It's Wiscpunk You Idiot

watchtower

2010-08-13T06:24:00.001-05:00

"There must be some way out of here," said the Josh to the wiscpunk,
"There's too much confusion, I'll get this snag drunk.
Other men, they hear me whine, women dig my girth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the Josh, he kindly said,
"There are many here among us, who give a B- to her head.
But you and I, we've read through this, and this is not our tale,
So let us not talk falsely now, for her boyfriend's in jail."

All along the watchtower, warden kept the view
While the other men came and went, longhaired bassists, too.

Inside in the darkness, josh used a towel,
One boyfriend was approaching, this bitch be foul

chart

2010-04-27T11:51:00.002-05:00

hummmmm

2010-02-18T04:26:00.004-06:00

Bev's Jook Joint

and Beards

Klingon Eminem

2009-10-16T15:29:00.002-05:00

Tree

2009-10-01T13:45:00.002-05:00

Drinks

2009-09-11T14:36:00.001-05:00

Wisconsin State Fair Eats

2009-08-11T07:35:00.002-05:00

goatlord at brewfest

2009-08-11T07:04:00.002-05:00

Beard master

2009-07-29T06:57:00.001-05:00

east meets west

2009-06-29T11:26:00.001-05:00

Revised:

Jurassic Gem

2009-06-08T20:43:00.001-05:00

Huggies found this Jurrasic Gem on the Internets
and its such a great deal

Love and Drag Queens

2009-06-01T19:47:00.001-05:00

Couldn't pass this one up:
From Mind Melting Demo Disastersblog

Wiscpunk West Meetup (Amebix)

2009-05-28T17:06:00.002-05:00

Rip On Line Toot

2009-05-14T20:29:00.002-05:00

Ice Pics

2009-05-12T08:40:00.002-05:00

Remixed ice storm photographs taken by b.barrows

Melmacian

2009-05-07T14:41:00.003-05:00

Cave

2009-05-01T16:14:00.001-05:00

Rent this for us to have shows in

Burger Review - Five Guys

2009-05-01T13:42:00.001-05:00

Burger Review: Five Guys

It was good. Five Guys is like a burger and fries extravaganza. It is designed for the consumption of mass quantities of awesomeness. When I entered the establishment I was confronted by stacks of potato bags, buckets of ketchup, and gallons upon gallons of fryer oil. Nothing could possibly persuade me to eat more burgers than this amazing sight.

The burger itself was great. It wasn't too huge or crazy or anything out of the ordinary, other than it was really good. Actually, it tasted the way I want all my burgers to taste... as if I made it myself. It was served in a tin foil wrapper and looked all smashed together but I won't be the first to tell you that looks aren't everything. Especially when it comes to the AMERICAN classic cheeseburger. Plus they let you pick all the extra toppings you want without jacking up the price any more than it already is.

My favorite aspect of this burger adventure wasn't the burger though. It was the fries. These are the kind of fries I dream about every night. Thick, skin on, crispy, home cut fries. WINNER FRIES!
I love America.

$$$$$

2009-04-24T05:46:00.000-05:00

via Dylan

More Awesome Dog

2009-04-17T17:04:00.001-05:00

posted by Mello Fello

tea baggin

2009-04-16T07:39:00.003-05:00

Obama-san

2009-04-01T21:38:00.002-05:00

Burger Review 3: Arby's New Roastburger™

2009-03-24T07:57:00.000-05:00

Burger Review 3: Arby's New Roastburger™

Due the King's recent mishap with the BK Burgershot™, I decided to think outside the burger box and try something different. What kind of burger could be more different than a burger by not really being a burger at all you ask? Try the Arby's New Roastburger™.

Arby's New Roastburger™ is not a burger at all. It is a roast beef sandwich with a bunch of extra stuff that you usually put on a hamburger. I couldn't see how this could possibly be a burger at all because it doesn't have any ground beef at all, its roast beef which is an entirely different thing. Upon eating the "burger" my hypothesis was proven correct. Arby's New Roastburger™ doesn't taste at all like a burger, but rather like a roast beef sandwich pretending to be a burger. I almost couldn't even finish eating it.

The point I want to make clear is that a hamburger is a hamburger. It has a certain taste, no matter where it is made, because the "meat" had been treated a certain way. Roast beef on the other hand has an entirely different production process and so has a completely different taste. Although they supposedly both coming from beef cattle, they can't really taste the same or, at least, shouldn't try to.

To simplify:
Lettuce, onion, pickle, ketchup, and mustard on a ROAST BEEF sandwich does not a BURGER make.

