In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
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Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
So, Yesterday...
The weather turned to crap. The high cold winds prevented us accomplishing our task, so I shut the job down, which was probably good. Within a few hours, it started raining and did so until after dark.
The temperature was in the lower forties, so the usual tourists were hunkered down in Galveston. I went to the furthest point East possible, and still called Galveston. Desolate is the best word for the area at the time.
Here are some photos:
The temperature was in the lower forties, so the usual tourists were hunkered down in Galveston. I went to the furthest point East possible, and still called Galveston. Desolate is the best word for the area at the time.
Here are some photos:
This is looking South, down the West Jetty
I really meant it was desolate. This is looking down the Seawall to the West.
This seagull was standing about four feet away; looked cold and didn't have any intention of flying.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Fog and Anticipation
I fell asleep hours ago, laying on the end of the bed. The clouds were thick, the air was heavy and the forecast was for rain.
I awoke to the sound of conversation. As I sat and listened, no words were discernible, but the accent was unmistakable, and the conversation was busy.
I stepped outside to have a look. It's now well past dark, the fog is so thick, the adjacent building are barely visible and two hotel staff are at the stairs leading to the upstairs balcony; too loud, speaking of nothing and tugging at their cigarettes as they disturb the evening.
The temperature has fallen and the air is full of anticipation. The tug between Winter and Spring is in progress. Radar shows the front sagging toward the coast; bringing rain and thunderstorms.
I won't sleep well the rest of the night. Too much is going on and the spell of restful sleep is broken. I'll sleep with one eye open and the other on the door. Eventually the rain will start and chase away the detractors.
I awoke to the sound of conversation. As I sat and listened, no words were discernible, but the accent was unmistakable, and the conversation was busy.
I stepped outside to have a look. It's now well past dark, the fog is so thick, the adjacent building are barely visible and two hotel staff are at the stairs leading to the upstairs balcony; too loud, speaking of nothing and tugging at their cigarettes as they disturb the evening.
The temperature has fallen and the air is full of anticipation. The tug between Winter and Spring is in progress. Radar shows the front sagging toward the coast; bringing rain and thunderstorms.
I won't sleep well the rest of the night. Too much is going on and the spell of restful sleep is broken. I'll sleep with one eye open and the other on the door. Eventually the rain will start and chase away the detractors.
I'm Not Feeling Very Polite
There's a big stink in Arizona about refusing services due to religious beliefs. They're acting like it's some big thing. Personally, if I don't like the shoes you're wearing should be reason enough to refuse anything.
So, screw the politically correct ass-wipes that believe everyone should accept everyone else. That's not how the real world operates.
And as far as the NFL, keep your Superbowl, stick it up your ass and play it to the wimps that believe football is more important than liberty. May you go broke and have to pawn your trophies for crack.
So, screw the politically correct ass-wipes that believe everyone should accept everyone else. That's not how the real world operates.
And as far as the NFL, keep your Superbowl, stick it up your ass and play it to the wimps that believe football is more important than liberty. May you go broke and have to pawn your trophies for crack.
Horse Thieves
They used to hang horse thieves. Justice was quick, and horse thieves didn't repeat their crime.
I feel that's what we should do with car thieves and hackers....and probably crooked politicians. The damage they cause is life changing, destructive and can ruin lives.
I feel that's what we should do with car thieves and hackers....and probably crooked politicians. The damage they cause is life changing, destructive and can ruin lives.
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