Monday Photo Phunnies

'Cause Almost Everything's Amusing This Early In The A.M.

Birds Of A Feather?

I'd Twitter This, But My Tweeter's Broken...

Mmmm... Burger!

OK, This IS Ridiculous...

Forgot to go eat lunch today. I think I'll have one of these for dinner!


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Yankee, Go Home!

Gotdam Carpetbaggers...

Man, it's like 1982 all over again...

There's a flood of cars with out-of-state plates roaming around Houston recently. With most of the Rust Belt & the Northeast's economy in shambles, the pore & starvin' head south looking for work, just like in the Reagan era. Fortunately, there's a big desert that's filtering out most of the Californians heading this way. Most of them stop in Phoenix or Denver, and the few that get through usually stop in Austin, where they immediately contribute to the 'Keep Austin Weird' campaign.

Unlike the Yankee exodus of the early 80's, though, there is no Housing or Oil Boom going on in Houston. We're not doing too badly, but there's not a lot of surplus cash hanging around. The threat of Cap & Trade has the petrochemical industry pulling in their tentacles and weighing their options, and The One's national health care plan has the insurance and medical industry worried.

You can still get manual labor done fairly cheaply, which doesn't bode well for any unskilled workers heading south. All over town there's a surplus of illegal aliens undocumented workers waiting on streetcorners for a shot at roofing houses or mowing lawns for sub-minimum wages.

You can still get a job in food service. Most of the teenagers that used to take the entry-level fast food jobs now mostly hang out in malls, listening to iPods and trading STD's. Unlike the construction and landscaping jobs, the fast-food corporations still check for green cards and SSN's before they let you put on the smock and paper hat and slop out the grub.

I think we need to work out a trade. For every Yankee that crosses the Red River and stays more than a week, we get to ship an unemployed Katrina evacuee up to Jersey City or Detroit.

Weiner Dog Envy

I Like The Long, Skinny Fuzzy Ones!

I got to spend some time Saturday with a long hairy weiner! I stroked and fondled it! It climbed up my leg!

OK, it was a long-haired dachshund, if you want to be precise about it. It belonged to one of the Cisco Kid's neighbors, who brought it along to the BBQ/poker party.

I've always wanted to own a dachshund or two. Maybe three. This guy has a fine example of the smooth-haired weenie dog, but I'm inclined towards the long-haired variety.

Dogs are a lot more work than cats, though, and I'm definitely the lazy type. I don't know how much of a dog-walker I'd be, and I hate the thought of a backyard full of doggybutt landmines.

It's a moot point as long as the cats are around. They're too old to have to put up with weenie dog pups gnawing at their tails and chasing them through the house. The cats couldn't even escape under the beds or couches! Weenie dogs are engineered to dive right under there after them!

Oh, well, maybe in a few years...

Lazy Sunday

You'll Do Nothing And Like It!!!

This is about the time on Sunday evening when I get really annoyed with myself that I didn't get up and do something.

Then I reflect on the fact that it's 100+ degrees outside, and it's not like I do my own yardwork anyway...

So a lazy day spent either reading, webcrawling, napping or annoying my cats.

Last night was fun, capping off a day spent at the Cisco Kid's place eating BBQ, playing poker & Xbox, and consuming many frozen margaritas. I managed to break even on the poker, usually I drop several dollars.

Cisco Kid's neighbors came by with food & booze, and, as they say, a good time was had by all! Wish I had neighbors like that...

The sun's on its way down now. When it dips below my neighbor's rooftop, I'll sneak out and go find a taco or two!

Hope y'all had a happy 4th of July!

Unexpected Visitor

Friday Morning Follies

So, I'm sitting here on the computer futzing around, when a tabby cat meows at me from the hallway.

I don't own a tabby cat...

Tabby cat stands there staring at me when I ask "Who are you, and why are you in my house??"

Tabby cat then saunters down the hallway, squeezes through a almost-shut door into the back bedroom, and disappears. I have no clue where it went.


Note to self: Check the seal on the plastic sheeting that's on the gigantic hole on the back of the house...

Note to readers: Gigantic hole on the back of the house is a temporary arrangement to get a new (and somewhat oversized) claw-foot bathtub from the outside of the house to the inside of the house.

Note to Tabby cat: Keep Out!!