Doggie Doctor (Not Doogie)

2009-03-24T07:33:00.004-05:00

PUNK DOG

2009-03-19T17:29:00.002-05:00

Burger Review 2: BK Burger Shot

2009-03-17T12:23:00.001-05:00

After a recent controversial win with the Angry Whopper, the King has come out with its newest attempt at subjugating all burgerdom. The BK Burger Shot, as advertised, is a small hamburger.

I know what you're saying: "You mean like White Castle?"
The answer would be that yes, it is seemingly exactly like the world famous White Castle Slider, except for the fact the the BK Burger Shot is stupid. The first large difference is that the BK Burger Shot(s) that I ordered were not lovingly crafted on a steam grill with onions. My BK Burger Shots looked like they were made in a printer, the buns too, and then not separated on the perforated lines. I was served a sheet of bun, a sheet of roundish meat product, some stratregically placed pickles, mustard/ketchup spots, and another sheet of bun. I'm serious when I say that the esteemed burger engineers failed to follow the directions and assembled this product incorrectly, as if it were written at IKEA.

I'm willing to give the King the benefit of the doubt, but after this clear miss, The BK Burger Shot will definitely not make it very far. It tasted horrible and looked even worse. As a burger enthusiast, I do not like to separate my tiny hamburgers from each other before I can eat them. Maybe the BK in the BK Burger Shot stands for BUNCHA KRAP!!!

Advice: If you want small burgers, go to White Castle, not BK!

Fixed!

2009-03-15T18:31:00.000-05:00

HOuse Of Rock

2009-03-13T07:44:00.002-05:00

HOUSE OF ROCK - BEST WEBSITE!!!!!!!! especially the bloody mary with scrolling text.

where the recent Wiscpunk West meet-up took place.

siren.gif

2009-03-12T08:32:00.002-05:00

flagstallica

2009-03-11T13:51:00.004-05:00

Wiscpunk West had a meetup for the Flags Will Cover Their Coffins Metallica crossover last week. Half of them are pictured here:

The after pics are even better:

Rufus B-Day!!!!!!!!

2009-02-25T19:57:00.005-06:00

daveB - new poster award

2009-02-12T06:50:00.002-06:00

Bird Marley

2009-02-12T06:44:00.002-06:00

1 box 1 load

2009-02-10T13:27:00.002-06:00

Dog, Rubber Chicken, Golden Gate Bridge, Bill and Ted

2009-02-10T12:00:00.003-06:00

Awesomeoff FTW

2009-02-03T17:04:00.002-06:00

Lost Lyrics

2009-01-30T18:35:00.003-06:00

Meatscapes found this while on tour with a Milwaukee band in Europe:

PRICELESS!!!!!!!

Running Roslin (Crazy)

2009-01-24T07:33:00.002-06:00

Burger Review

2009-01-20T14:55:00.000-06:00

Here is my Review:

First, its important to note that I couldn't make a solid review after eating just one Angry Whopper. To get a real feel for it, I had to have two within 3 days. The day in between was to let me pallette relax so that I could approach the Angry Whopper again with an open mind. I then waited another day before writing a review so that I could clear my thoughts and write without bias.

After thorough consideration it is my opinion that the Angry Whopper definitely lives up to its name. It was definitely Angry! In addition, that horrible mistreatment of the onion has resulted in a true masterpiece, the ANGRY ONION!

Some might say that the ANGRY ONION gets lost in the mix of jalapeno, peppar jack cheese, bacon, burger, and Angry Sauce, but that probably has to do with not being prepared for a such a sophisticated approach to burger construction. The multi-layered formula creates a perfect mix of Angriness. The King seems to have gotten it just right with this one. I can almost see him in the lab carefully experimenting with different ratios of Angry to Burger as I bite into this overwhelming success. The King's care and effort definitely pays off in what I can only call one of the best, and most Angry, burgers that I have ever had the pleasure to ingest.

I'm not overexagerating here either. It was great! But there are a few things that might keep the weak at heart away from the Angry Whopper. First, I did experience some heartburn after my first endeavor into Angriness. It could have come from being truly ready to eat those ANGRY ONIONs, but it could also have been due to slight hungoverness. Regardless, the heartburn didn't return on my second attempt. This leads me to believe that the Angry Whopper is just one of those things that if you don't dig on your first try, will benefit from subsequent meals. If after a few eats, you still don't dig what The King is all about with this new release, then you'll probably never get it. I for one am a fan and will recommend this supeme Angry Whopper to anyone I meat.

