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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
Tesco Mutherfuckin Vee's Blurty:
| Friday, June 26th, 2009 | |
| 4:28 pm | The Pious Pie Apparently the Lord has dinner covered...  |
| Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 | |
| 6:41 pm | Get Wet It's been one of those days... |
| Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 | |
| 3:43 pm | Wheel Wants To Turn If I find it in me I'll regale the group with the story of Sonia. I balled this bohab and then dumped her off at a local car wash. |
| Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | |
| 9:54 am | Checkin' In Images spawned within the last nine-or-so days. Honeycomb of one of the more recent colonies dealt with.  A VERY worn and haggard TMFV.  A portion of the more than 20 million Mexican freetail bats leaving their roost.    The festival and the mark being stalked.   Sea World  Brief escape to Arizona.    Jamaican jerked babyback ribs that wrapped it all up.  |
| Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 | |
| 5:25 pm | And I Mean Screw It Where It Stinks Busy. Uninspired. Since getting this new puterbox dialed in, the roof replacement job has produced an annoyingasshit development: misaligned satellite dish. Actually, both my Dish dish and this satellite internet dish were both off their marks and in need of realignment. Dish has already done their shit. Some other technician will be correcting the internet dish in a few days. I've had enough of roofers/fence builders/air conditioning repairmen/painters/home inspectors to last me for another...well, enough to last me until I need new "victims" to expose myself to. Fuck a bunch of shit. |
| Friday, June 12th, 2009 | |
| 9:11 am | Save The last six days have been an unimaginable blur. The only real rest I got was yesterday when I spent hours transferring files and progs to this new computer. And even that proved to be a bit too much. I did have one honeybee extraction job that I attended to at dusk last night. I still have the completion of that work order to look forward to. This weekend I'm going to be squaring a few things away for my parents as they get settled in their new home. I need a break... |
| Wednesday, June 10th, 2009 | |
| 4:45 pm | Ohhhh... Shame on me. |
| Monday, June 8th, 2009 | |
| 8:49 pm | And Again Spontaneous and impulsive was the direction last night. I got the call late, packed a bottle, my best face, and hit the fuckin' road.  I like these drives, these drives that take me out into the hills. I was sure to keep the moon in view, for it was the moon that charted the course I was on. Random and spontaneous.  Driving...closing in. I enjoy the subtle appeal that increases the body heat, soft glow, lights, aesthetics.   One more stop to make. Two more players brought into the fold.  Arrival. The sweet ache of anticipation.  In the fluid essence, enveloping. That seductive moon, which influenced such a mood, now powders the writing, tasting bodies with a silver lining. The visual stimulation alone is enough to coax the power from even the most focused of souls.  Spent...homeward bound...reminiscent. The smell, the taste, the favored images flitting across my mind's eye are in the driver's seat...in more ways than one.  Again and again. |
| Saturday, June 6th, 2009 | |
| 10:32 pm | Home There's nothing quite like pulling into the drive, walking through the gate, stripping off all of my clothing, and slipping into the pool under the subtle glow of a full moon. Really, no matter what has me in knots, I'm always relaxed by this simple activity. |
| Thursday, June 4th, 2009 | |
| 7:12 pm | 'Twas A Success So I clipped a few sprigs of rosemary from outside and skewered the scallops. The bacon was fried slightly in a griddle before being wrapped around those tasty wads of protein. I did bake them @ 300 F. for about ten minutes before giving them five minutes per side under the broiler. Viola!   |
| 12:31 pm | Chef Boyarvee I've been on a food preparing TEAR as of late. I had a bunch of people over yesterday for a jerked wild hog shoulder I had slow-cooked for five hours. I made tacos with the pulled pork meat. It killed so well that I wrote out the recipe for a later date. Tonight's fare will be bacon wrapped scallops, stuffed grilled avocado, lime and spiced rice with Italian green beans in a light lemon-butter sauce. So be it. |
| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 | |
| 7:39 am | Having Confirmed The Suspected Still congested and wallowing in dirtbaggery. On the upside, I went to the grocery store yesterday to score some snow crab and cock lube...and coffee. Normally I'll select a specific favorite, grind it there, and pack it home. Yesterday I thought to try out a coffee I've heard great things about. I'm now on my third cup of Dunkin Donuts dark roast coffee and must say that this shit is so good it makes me want to slap my mother. |
