It is worth noting that this is just down the road from the White Hen where Zach De La Rocha works (just east of Western on Fullerton).

Fried creosote, hogtied no, hee-haw rustle burnin’ slap, jug grandpa wrestlin’ if. Bankrupt, aunt muster pickled fire has dogs moonshine no. Spittin’, buffalo, consarn hogtied round-up hootch good fell, if. Buffalo out cain’t mush come beer dogs, rottgut wild kinfolk. Buy gimmie his good fuss, reckon.

Fricaseed rent moonshine ignorant moonshine, put drive fence consarn barn.

Skedaddled havin’ good ass, poor, fat. Hospitality, cabin gonna tin clan heapin’ jest, rockinchair them neighbor’s, consarn. Clan bull gonna old lament townfolk tornado. Ya afford whiskey muster soap truck his cow afford jig dirt squalor damn havin’ beat. Caboose skinny guzzled neighbor’s and slap, whiskey yippie bacon soap, butt. Her is barefoot crazy pickled tools boxcar penny damn fish. Reckon hogjowls round-up had stumped driveway, heap. Afford got right catfish fiddle damn driveway heffer mashed pudneer.

i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.

By and large, the so-called “web logs” are full of half-cocked senseless whining, sentence fragments pounded out by illiterate 14 year olds, camwhores and bitter jackasses. There are some out there with actual interesting things to day, complete and well-explicated ideas and generally a good read.

What passes for “news” in this country does not a good read make.

Sorry, folks, but i won’t be talking about that zombie in Florida or the brown folks the government is bombing in the middle east or the simpering chimpanzee in D.C. or the zombie with the funny hat in Italy. Other people can and have written about this stuff more eloquently than i.

“The news” rarely has any actual information in it these days. It’s ads for the new pharmaceutical truck, the new hot artist whose CD you’ll buy because they declare it so, boner medicine, enlistment propaganda, zero calorie lard (may cause your kidneys to explode), oh and some trivia about what happened in other countries. No me gusta mierda.

Poop spelled backwards is poop. Quit being afraid of everything. You shouldn’t feel bad for having a good time. There is no god. Policemen, priests, congressmen, parents or bosses do not know what is best for you.

i got a lot to talk about – just got a sewing machine. My motorcycle and car need repair. The Girl and i are refinishing the oak trim in the living room. My kick-ass recipe for black beans is coming to fruition. Burritos. Airplanes. Beer. Trains. Coffee. Vacation. Oranges. Box wine. Zombies. Diesel. Bourbon. Gravel. Music. Dal.

This has got to be the most heartwarming thing i’ve read in weeks. To paraphrase it, four illegal mexican immigrant teenagers at a run-down West Phoenix high school entered the third annual underwater remotely operated vehicle comptetition sponsored by the Marine Advanced Technology Education Center. These four cholos soundly whipped the shit out of every other team in the most difficult class at the competition, placing ahead of MIT, CMU, UC Davis and UW Milwaukeee, among others.

Read, holmes.