Ice Car

2009-01-17T10:53:00.001-06:00

Wisconsin Winter:

flags insert

2009-01-13T22:12:00.002-06:00

quotable quotes

2009-01-09T15:56:00.002-06:00

beerows FIXED

2009-01-05T18:19:00.001-06:00

beardows

2009-01-05T18:00:00.001-06:00

heres barrows beard as of like last year or some shit

thin crust records

2008-12-30T10:48:00.002-06:00

s james beard

2008-12-27T18:52:00.003-06:00

Beards

2008-12-22T16:34:00.002-06:00

Right now since it's winter we're having a kind of beard-off.

Here's me: (at the three month mark, no less)

Justin: (dig the Dyer-Baizley in the background)

Frank, circa whenever they
invented color photography:

And Metal Zak (left) with Bones (center left). It's probably just about unanimous that Bones wins...

Crossword

2008-12-18T15:29:00.001-06:00

Huggies Wiscpunk Crossword

bradiy haircut

2008-12-12T19:55:00.002-06:00

justinh beard

2008-12-12T19:17:00.003-06:00

Huggies' Beard

2008-12-12T13:48:00.003-06:00

long gif repeated

2008-12-11T11:37:00.003-06:00

"cool logo

2008-12-11T06:35:00.011-06:00

"wisc punk"

2008-12-09T17:41:00.002-06:00

New Banner (I'd give up Forever To Touch You)

2008-12-08T21:06:00.005-06:00

Your New BannerZ!!!!

Dimebag Da Eternal!!!!!

2008-12-08T17:04:00.003-06:00

Dimebag Eternal!

2008-11-11T04:08:00.000-06:00

Brodie: But my cousin Walter jerked off in public once. True story. He was on a plane to New Mexico when all of the sudden the hydraulics went. The plane started spinning around, going out of control, so he decides it's all over and whips it out and starts beating it right there. So all the other passengers take a cue from him and they start whipping it out and beating like mad. So all the passengers are beating off, plummeting to their certain doom, when all of the sudden, snap! The hydraulics kick back in. The plane rights itself and it land safely and everyone puts their pieces or, whatever, you know, away and deboard. No one mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.
Gil Hicks: Well, did he cum, or what?
Brodie: Jesus Christ, man! There's just some things you don't talk about in public!

2008-10-20T04:36:00.000-05:00

1.	wisconsin
	A state that consumes more alcohol and has a higher people-to-bar ratio then any other state in the country. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wisconsin

fun in the morning

2008-10-03T20:15:00.002-05:00

2008-10-03T07:03:00.000-05:00

that right jesus.

new chart

2008-08-20T12:48:00.002-05:00

Pie Chart

2008-08-20T11:55:00.001-05:00

Wiscpunk Forum Topics

Underground

2008-08-18T19:21:00.002-05:00

ark2 communityFOR REAL!!!!

2008-07-01T15:21:00.000-05:00

http://beercheeseguns.blogspot.com/

2008-06-05T09:56:00.000-05:00

Lab Rat

2008-05-31T11:59:00.001-05:00

ZALOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Meet The Cast
WHat What!!!
Watch and Learn

2008-05-20T12:08:00.000-05:00

Trunk BOiz

2008-05-19T12:27:00.001-05:00

Retiring

2008-03-04T10:11:00.002-06:00

Best POst I ever Made

2008-02-28T08:44:00.002-06:00

shut up

2008-02-07T16:15:00.001-06:00

some people have way to much time on their hands or bad kids. maybe i just need to put down the bottle.

AMV hahahahahaha

2008-02-06T08:35:00.000-06:00

thanx to gavin i now know that there is a million "music videos" made by people putting crap music with favorite anime!!!! hilarity ensues

WYLD STALlyns

2008-01-28T13:15:00.000-06:00

WYLD STALLYNS T-ShirtI NEED TO HAVE THESE
BUY IT FOR ME NOW

Myspace Ads

2008-01-25T20:18:00.000-06:00

screen cap by: jimmy

CowZ

2008-01-24T15:43:00.001-06:00

Soviet Theme Park

2008-01-22T19:12:00.001-06:00

Soviet Theme Park!!!!!!
got this from Lane and couldn't pass it up... whippings and everything!!!

Texas UFO

2008-01-17T19:07:00.001-06:00

Tank Weelchair

2008-01-10T10:28:00.001-06:00

http://crave.cnet.com/8301-1_105-9847456-1.html
from tagbanger.com

Old Stuff

2008-01-09T19:17:00.000-06:00

Here's a look at one of our sites like 8 or 9 years ago posted by justinh

more master list

2008-01-03T10:06:00.000-06:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfay_2gTXEI

Holiday CHEER

2007-12-24T08:14:00.000-06:00

Had to let you knot about this great offer!!!!

holiday huggs

2007-12-21T12:24:00.000-06:00

Master List2000

2007-12-10T18:50:00.000-06:00

MASTER LIST2000 (TM)

Got Pus???

