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Tesco Mutherfuckin Vee's Blurty:
| Friday, November 20th, 2009 | |
| 6:28 pm | 'Tis The Season It's growing cold enough to justify this. In with the new. |
| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 | |
| 8:41 am | Decisions...Decisions... I need a new couch set...but i'm too lazy to drive to San Antonio to find them. This weekend would be perfect for such an excursion. Alas, I think I'd rather go camping. I really need a new couch set. |
| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 | |
| 8:38 pm | Defensive Driving I'm not too sure about you, my road made for two. |
| 8:26 pm | It Was Written There's this poem that passes by from time to time, written with an air of cool detachment. I suppose I was around eighteen when I first laid eyes on it, first truly laid eyes on her. The unflinching brutality of that age did nothing to ease the pain of ignorance. I suppose the only thing that saved me was that very absence of awareness. For if I'd known how tragic and deadly the passing of time would be, I would have either consumed the author...or cashed in my chips. Behold the beauty of eighteen, and damn the cruel hand of circumstance! |
| 7:59 pm | Fire and Eyes New, enchanting music has a very important place in my life. Much in the way that a undergrowth-clearing fire can breathe new life into an aging forest. I feel quite comfortable with fire. |
| Monday, November 16th, 2009 | |
| 5:23 pm | That's About It... The season is turning and the chill is getting the air crisp. This morning I took my cup of coffee out back and was met with a cool, brisk breeze. A cold front is expected today that will drop tomorrow morning's temperatures into the low thirties. In advance of this cooling trend is a restlessness, a desire to take things outdoors. So, today I chose to head into the hills in search of a good reading spot. After some hiking, and a subsequent jaunt into trespassing, I found the solitude I was looking for. I read, slept, read some more, slept...you get the idea. That's about it. That was my Monday. The following pictures will take you through it. Fall cabbage crop  En Route...       Time to ditch the car...      Finding the spot...complete with company   Walking out  The road home  |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 | |
| 10:33 pm | Anticipation Love In Vein as a possible show opener? Magnificent. Utterly magnificent. |
| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 | |
| 1:12 pm | Trip Log In Images I split my house on Tuesday. I arrived at the coast three and a half hours later. I was aware of a loose agenda. What went down didn't church it up at all. The following are the random, on-the-fly pictures that made it back. Word.   Time to hunt...    Thoroughly worn out retriever         GREAT Thai          Heading Home...  |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 | |
| 2:17 pm | Saltwater Sublime I'll be heading down to the coast tomorrow after a lunch date. I shall thrust my frame through my friend's doorway, into the second floor guest bedroom, and all up in their chi! Supposedly, we'll be duck hunting on Wednesday morning so the Mossberg and waders shall accompany me, just incase. Whatever pans out, I'm looking forward to mudbugs, beer, good company and relaxation. Pictures to follow. |
| Friday, November 6th, 2009 | |
| 8:50 am | Road Way  If the road I have been on has led me to this place, then perhaps it's time for me to quit questioning the direction I've taken. Change has always been bittersweet for me, an admitted creature of habit. But for as much as I resist change, I also welcome it and the core-shaking nature inherent in transition. A suppression of emotions and acknowledgements led me to a massive "nervous breakdown" back in July/August. When I hit rock bottom and felt lost in the abyss, I also looked up from that rotten, fuckshit place and realized that I placed myself there. I rallied, and rallied hard as fuck, pulling myself up and out of that place of pathetic weakness, back to something resembling appreciation for being alive. For anyone who has been there, you can understand the difficulty in picking yourself up, dusting yourself off, and beginning anew. Falling into that emotional hole was just what I needed. It was a reminder. It was a reminder of the value of life and the benefit of a positive outlook. Even as my life couldn't get any easier, I allowed myself to backstep into a deadfall. I had to learn how to stand up again. I was reminded of how easy it is for someone who (unnaturally) battles their status quo to succumb to the trials of life-changing events. Sometimes I feel as if I'm not built for this, this ever present intention to challenge complacency. Then I remember one simple fact: I have ONE shot at this life. So this is how a hardcore street urchin willingly trades in his Gibsons for the manly comfort of pull-on boots. Oh, this is not to be confused with a hit to character, but rather a refinement of sorts. I have not given up