Wed Nov, 14 2007
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Go watch him play "Texas Flood" in this 1984 clip from Australian TV.
My god.
You have to watch the whole thing.
That guy was almost unbelievable.
Guitar Porn
Sorting through images: here's my quiver from the most recent gig at The Haunt --
"Tiny Penises"
Oh, look; they're writers.
{sigh}
A Crash Of Titans
MSNBC just now reported that Delta Airlines and United Airlines are "discussing a merger". The new airline would retain the United name and corporate headquarters in Chicago.
"Lead balloon" is what instantly comes to my mind, but its an old aviation maxim that with enough power, you can even get a brick to fly.
We'll damned see.
This Silly Cat
For the past two weeks or so, Priss has been spending nights in the house.
There was a point about three weeks ago when I didn't see her for five days. I had been on the point of cruising up and down the road looking for a body. You know: as if she were mine. Then, it occurred to me that before we'd gotten friendly, there were times when I didn't see her for weeks on end, so there was nothing unusual about it. One day, I was driving up the road and I saw her at the edge of a neighbor's yard. I stopped and jumped out of the car. She was on the other side of a creek, looking at it and me as if to say, "Well, if I could get across, I'd come say 'hi'." She ambled off into the woods, and I didn't see her again that day, but she turned up the next day.
So, the way it plays now is that if she's around when I open the back door and call for her, then she's usually in sight almost instantly: creeping out from under the garage door or under my car, and headed for me. Several times, I've spotted her out by the road embankment, still-hunting. From seventy-five yards away, I've called her, and it's taken the same course every time: she sits, looks at me, looks at the brush, looks at me, and then she takes off running in a directly straight line right at me in a full-tilt gallop every step of the way. That's hilarious.
She acts like a queen in the house, although things like doors and stairs seem to utterly baffle her, which is really funny to watch. Her territory in the house is well-established now. She has a favorite stuffed chair where she lounges like only a cat can. She loves it when I pet her. She's a "header": she really likes it when I stroke her head, or grab a gentle handful of neck muscles and roll 'em around in my fingertips. She would let me do that for hours, I think, if I wanted to.
She's gotten used to the TV, but she still stares, with her head cocked sideways and completely still, whenever I run the microwave oven.
The other day, I opened the back door to find her eating a mouse out in the yard. I went over to greet her. She stopped briefly when I reached down to pet her head, looking up at me with a happy wink, and then went back to work, just chewing the shit out of that dead mouse. Ten minutes later, she came up on the porch, and into the house for a bowl of dry cat food, and looking very contented.
She hangs in at night -- when she's here -- and then blasts off on her rounds outside in the morning. I have no idea where she goes, and would be very curious to know her range. She skips nights sometimes, and I won't see her for a day or two, but it's always delightful to open the back door and find her there. She always comes back, so far.
She's a really funny little thing, and it's great to have her around.
The National Security Demands It
"Obviously, we need a super-intelligence agency.My comment here.
The ways things are going, that would entail a two-acre cage full of chimpanzees, an abacus with a 440VAC power-supply, and a six hundred billion dollar annual budget.
Let’s get to work. Everybody write your congressassmen."
I've said it before: I wouldn't hire these morons to walk to the end of the driveway to check my mailbox.
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