Baboon Pirates

Scribbles and Scrawls from an unrepentant swashbuckling primate.

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Friday, April 30, 2010

Half-Assed Friday Blogpost

Fresh Outta Wit & $h!t.

Sorry, kiddies. No Photoshop Phoolishness, no Tales From The Big City, no Amazing Adventures In Dieting, not even a dick or fart joke.

Some days, you just don't have the juice for a good post. Loks like this is one of 'em.

I'll do better tomorrow. Come back then!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Three Times The Fun

The Latest In A Long Line Of "Must Have!" Firearms!

I bet Og would love this one...

(Click pic to embiggenate!)

No, it's not a double gun. In fact, it's a triple.

One of those rare gems called a drilling, it's a side-by-side shotgun with a single rifle barrel centered underneath. The muzzle looks kinda like this:

This one's in the extra-manly Gauge of Ten, with the rifle chambered for the .45-70 cartridge. The damascus barrels make black powder loads de rigueur, but you can fit a shot-glass full of black powder in a 10 gauge hull. Sorta like DiDi Snavely sez, "If that don't kill it, it's immortal..."

Go pick it up at Collector's Firearms. It's a bargain at $3250.00!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I'm Not *That* Carnivorous...

This Has To Be A Sick Joke.

I'm not quite sure if there's a difference between scrapple and headcheese. Both are made up of bits of leftover pig innards swaddled in a thick goo of gelatin.

Not the nice fruit-flavored jiggly kind of gelatin, either. The cold, slimy, smells-like-boiled-pig-ass kind of gelatin. The smegma of charcuterie, if you will...

So... a black bean & textured vegetable protein patty or a slice of this stuff?

Bring on the rabbit food...

Monday, April 26, 2010

Go, Baboons, GO!!!

Don't Fire Until You See The Red Of Their Ass!

You know I couldn't let this pass without comment...
South Africans battle baboons in city streets

Cape Town, South Africa (CNN) -- As natural habitats disappear in South Africa, baboons and humans are increasingly coming into close contact, and conflict.

In South Africa's Cape Peninsula there has been a large-scale transformation of wild baboons' natural habitat into land for housing, industry and agriculture, according to the University of Cape Town Baboon Research Unit.

The result is that wild baboons are surrounded by humans, which the researchers say is causing human-baboon conflict to escalate.

Just about the only way this headline could've been better was if the baboons had overrun a mountain lair in Japan.

Then, we could've had the uber-epic headline "Ninjas battle baboons in city streets."

This might even be better than the Ft. Worth StartleGram's masterpiece of the evening edition: 'Poodle Slain By Archer'...

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Decline & Fall Of Baboonville

"I'm Melting!! What A World, What A World!!"

This blog has been chugging along for the better part of 5 and a half years now. In the first few months, Man, was I obsessed about my visitor stats...

I'd check them several times a day, just to see who dropped by, from where, and most of all, how many.

After the first couple of years, it became pretty obvious that I was never going to slide past Instapundit in the blog rankings, but I'd gained a pretty regular readership and met a lot of great people as a result, and eventually quit worrying about it.

Oh, I'd still look at the Sitemeter stats every so often, but mostly I relied on the weekly visitor report they emailed me.

So, just got the report for last week, and nearly shit myself... No, not an Instalanche, or even a Jimbolanche... More like the blog equivalent of a ghost town.

I'd been noticing a gradual dropoff, but this week's average was half of what it used to be a couple of years back. You learn to recognize the cyclic quirks. Every semester, you get a new crop of kids with a shiny new University account, and hits jump a bit. Every time Google tweaks their search algorithm, hits drop a bit...

I suppose I can blame part of the drop on Facebook. I know there's quite a few former bloggers that have succumbed to the charms of Farmville and the "Like" button. There's a number of bloggers who have hung up their spurs, and either quit completely or post erratically.

I'm not at the point where I'm ready to quit, but I'm not so self-absorbed that I don't realize that the frequency of my posting has gotten a bit erratic, and the relative quality of my posts have fallen off as well. I say "relative", 'cause there was never any lack of dick & fart jokes on Baboon Pirates. There also hasn't been any serious introspection or detailed stories of youthful shenanigans in a while, either.