| Monday, June 1st, 2009 | |
| 3:10 pm | Dinner Time At lunch she said, "I want you to surprise me with a nice dinner tonight." I made sure to pick up the ingredients on my way back to the house.  |
| 10:30 am | Special I'm still feeling under the weather and it's beginning to piss me off. I know why I'm still shanked. I have this tendency to go apeshit on the day during an illness when I feel well. I'll wake up feeling grand, get a couple of cups of coffe in my ass, and mistakingly think that my spry steps are indicative of a healthy state. Of course, the "healthy" feeling is just an ebb in my lathargy and symptoms, not to be mistaken for the end of my illness. As soon as I begin to whoop it up, the shit hits the fan and I realize that I've gone too far. Not long after my dumb ass gets all physical and reckless will the relapse set in for the kill. Saturday I felt "one hundred percent better, yo! Yeaaaah!" and decided that mowing/edging the yard and cleaning the pool would be a good idea. Of course, with the Sun wearing me down, I had a misjudged feeling of weakness. I thought I was all good and just tired from lawncare and Sun exposure. So did I go inside, take a shower and lie down? No. I decided that the next wise decision would be to hop in the freshly cleaned pool and exert myself with a vigorous swim. So, as my body sunk further into weakness, I flopped around like an enthusiastic retarded kid swimming with dolphins. On Sunday morning I woke up with no voice and a fever of 101. Retard. |
| Saturday, May 30th, 2009 | |
| 2:29 pm | Guano Go On A Field Trip? Right, so no one wants to go with me to see the bats emerge from Frio Cave. I always seem to be alone on these ventures. Perhaps if there were a DJ and a cover charge I could be more successful in attracting another human to join me in these excursions. I just don't get it. I feel like the portly bartender in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, who no one wants to go scuba diving with. I'll go watch those sea turtles fuck for three hours, dude. I'll go with you. Screw it. It's allll good. I'll find someone to bother while I'm out there. |
| Friday, May 29th, 2009 | |
| 7:01 pm | Alone And In Trouble I'm comfortable with the plan to stay in and be a deviant. Being a deviant...heh...I just wanted to type out that word again ;) |
| Thursday, May 28th, 2009 | |
| 10:58 pm | Peek'n In I'm sick with an upper respiratory ailment. So be it. The Texas installment of Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern featured a pleasant surprise. Uvalde was mentioned, as was the little taco hut where I score my lengua and mollejas gorditas. Another familiar place in Tarpley was shown, but I was too hammered and horny that day to remember how good the food was. |
| Tuesday, May 26th, 2009 | |
| 10:38 am | MIA So I drove until I wound up at some backwoods redneck dive in the middle of nowhere. I stayed and pounded pitchers of Fat Tire, got hustled at the pool table by a guy who looked like Larry The Cable Guy, and came in fifth in a mechanical bullriding contest (not bad for a dude wearing a t-shirt, board shorts, and slaps). Somewhere after midnight I fished out the digits of the couple I hung out with at the coast a few weeks back. After a successful conversation, I got the invite to come down for some shenanigans. I wound up crashing on their couch for two nights. I took a picture here and there as opportunity came to mind. The photograph opportunities I missed include The Boiling Pot, the drunken rescue op of a goat caught in a roadside fence, and the drunken deucing of a twenty foot boat into the reeds lining Corpus Christi Bay. I had a great time. P.S. If you're ever in the Corpus area and dine at the Joe's Crab Shack on the T-head, DO NOT strip down to your skivvies and jump in for a swim. They WILL call the marina police on your ass.         |
| Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | |
| 9:59 am | "Just Go" That little voice in the back of my head just told me to. Deep within the grunting twist of Life's hold on my sensibilities there lies a sharp little sliver of spirit. Occasionally this sleepy little dagger works its way to the surface and stabs at the stranglehold. Ahhh...the grip is loose enough now. I'm getting in the car and will drive until I'm done. I don't know where I'll be and I don't really care. That's the way I go about it when they tug at me from EVERY fucking corner, instead of just taking it easy and letting things happen. People can be too intense. Gotta be anonymous for a while. I gotta just go. |
| Friday, May 22nd, 2009 | |
| 10:23 pm | Today Is One Of Those Days So much has happened in the last fourteen hours. I'm occassionally amazed at how quickly things can change. |