Archive for June, 2012

Memesquish

June 6, 2012 - 9:51 pm 7 Comments

(Actually we did, it’s just not worth posting about.)

What She Said

June 5, 2012 - 8:26 pm 8 Comments

So tired. My sinuses objected most strenuously to the steep changes in altitude during allergy season, plus starting the new regime as soon as I started to feel better have wiped me out.

So instead go read Farmgirl on the subject of open vs. concealed carry, or rather opinionating on the matter. She said pretty much what I would have.

Random Thoughts/Quotes from the Road

June 4, 2012 - 4:27 pm 10 Comments

*Crossing the Texas/NM border, and thus time zone, at 88 mph: Stand back; you’re gonna see some serious shit.

*It’s funny the way the cops just vanish once you’re clear of Texas and are not on an Indian Reservation. I mean, 300 miles and not a single roller. This may have affected our travel time just a skosh.

*”No, the angsty Oasis song!” “…You wanna vague that up a bit?”

*”Cowboy Up Energy Drink Non-Alcoholic Apple Brew” - smells like week-old Budweiser. Tastes about the same. Somehow is non-alcoholic but contains the words “fermented,” and “malted barley.” If you have one of these in the car and get pulled over, expect the DUI test whether you’ve been drinking or not.

*I may still be in time to be first to post the Tackiest Kitsch Ever on the internet, if I can finish un-assing from the trip and getting my phone’s shit together before Jennifer can.

*Slow motorists (I suspect you probably know who you are. If not, I’ll be happy to drive behind you for a while and critique.): After you overtake something in the slow lane, be it road barrels, a semi, that obvious pothead who is driving through the great state of oblivion, or whatever, you do not need to leave a full mile before you return to the fucking slow lane. If you do insist on taking distances normally measured in terms of the speed of light before doing so, QUIT ACTING SO GODDAMN SURPRISED WHEN THE 9000 PEOPLE BEHIND YOU TRY TO GO INSIDE AND JUST HOLD YOUR FUCKING LANE.

*”Wild Weasel to Mother Hen. Be advised, home safe.” “MH received. Brooding will now STAND DOWN.”

*Any and all threats and/or vows of revenge from our hosts should be routed to the standard target. Y’know. ‘Cause it’s SOP and all.

*Texas needs research. Either the road signs indicating distance are deliberately wrong, or the History Monks are using it instead of the oceans as a time dump. There is no damn reason for it to take the same amount of time for the distance signs to tick off 3 miles to target as to tick off 20.

That is all.

Overheard at Breakfast

June 2, 2012 - 8:15 am 4 Comments

And, as usual, presented without context:
“It’s like crawfish bukakke. And, y’know, ‘Crawfish Bukakke’ would be a pretty good name for a band.”
{laughter subsides}
“You’re determined to ruin everything I enjoy, aren’t you?”
“….you enjoy crawfish bukakke?”
{longer period for laughter to subside}
“I’m visualizing the little eggs squirting. You got roe’d!”

(And if you insist on putting names to everything…. here ;)