Sigh. Change happens, whether we like it or not. Maybe Baboon Pirates was a way to keep me moving forward in a down cycle of my life, and now that I'm dropping pounds and gaining back my ability to go out and face the world, it'll become less of a necessity.

We shall see...

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Rubber Fists Of Fury

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I ran across this horrible piece of latex sculpture, and it reminded me that Velociman hasn't awarded a Fisty in a while...

This one should work admirably for those occasions you want to hold someone down and personally award them a Fisty in a deliberate and forthright manner. I wouldn't use lube, just a mix of Tabasco sauce and rubbing alcohol.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A 26 Year Love Affair

No Trades For These Shades!

You never forget your first really good pair of sunglasses...

After years of dicking around with drug store Foster Grants and those horrible folding Porsche sunglasses, my true love found me one dark night, just chilling on the pavement.

The year was 1985. I was driving back from my friend Zibig's house. Well, truth be told, I was wobbling back on my motor scooter, pissed to the gills on either Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers or some other cheap hooch we'd convinced some store clerk to sell us.

As I zipped down the road, relying on the gyroscopic action of the scooter wheels to keep me upright, I caught a flash of something reflecting my headlight. Circling back, I discovered a pair of sunglasses sitting on the pavement."Hmmmm..." sez I. "Bet someone's gonna be PO'ed when the sun comes up." Not being inclined to pass up a bargain, I scooped 'em up and took them home.

Turned out to be a brand-new pair of Vuarnet 4002's, aka the "CatEye" model. Not even a scratch on the lenses!

Man, I loved those shades. Nylon frames made them virtually unbreakable. They were mirrored, but in a subtle, blended fashion, not the shiny cop style. They fit my face better than any other pair of sunglasses I'd tried, and damn if they didn't look sharp! Of course, you couldn't beat the price.

For the next several years, you couldn't have pried those things off my face. Mostly because there was no effin' way I could have afforded to replace them if they got lost!

That pair of sunglasses finally died a tragic death in the early 90's. My sister & I went through a period of some years where things didn't go so well between us. How to decribe the relationship? "Contentious" is too mild a word, and "Loathing" might be a tad strong. At any rate, one day she finally got on my last nerve and lacking any throwing knives or lawn darts, I heaved the nearest object at hand towards her at a high rate of speed down my parent's hallway. My sister, being a harpy-in-training but no fool, slammed a door shut between us, and those 4002's exploded in a shower of lenses and earpieces.

I took a while to get another pair. When you're a college student on your own nickel, a pair of shades costing over a C-note just isn't prudent. I finally got another pair of 4002's in the mid-90's, and have had them ever since, owing largely to the fact that maturity on both our parts has decreased the amount of airborne eyewear between me & my sister.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Food Fun

Airing My Dirty Tablecloth & Napkins In Public!

Six months ago today, I posted a list of foods I hadn't eaten in the 5 preceding weeks. It was LOLA coming out of the closet, you might say.

It's Day 214 of Project LOLA, and let's see how Unca Cap has done so far...

If anyone's wondering how I've managed to remember how many servings of a particular food I've consumed over 214 days, let's just say than when you're used to stuffing your pie hole until you bloat, once that ends and you no longer eat "tasty" foods as a daily routine, you tend to really, really relish the few times that you do.

So, has El Capitan eaten any of these???

Cheeseburgers - Nope

Chilidogs - Nope

Pasta - Yeah, three 1-cup servings of bowtie pasta salad from the HEB deli since 10/20/09.

Chicken Fried Steak - Nope

Nachos - Nope

Pizza - Nope

Hamburger (ground beef) - about two tablespoons of taco meat on a salad last December.

Baked Potatoes - Nope

Chocolate - Two Hershey's kisses at Xmas, one Hershey's Lemon Creme white chocolate kiss (Nasty, like lemon-flavored lard!!) a week or so ago. One 1" x 2" square of dark chocolate at a friend's birthday party.

Patty Melts - Nope

Breakfast Burritos - Nope

Tater Tots - Nope (On that note, whoever blogged about making bacon-wrapped tater tots? May you endure a Promethean curse...)

Hash Browns - I've eaten at Cracker Barrel twice with my parents, and had a serving of their potato/cheese casserole. This might count as hash browns.

Pancakes - Nope

French Fries - Two french fries. Not two servings, just two fries. My nephew insisted.

Fried Chicken - Nope. This is getting harder to resist, especially with the KFC Double Down on the market.

