Sunday, September 30, 2012

"Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your guns at home, Bill."

 Political nonsense, so run away if that's not your bag. Also, I am not entertaining debate on this subject. I just don't want to, I don't feel I owe an explanation why, and that's that. Deal with it.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Do androind dogs dream of electric squirrels?

Another entry of nothing much interesting. The dog is destroying a rawhide bone and I'm watching old "Doctor Who" episodes on It occurs to me that if time travel was actually possible, there wouldn't be any missing episodes. There is, of course, one school that says time travel is possible through different ways that I am no where near qualified to even begin to explain, but I highly recommend Kip Thorne's Black Holes and Time Warps: Einstein's Outrageous Legacy as a easily understood if nevertheless demanding explanation of how all it works out. Regardless, none of 'em really allow one to travel to a point the past, for example, Great Britain in the 1960s. I feel I should point that out.

 For what it's worth, I've watched the first episodes of "The Dalek's Master Plan", "The Ribos Operation" and, as we speak, "The Marca Terror". I must admit, I prefer the old Who to the new stuff. Don't get me wrong, the new stuff is quality stuff and I enjoy it for the most part. However, it lacks the gonzo weirdness of the older stuff and takes itself way too seriously sometimes. Plus, darn it, I just do not care for all the relationship/family stuff. Just give me rubbery monsters, gibberish science and lots of quarries. My TARDIS, get off its lawn.

 Anyhow. I have some writing ideas I'm going to jot down while they're fresh. As I said elsewhere, I don't mind if someone takes these ideas and makes a groovy piece of media out of it. All I ask is you tell me where to find it and don't try to sue me if I ever get around to actually doing something with these ideas, if indeed they're worth doing something with.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Blame The Vain

Once again, nothing too interesting to say. I should feel ashamed at putting this drivel out into the ether, but honestly, I don't give a shit. No one has to read it.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Saturday night's all right for fighting.

 A quick one because it's Saturday night, and my Saturday nights suck. At work by two, get out as quick as possible (which means at least 8 p.m. and sometimes 10 p.m.), take the dog for a walk, grab a shower, swallow something edible, and then hit the sack 'cause I got to be up by 5 a.m. The dog is not happy about the short night, but he'll have to deal.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

You get what you pay for, I suppose.

 Another night, back at the keyboard. And another night with nothing particularly interesting or germane to write. I have a couple ideas I'll sketch below, but if I were just stumbling across the internet, I'd move on. You've been warned.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A quick one before bed.

A quick one because it's late and I've got an early morning start to what's going to be a long day at work. The Saints' season opener at home. Feh.

 In any event, there's nothing to ponderous on my mind this evening. The dog seems to be coming along quite nicely, in the process causing me to become totally smitten with the little booger. I'm still not sure we're totally comfortable with each other, though he seems to be pretty attached to me. He waits by the shower until I'm finished, jumps into bed with me, and sleeps by the door while I'm gone. It's weirding me out somewhat, that sort of total devotion. I am not used to it at all, but it's pretty neat. Unsettling but neat, and I imagine that goes a long way in explain just what's wrong with me.

 Seems I might have a week or perhaps even two of solitude coming up. Not going into details, of course, but I think it will be beneficial all around. It'll give those that need it a little room to think and it'll give me time to get closer to the dog. Plus, I do miss being alone from time to time. The last time there was solitude was nice, and when it ended it was, well, nicer. This is all very new to me, so you'll have to forgive me if I stumble through it.

 And that's all I've got. Sorry.

Friday, September 7, 2012

A boy and his dog

  I don't have anything particularly interesting thoughts buzzing around my head, so this isn't going to be particularly interesting. That's just how it is.

 A lazy, muggy Friday morning is on us as the NFL season opens this weekend, and work is probably going to suck. Of course, work always sucks, but that's neither here nor there. Otis and I got up around 8:30 a.m. and had us a nice walk. As I wasn't particularly hungry, he and I had a very pleasant nap, one he's still engaging in.

 He did very well on his own last night. He was pretty wound up and happy to see me, running to grab his rope so we could play. I left him in the kitchen, and he didn't tear anything up. I'll do that for a couple more days to let him get used to occasionally being alone, and then I'll let him have the rest of the place. I'll try to get him out to the vet next week for a check up.

 Other thoughts:

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Nothing Special

 I really have nothing to write about. I just want to write something, anything, once in what I consider a day, even if it's gibberish like this. Granted, most of what I'm writing these days is gibberish.

 I've actually told a couple people I'm writing again, and all think it's a good idea. I don't know why people think I should be doing this, particularly people who're more or less completely unfamiliar with my pitiful past efforts and what I laughingly called my "career", but that's how people are, I suppose. I don't know, maybe I come off like a "writer" should, I don't know.

 Regardless, it's been a good day. The dog is settling in nicely, even if he was a handful at the girlfriend's place. He's jittery there because of all the previous dog smell, and he'd tear her cats up if he got the chance. He's not used to cats and he is a terrier, which means he's been bred to tear up animals smaller than him, but it's something we'll work on for a while. I think he'll eventually come along, if for no other reason than he doesn't really care for being put in the pet crate.

