So, Mr./Mrs. black SUV, Texas license 745-PVT... learn some manners. May all the forces of Karmic retribution come to roost on your pretty little gas guzzler and not on you yourself.
my grandfather (Bappaw) passed away this morning. He was, and will always be, the greatest man I have ever known. He was strong... he could put in a full day of work at the Co-op, come home, take care of all of the chores that what amounted to a small farm required, and still find time and energy to chase the grandkids aound the kitchen, or take us fishing, or show us how to sharpen a pocketknife. He was intelligent... a man with no real formal education who could dismantle a motor in minutes, visualize a complex toy and then carve it out of a stick, fix anything that was broken just by looking at it... tapping a few times, moving some bits around, then grabbing the baling wire and going to work. He could tell you three moves into a game of 42 what dominoes you had and who was gong to win the game. The man had a sparkle in his eye that was always there, and usually meant mischief of some kind (mostly in the form of a surreptitious toe-pinch under the breakfast table). There was no one, human or animal, that he didn't instantly get along with.
Some of my favorite times at his house were in the early early mornings. I was a light sleeper, and so when he would get up at his usual 6 oclock to make coffee and toast, I would get up as well. We would pour a few bowls of grapenuts, sip coffee while he waited for his grapenuts to get soft enough to chew... I would sometimes read... There was never really any conversation until the others started to rise. Just me and him, sitting in the same place at the same time in the early morning hours listening to the world wake up through the kitchen window. We'd sometimes go out and feed Jenny Lynn (See previous post about the worlds greatest ass) and the other animals, he'd show me how to brush jenny down and make her coat look the best it could.
We will miss him. I will miss him. Bappaw, you made me the man I am today and I love you very much.
You know, a few times in a lifetime, there comes along a video game that is so good, so well crafted, so interesting that it makes you want to buy the console just to play it. This is not that game. But, it sure looks like fun
Ok kids, it’s now that time. The one you’ve been all trembling in anticipation for. The one that explains all your pins and needles. You can finally get rid of that bated breath. Trepidation be gone. Shall I go on?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Goys and Burls. Kiddos of all ages (at least before 9 pm)... This thursday, March 27th, I am proud to present the opening (not the grand opening... that comes later) of GrumBar and Grill, located at 306 Main Street, Houston, TX 77002. Come on by for superlative sustenance and lucious libations. Open 11am-2am Thursday-Saturday, closed Sunday, open 11am-2pm Monday-Wednesday. If you need to know how to get here, google it, because I can’t get the map link to work right...
So I know that at some point or another, you’ve thought to yourself, "There goes that hoopy Keith. Now there’s a frood who really knows where his towel is. I wonder what it would be like to work for him."
Now’s your chance.
I am looking for people who want to work for me. I need bartenders, cooks, waitstaff, bus/dish.... basically everything. So maybe you live in the houston area and want to work downtown. Maybe you have some experience. Maybe your current job doesn’t include such wonderfully fun things like tips. Maybe you know someone (brother, sister, cousin, friend) who is looking for gainful employment. Maybe you want to give me a call..... 7135409881.
The scientists are sitting down, organizing the parade, deciding who should be placed where in the lineup. The first three are Nietsche, Heidegger, and Kant, but a debate arises as to where to put Descartes and Mr. Ed. Half of the scientists want Descartes to be the finale, citing his greater reputation and more pragmatically, his tendency towards stumbling. If he's last, he won't trip anyone else if he falls. The other scientists think that Mr. Ed, being the only equine philosopher, deserved the final honor. Finally, the Mr. Ed team wins out. The parade goes on, thousands of people gather, cheering this miracle of modern technology. Sure enough though, just as the parade passes the main grandstands, Rene falls, tripping Mr. Ed and breaking his leg. Mr. Ed has to be put down, putting quite a damper on the festivities.
The moral of this story?
Don't put Descartes before the horse!
You may chastise me for wasting your time at the next available opportunity :)
Speaking of the sidewalks, I have great tires. Street slicks designed for the sole purpose of going fast on concrete. And you would think, since the sidewalks and roads are made of concrete, I'd be golden, right? Not so much. I jumped over, swerved around, and slid through more cracks, potholes, mud patches and puddles than I've ever had the pleasure of attempting off-road.
But, I made it. An hour and a half to go from just inside the loop to just outside the beltway. I've made a lot worse time in a car on 59 before. So I'll buy some new knobby tires, invest in some shocks, get some lights and reflectors and the like, and then tomorrow? Go east!