Milkshakes - Nope

Beer - Yeah, 3-4 beers replaced dinner at a couple of poker nights. I've had one or two every other week or so.

Potato Chips/Fritos/Snackie Chips - Nope. I do eat pretzels often, but I measure them out in 200 calorie portions.

Wine - Nope

Ice Cream - Nope

Liquor - Probably one or two drinks a month.

Ranch & Blue Cheese Salad Dressing - Had blue cheese dressing on a salad at Easter.

Miracle Whip - Nope

Deep-Fried Anything - see "fries" above

Cookies/Cakes/Pies - Slice of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving. Pretty sure I had one at Xmas, too. Once, a bag of animal crackers, 'cause the vending machine was out of pretzels.

Cinnamon Rolls - Nope

Kolaches - Nope

Candy - See "chocolate" above. I didn't use to like chewing gum, but I've been sampling various sugar-free gums just to give my pie hole something to occupy itself with. The Wrigley "5" flavors are pretty good.

Sugary Sodas - Nope

Sonic Slushees - Nope

98% of available Fast Food** - between 8-10 Sonic grilled chicken tortilla wraps (400 calories, 14 fat grams each). However, none since February. Had sugar-free iced coffee from Mickey D's 2 or 3 times.

Donuts - Nope. No bagels, either, dammit...

Bread/rolls/buns - One and a half biscuits. One or two sandwiches while traveling back & forth to my sister's place. 4-5 wheat crackers schmeared with some chicken salad at a Poker Night last month. Does a Nutri-Grain bar count as bread? If so, a couple of those.

And that's where I stand.

As for the results? I have a number. I ain't gonna say it, but I did locate a reliable scale, and now I know exactly where I am, and how far I've gotta go. I will say that there's 10 inches off my waistline, and most of my shirts are starting to look really baggy.

I've even had three people in the last month stop & ask me if I've lost weight. That might be even more rewarding than fitting in smaller pants...

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Tree Rat Colada

We Hates The Sqwerlz, Precious! We Hates Them Forever!

Wow. Cutting holes in a pair of coconuts is an enormous pain in the ass.

OTOH, now I've got another really impressive pair of dangling nuts.

See, I saw this pic, and had to make my own squirrel treat dispensers. The idea is that the Varmint Cong gnaw the meat out of the coconut shell.

I hung them from a 4x4 balanced across the birdbath out in the front yard.

With any luck, when the treerats have their heads buried in the coconuts, the neighbor's cats will be able to sneak up on them!

I'll park myself out in the front yard tomorrow with a couple of cigars and a camera and see if I can't document the carnage...

Friday, April 16, 2010

Ain't That The Truth...

Leave The Lawyers Alone. Hang The Journalists!

Saw this over at Mostly Cajun's place, and thought it deserved a slightly wider audience.

I'm kinda surprised the cartoonist didn't go ahead and put "CNN" or "MSNBC" on the reporter's microphone...

UPDATE: I re-read this after a few hours, and just realized the inadvertent douchebaggery on my part... This is not to imply that I have a vastly greater audience than Mostly Cajun! My average weekly hits here at BP probably fit into what MC gets during afternoon drivetime on a Tuesday. No, what I meant to say was... The three or four of you who don't regularly tune in to MC can view this amusing cartoon at this backwater blog.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

It's Buy A Gun Day!

Actually, I "Jumped The Gun" Just A Little...

OK, it's Buy A Gun Day, and as promised, I'm unveiling the new addition to the Gun Room.

This was not originally intended as a Buy A Gun Day purchase. It was a reward gift for sticking with Project LOLA and not backsliding to any appreciable degree. All the $$ I would have spent on pizzas, fast food, prime rib, fried chicken, ice cream etc. instead got banked, and the result is this bundle of joy!

It's a Ruger Redhawk in .45 Long Colt. I dithered about going with .44 Magnum, but I've already got the reloading gear for .45LC, and you don't see 4" barreled Redhawks in .45 that often.

The grips are made by Hogue out of kingwood with the Ruger medallion inset on both sides. The holster is the Sourdough Pancake model made by Simply Rugged holsters in Prescott, AZ, and I chose the Celtic knot pattern. It came with extra belt straps for inside-the-pants carry and I also got a belt pouch that holds one reload in a matching pattern.