on where I came from. I have simply aged, matured, and opened myself up to another facet of living. I can honestly say that I am very different from the person I was ten years ago, and have become content with the fact that the next ten years could easliy hold even more change. I've learned to embrace my place, physically, geographically, and emotionally. I'm figuring out how to age gracefully, an increasingly difficult transition for the modern man who has become reliant on advertised experience, rather than that which builds him up from within. I'm more of a fan of manhood now that I ever really was. I'm opening myself up to the things that forge and mill me rather than stamp and mass produce me. Sure, some of these things are considered politically incorrect by today's standards, but that's precisely why I will embrace them fiercely. This is why I saunter down the road less travelled. It took me this far. Why turn now?  |
| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 | |
| 3:10 pm | I didn't sleep one wink last night. I'm paying for it today... |
| Monday, October 26th, 2009 | |
| 8:24 pm | The Fall  |
| Sunday, October 25th, 2009 | |
| 12:42 pm | Harroween Mixing tequila, vodka, jello shots, some shooters in a syringe, trashcan punch and beer was not cool. The party, however, was. I may be paying dearly to the party gods at the moment, but the solid memories of last night will linger on. Word.    |
| Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 | |
| 7:07 pm | Chef BoyarVee...again... So it's Thursday night and I had a friend over for dinner. Tonight's fare was, once again, the ever popular scallops and shrimp. I chose rice with capers and bacon green beans for the assist. Tonight was a bit different though. I ditched the bacon wrapped stuff for a dish of great pan seared scallops. Take a look, yo.     Good food and good conversation. You just can't beat it. |
| Monday, October 19th, 2009 | |
| 1:22 am | Information Is Key DONKEY PUNCH Donkey punch is a slang term for an apocryphal and potentially lethal sexual practice supposedly performed during anal sex. The purported practice involves the penetrating partner punching the receiving partner in the back of the head or neck (what is known in boxing as a rabbit punch, after a technique to kill rabbits) allegedly causing the receiving partner's anal passage to tense up and increase the pleasure of the penetrating partner. When used, the donkey punch is almost exclusively executed during or just before the orgasm of the penetrating partner. Feed your mind. |
| Saturday, October 17th, 2009 | |
| 10:26 am | My Rod And An Arthropod The honeybee extraction went well. Hell, it was fuckin' textbook. I left the abode at daybreak and arrived at the ranch about twenty minutes later. It took me a little time to locate the fuckers since it was chilly out but once I found 'em, it was ON. Striking out, coffee in hand  Gearing up with the protection  Where O where could you little bitches be...  Ahhh...there you are, you fucks, you!  Hellooo  EXPOSED!  VIOLA! ADIEU!  An eighty pound bag of carcasses...and nature's perfect food.  Th, th, th, that's all folks! |
| Friday, October 16th, 2009 | |
| 3:48 pm | Experimental Extermination I have an early morning job to do on a LARGE colony infesting an old, run-down house. I'm going to be trying something new on this one. Thankfully, there'll be no one within a mile of said property because, quite frankly, this could be a clusterfuck! YAAY! I do like the creative ones. |
| Thursday, October 15th, 2009 | |
| 8:14 am | Home  |
| Sunday, October 11th, 2009 | |
| 5:54 pm | Cold Front #1...and the activities to be found So the Texas Treasure gambling ship was closed down in April. Yeah, didn't know that. Plan change went the way of a hunting lodge and good company. Humpal Ranch was the scene of the crime and I pulled in there sometime after eleven on Thursday night. At four-thirty Friday morning we got the coffee down and set out for the stalking of holiday fare. Wild hog is a problem in this area so it was not a problem for us to cull the herd and put together some good cuts of pork. A portion of this meat will be going to the Food Pantry to help feed some of the local poor. On Saturday night we took to the Boiling Pot, got ripped on buckets of beer, ate fine sea fare, whooped it up a bit, and then took in Zombieland...which was fucking great. It was extra joyful to know that my personality, fit to-a-"T", was Woody Harrelson's character. I did dig the shit out of him in this movie, so I suppose it made sense. Here are the usual random images taken throughout the course... Arrival...  The take   The weather when the front hit    Midnight soak over vast amounts of tequila  Lodge   Tenderloin  Steppin' out to Boiling Pot     THE best bugs I've had in some time!!! Super hot, super delish!  |
| Friday, October 9th, 2009 | |
| 7:17 pm | Werd Spent the day hunting wild boar and drinking good brew. Will be slipping into the hot tub later. Tomorrow we have mudbugs and beer. Can not complain. |