 The little guy is plumb tuckered out right now and has been asleep all evening. He got to do a lot of playing, both with me and other dogs, and I think he's happy. The girlfriend and I are coming up on a year, and that's a weird stroke in its own right. For reasons of my own, I'll never get too deep in my personal relationships, apart from general stories. Still, she and I are a good thing despite all the strikes against it, most of which come simply because I don't do close. Ah, well.

 The Democratic National Convention is going on, but I'm not watching. I usually watch some of the conventions of both parties, but I missed the RNC because of Isaac, and after a week of not reading political blogs or paying attention to the monkey cage, I just don't feel like getting into it right now. Plus, frankly, I'm in a remarkably good mood overall, and I do not wish to ruin it.

 However, I hear they're rocking Charlotte while the RNC turned out to be somewhat of an embarrassment. I haven't watched the Clint Eastwood thing and I'm not going to, but I can't quite suss out what anyone involved was thinking with that (I'm told) spectacle. I'm not sanguine on the upcoming election. While there is much to be disappointed with Obama's first term, I think he's done well considering the mess he's left and considering he's working with what I consider an almost irrevocably broken and corrupted political system. Anyone who's really, personally disappointed that someone who ran as a centrist Democrat and was a centrist Democratic legislator is governing as a centrist Democrat has no one to blame but the soul in the mirror.

 That being said, even if Romney wasn't a distasteful individual - I'm not fond of privileged assholes who use their privilege to be huge, obnoxious assholes and expect you to like it - I've come to the conclusion that the Modern Conservative Movement is run by people who simply don't like other people and only care about making a fast dollar off someone else's back. I'm happy to vote against Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan come November.

 As I said, though, I do worry about what we'll see that first Wednesday morning after the first Monday in November. We are a country that thought Ronald Regan was a good idea, after all. Who knows, perhaps the Cosmic Record will skip on Dec. 22, 2012, and we'll find ourselves in another state of reality, and all this will seem petty and childish.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Time Warp #2 - Back To Normal, Things Always Change

For what it's worth, as I write this, Monday, Sept. 3, I am still without internet access. I called the cable people and they said they had no idea when my area would be getting access again. Honestly, apart from the fact that it's easier to look stuff up on my computer than on my phone when I really want to know something - and posting this gibberish, of course - I'm not sure I miss it all that much. Same for the cable. Oh, sure, it's nice having a little background noise without having to think to hard, but I suppose I could always turn on NPR. I do sort of miss the connection to the big political show, but I must admit the increased focus on local news has been illuminating.


This is a dog that appreciates his naps, and I'm a man that appreciates that.

 I have a dog. Best the cognoscenti can tell, he's around two years old and seems to be a wire-haired terrier. He's a lovable little dude, big into cuddling. He's a very tactile dog, I've noticed that. He seems to like sleeping on my foot, for example. He's very laid back and seems to be seriously into napping.

 He's a friendly, personable dog, but at the same time, he's very independent and stand-offish. I'm of the opinion he's a gutter-punk kid's dog. He's got that sort easy-but-guarded bonhomie that let's those kids move through that world. They take life as they come and do the very least they have to. I'm saying that because I also don't think he's had a whole lot of one-to-one love and affection, though I don't think he's ever been abused.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Time Warp # 1 - The Day After

Outside the Algiers Point Grocery. Landed right on that poor bastard's truck.
A blast from the past. Somewhat. As I write this, it is 11:31 a.m. on Saturday, September 1, 2012 in this foul year of our Lord. As I will detail below, whenever this is posted, it won't be whenever I get tired of writing as usual.

 Anyhow. Hurricane Isaac has blown through and, last I heard he's on up into Arkansas making them folks wet and miserable. All in all, it was not as bad as it could've been but worse than most of us expected. It never got higher than Cateogry 1, but even so it was a nasty booger before all was said and done. It had the distressing tendency to sit and stay in one spot, and managed to do so twice. Both times resulted in little areas around New Orleans getting the ever-loving shit kicked out of them.

And we're back

 Up yours, Isaac. Power's been on a couple days, the internet and cable came back this morning, my yard's more or less picked up, and I got a text from the ferry folks saying it would unfortunately not be running today. I'm taking that last one as a good sign. I've been remarkably positive about all this, I'm sort of proud of myself. That being said, all the positivity didn't make the power come on any sooner, but it did make the heat more bearable.

 I wrote a little bit during the downtime, once I got power. It's been pretty hectic over the weekend, but I got some things down. They'll be posted throughout the day. Nothing heavy, just the general nonsense.

 As will be shown later, I got me a dog. Here he is. I haven't learned his name yet, but he seems fairly content with being here. He's a good dog and smart, so hopefully this'll work out. If not, it'll be nice to help the little guy out a bit. More on that later, though.

 An ex-coworker died over the weekend. I didn't really know him well, because I don't really make the effort and/or take the risk to get to know people well, but he was a good dude. He bounced at a Quarter bar, and went in Sunday afternoon for his shift. He went upstairs to the un-air conditioned second floor for a nap, and they found him a couple hours later. He died from heat stroke. The folks at Coyote Ugly in the Quarter are going to have a to-do in honor of him Sunday, Sept. 9. Drop in and have a drink to a good dude. Take it easy, Nick. I'll see you when I see you.

 I'll be posting links for donations and whatnot for Isaac relief as I find them. For now:

Red Cross for donations,
Unemployment Aid,
List of helpful websites, phone numbers, school info and general whatnot.