This is my "project" gun. In the near future, it's going to get shipped off for barrel porting, an action job, barrel crowning and cylinder bevel, and gold bead/white line express sights. I'm also of a mind to have it engraved, but I'm still looking for inspiration there.

So, without further ado, feast your eyes on my prize!
(Click pics to embiggify!)

Just For Erica!

They Suck Worse Than The Royals & The Mariners. But Not By Much.

Ah, the sounds of springtime. The crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, the overwhelming sewer-pipe slurp of the New York Yankees sucking...

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tomorrow Is Buy A Gun Day!!

Use Your Tax Refund For Something Fun!

April 15th is Buy A Gun Day!

Here's one off of my personal "Must Own Someday" list:

This is a Mauser 1896 chambered in .30 Mauser. It's a wartime model, so the usual machining marks are present, but it's in good condition. A deal at $1650 bux!

A bit spendy? Try this on for size...

It's a Savage 1907 in .32 ACP. Sure, it's past the century mark, but it'll still fling 10 rounds of .32 as fast as you can squeeze the trigger. Buy a bit of history for the low, low price of $360. In fact, don't! I may want to go get this one myself!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I'd Look Damn Good Wearing Anne Klein!

Oh Noes! Teh Ghey Is A-Comin!

Mayor Parker signed a humdinger of an Executive Order last month. It's an update of the old anti-harassment policy based on a person's sexual orientation. It's not an entirely unexpected move from the Mayor. After all, a big part of politics is paying back your base, or, as we say down South, dancin' with them what brung ya.

The City has had such a policy for years, minus the gender identity addition. It doesn't grant you any state or Federal protections, but if you were gay, and people gave you grief at work about it, you at least had an outlet within the City for relief.

This new policy? I dunno... I foresee some serious issues in implementation, and sooner or later some jagoff is going to test this in a newsworthy manner.

Let me post the relevant additions, and I'll let the Legal beagles speak their piece in the comments. I'm betting y'all will spot the same pitfalls that I did.
Prohibition of Discrimination Based On Sexual Orientation and/or Gender Identity

2.1 Purpose:
The purpose of this Executive Order is to prohibit discrimination or retaliation on the basis of sexual orientation and/or gender identity at every level of municipal government, including hiring, contracting and/or access to City facilities and programs/activities.


4.1 Sexual Orientation - The actual or perceived status of a person with respect to his or her sexuality

4.2 Gender Identity - An individual's innate identification as either male or female, although it may not correspond to the individual's body or gender as assigned at birth

4.3 Gender Expression - A person's expression of gender through appearance, dress, mannerisms, speech patterns and other social interactions


9.2 It shall be a violation of this Executive Order for an employee to fail or refuse to recommend any contract or purchase for award based upon any contractor's or vendor's sexual orientation and/or gender identity; or to fail to make available to any member of the public or employee use of a city facility or receipt of a city service, if that person otherwise would be entitled to such use or receipt, based upon that person's sexual orientation and/or gender identity; or to impede access by any employee or member of the public to a city restroom facility that is consistent with and appropriate to that person's expression of gender identity; or to limit, based upon an individual's sexual orientation and/or gender identity, participation by by any city employee or member of the public in any city-sponsored activity in which the individual would otherwise be permitted to participate.

9.3 Adherence to this Executive Order is mandatory. Violation of this Executive Order will subject a city employee to disciplinary action, up to and including indefinite suspension/termination.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Are You Sure We've Met??

Denim Shorts Are A National Treasure!

Just got a Facebook Friend request from another person I've never met.

Honestly, I don't have a clue who she is. We share no mutual friends.

OTOH, in spite of this lack of connection, I feel a strong inclination to "friend" her.

Among other things...

Sunday, April 11, 2010

My New Favorite Holiday

More Truth Than You Really Want To Hear!

This weekend was my nephew Sammy's 5th birthday party. I hope he had fun. His Uncle Cap sure did...

Sammy received not one, not two, but FIVE Nerf dart guns. Uncle Cap bought him a dart rifle, then I learned that he'd gotten another one from his parents. At the party, Sammy received a pair of dart pistols and an automatic dart flinger from his friends. By the time he opened #5, he had gone from overjoyed to "Gee, ANOTHER one??"

The auto-darter was a hoot. You stick 10 Nerf darts into an en-bloc clip, then pump up an air reservoir 20 or 30 times. You hold down the trigger, and it spits them out about as fast as a Thompson SMG. Seriously, this thing has a cyclic rate of at least 550 RPM.

Next Xmas, he's definitely getting the belt-fed Nerf machine gun! I may have to get one too. And the extra ammo belt. Maybe two or three...

My BIL sprang for a rental bounce-house, so the kids bounced in that for a few hours. Thankfully, no one blew chunks inside or landed on their noggin.

So, what made it my new favorite holiday? It sure as hell wasn't 4 hours of shrieking 5 year olds. I'm too big to go in the bounce house. Didn't have any birthday cake. The Nerf wars were fun, but frankly shooting real guns is more rewarding.

See, the deal is that 5 year olds are just a bit young for a mom to dump off her kid and be back in a few hours. So they stayed and lounged out in the back yard. And not to be too terribly crass, but Uncle Cap suddenly found himself smack-dab in MILF Central... It was a most rewarding and salacious experience.

Oh, here's a gift for kids that you might want to avoid. One more reason I don't much care for my BIL's older brother...

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Almost Forgot...

Seek Out Alternate Amusement!

Hey, I announced in an earlier post that Leslie the Omnibus Driver would be in town tonight. That had to be postponed, so if you show up at the Goode Co. BBQ on Kirby tonight, you'll get a damn good meal, but perhaps not the excellent company & scintillating conversation you were expecting...

I'm off to my nephew's 5th Bday party. See y'all in a bit!

Tools For Grooming

Better This Than A Weed-Whacker!

OK, you've been given your marching orders...

Your significant other has determined that "going south" should no longer require plowing through thick shrubbery in order to reach El Dorado.

OTOH, you're new to the concept of "Manscaping". How to proceed? What tools are available?

I'm here to help... It's possible to accomplish this task in a suitably manly fashion, and not receive the dreaded label of 'Metrosexual'.

First, acquire one of these:

Next, a good supply of styptic pencils and Bactine...

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Now That's Just Nasty...

Hate To See What Her House Looks Like!

I'm climbing into the truck yesterday after work, and noticed this sight in the car parked next to me:

It was a Honda Accord with Kentucky plates. The driver was one of a group of people attempting to canoe in the fetid sewer water otherwise known as Buffalo Bayou.

You'd think she could have at least tossed the banana peel down on the floorboards instead of on the seat. Something tells me she holds her friends in very low regard, or perhaps they know not to ride in her car. Even worse than the aged peel is the unidentified cumstain dripping down to the base of the seat...

Well, no doubt she'll catch dysentery, cholera and a raging dose of muskrat herpes if she tumps the canoe over. Then a festering banana peel will be the least of her worries.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Damn You, KFC!!!


You know, it figures that once I'm months into my perma-diet, KFC would release the long-rumored breadless sandwich...

Yep, you heard right. No bread, no bun, no tortilla wrap. Just two slabs of delicious Original Recipe fried chicken breast filets, filled with bacon, sauce, and two kinds of cheese. Head to a KFC on April 12, and it can be yours!

How many heads of cabbage would I have to gnaw through to offset this gut-bomb?

Too damn many...

Buy A Gun Day Is 8 Days Away!

Coincidentally, You Also Have 8 Days To Complete Your Tax Return...

Time For More Shooty Goodness!

Remember, April 15th is Buy A Gun Day! Take that refund and buy something lethal!

Today's Gotta Have:

Here's a pair of .44's... One's a bargain. The other? Not so much, but it shore is purty!

This is a Charter Arms Bulldog. It's a handy little 5 shot revolver, perfect for tucking in your bathrobe pocket when you investigate things that go bump in the night. The .44 Special hits with authority, but isn't a bruiser like the .44 Magnum. Just $380 simoleons!

Do yourself a favor... Don't tell the guy behind the counter that your next-door neighbor's black Labrador Retriever told you to buy the revolver...

Here's a blast from the past! It's a Smith & Wesson .44 Special Triple Lock. It's been around the block a few times, but the nickel finish is still spiffy, and it's got umpteen thousand rounds of life left in it! A bargain at $2300!!

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Project LOLA: Day 200

Losing Weight In The Lone Star State

Day 200 doesn't fit on a calendar as neatly as 180 or 240... Still, it's a nice round number.

Nothing too wild to report. Just another day in a long series of denial and sawdust cuisine. OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration. I'm eating quite well, if not in the quantities in which I was so long accustomed.

One thing about watching what you eat... You really start to appreciate the good meals you have. Oh, don't get me wrong. I was a foodie way back before they coined the word, even if I did take it to daily extremes.

Still, after you've been slicing up your day in 200 or 300 calorie chunks, the opportunity to sit down an ingest 900-1000 calories at a whack are truly a treat, especially if it's good food, well-prepared.

I got up last Saturday and had a big bowl of fruit and a handful of pretzels, then went to friend's birthday dinner party late that afternoon. Her husband's a whiz on the grill, and I slurped down a skewer of grilled veggies, another of lamb chunks, and one skewer of chicken marinated in yogurt & spices. There was a nice big plate of Greek salad, some roast 'tater chunks, olives, hummus, tsatziki sauce, dolmas and little wedges of spanakopita, a tasty treat made with spinach and phyllo dough.

I did skip dessert, which was chocolate mousse with real whipped cream and rasberries. Man, it looked good. I had a beer instead, which might not seem like a fair trade, but it was an Arrogant Bastard Oaked Ale, which was by far the tastiest beer I've had in a while. That, and a finger & a half of Aberlour scotch finished off the evening quite well.

Lunch on Easter Sunday was tasty as well. I went out with the parents (Sister and BIL bailed out on the visit...) and had a most tasty slab of grilled haddock and a mess of turnip greens cooked with bacon and doused with a vinegar/tabasco pepper mix.
Kinda wished I'd splurged on the strawberry shortcake, but it's probably better that I didn't.

Just to give y'all a heads-up... I'm probably going to start posting some longer essay-type postings here in the near future. I had debated starting up a new blog to cover some of the trials and tribulations of attempting to lose 2/3 of my body weight. I dunno, call it 'The Lard-Ass Chronicles', or something similar. There's some issues you can't really address in 75 words or less, and I'd just as soon throw 'em up here instead of paying a pshrink $200/hour to get it off my chest.

Anyway, don't say I didn't warn you. I don't want to see any TL:DR (Too Long: Didn't Read) snark in the comments...

Monday, April 05, 2010

Happy Birthday, Sammy!

Five Years? That Would Make Me Fortymumblemumble Years Old!!

Hard to believe it was 5 years ago today that my nephew Sammy climbed out of the turnip patch...

I need to go buy him a present. I wonder if he's strong enough to hold up a itty-bitty shotgun?

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Sleep? Who Needs Sleep?

They Ought To Have All-Night Bookstores!
(Regular Bookstores, Not The XXX Types!)

Well, it's early morning #2 at Casa del Capitan, and I'm still puttering around at 2:30 in the AM. Last night was Poker Night, which didn't go all that late, but got me too wound up to sleep.

Tonight was a birthday party for a friend of mine from college. She's turning 40, which seems to be a common occurrence for people I know. I didn't realize how much I missed the opportunity to hang out with friends for an evening. Poker Night's only once a month, and blogmeets roll around once or twice a year... I haven't made any major effort at expanding my social circle here in Houston. I suppose I ought to start turning that around. I've only been here since 2003...

One of the guests at the party tonight was the bass player for Houston punk/nuevo wavo band The Judy's. That probably doesn't mean squat to the majority of you but the Judy's were HUGE when I was growing up in Houston back in the 80's. Finding out an original member was the cousin of my friend's husband was a huge kick! Heh... 30 years later, and I can still remember the words to "All The Pretty Girls" and "Guyana Punch"!

Easter lunch tomorrow with the parents. I thought my sister's family was going to be here, but it looks like they stayed home. Ah, well. I'll see them next weekend for Sammy's 5th birthday party.

Hey, don't forget that Leslie the Omnibus Driver is sliding into Texas this coming weekend. The latest news is that a meet is on for Saturday night at the Goode Co. BBQ on Kirby. Talk to Nancy France for the details!

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Snack Food Of The Damned

Alas, This Is *NOT* An April Fool's Day Joke...

You just thought you'd found a cheap place for deep-fried food-on-a-stick!

What you really stumbled into was the Elder Gods Bar & Grill!

"Iä! Iä! Octopoid Tempura Fhtagn!"

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn...

Found at BoingBoing