2007-11-20T19:54:00.001-06:00

nastislacktivist:

Academia

2007-11-20T15:21:00.001-06:00

"Call More Dudes" by IN DEFENCE live @ Taco John's

2007-11-14T20:37:00.000-06:00

OMFG
Eau Claire up in thizzzzz
Nate's Dungeon -----> Taco JOhn's??????!?!??!

soylent Milk Is

2007-11-14T20:16:00.000-06:00

Re: from LOLcats site I Can Has Cheezburger

Space Losers

2007-11-13T09:39:00.001-06:00

Storyteller

Add to My Profile | More Videos

Rap Graphics

2007-11-09T16:01:00.001-06:00

2007-11-08T14:57:00.000-06:00

I just finished up eating a slice of garlic/cheese pizza down on water street and proceeded to a bar across the street. Then this squirrel was in the middle of the road and was hit by a squad car. I realized how short life is and decided to shit and drink beer. the end.

Make Mittens for Buy Nothing Day

2007-11-01T07:03:00.000-05:00

Check IT:
MITTENS Instructable

Other Blog

2007-10-23T16:27:00.000-05:00

Hey... It's a bit slow going over here...
so if you want to know what I'm up to here's my Grid Related Blog
enjoy

freddy's dead

2007-10-16T06:06:00.000-05:00

from the dudes at Double Happiness with the best soundtrack I've heard in a while plus its got side ponytail and dead fish. You couldn't ask for anything more!!!

11 October 2007 a.m.

2007-10-11T07:28:00.001-05:00

11 October 2007 –

I had the most bizarre and vivid dream last night, and it was very intense and sad for me even for many moments after waking. It was in color, and it felt very real.

I was meeting most of my immediate family in England, though the principle characters I presently remember being there are my mother, my father and my sister Pam. I believe Danny was there as well, though his presence was insubstantial to the action. We were at a palace that adjoined the ruins of an ancient castle. The palace was bright white and large glass windows everywhere, and the ruins a moss-covered crumbling pile of terra cotta stones, though it was also apparently in use. A coach went regularly over to the castle along a narrow road.

I had apparently changed a great deal physically. I remember that. People commented on it. The main thing I remember though is that my mother and my sister were both creating a big scene about something I can’t remember. I was furious with my sister, and to some extent with my mother as well though not quite so much, because this was the home of the queen and the seat of government, and we were the center of attention, though we were merely there as tourists. If I remember correctly, my sister broke something, maybe a window. I’m not sure. Her and my mother were yelling at each other in tears about some ancient family upset that was meaningless anymore. I remember being frustrated and embarrassed by the fact that we couldn’t be out in public. We were supposed to attend some show or spectacle and ended up being escorted out – at least I remember leaving with my father to go outside.

The palace-castle complex sat atop a large hill with steep sides with a river fronting it. There was a group of peasants, or at least plain folk, sitting amongst some large stones on the hillside in the sun. It was beautiful weather. Dad wasn’t doing well, I think. I sat my father down in that group and took a seat myself at the edge and looked up. A coach was traveling along that narrow road immediately above us, and I noticed that the stones along the edge of the road were crumbling and coming down the hill. Then I noticed that the entire structure of the ruins was collapsing and rolling down the hill toward us.

I jumped. It was as though I had acquired some phenomenal parkour talent. I leapt from one place to the next down the hillside while huge stones crashed around me, knowing that everyone in my family was doomed. I jumped across the boundary between the grounds of the castle and the adjacent buildings of the town. I was in a crevice of some kind about three feet wide that ran down toward the riverbank, and I somehow knew I was safe there. I continued down to the front of the building and turned to the right until I came to a walkway overhead. It was as if I were in some sort of dry storm gutter that surrounded the building. I looked up and there was my sister Pam reaching down to help me up. I was in tears. I didn’t want her help – I was furious at her – and I was devastated that the rest of my family was all dead. My parents were dead, and I knew that. I couldn’t’ speak. She walked me forward from the building to the sidewalk, which was just a dock on the river and into a small reception office about the size of my bedroom where a man behind a counter gave me a lifejacket. I walked to the door and saw the river right there and looked back to my left up the hill and saw the castle gone and the palace remaining and knew my family was gone.

I awoke with a tightness in my chest from sobbing at the man behind the desk and trying to get him to understand that everything was gone. It was REALLY weird.

Donkeys

2007-10-11T07:00:00.000-05:00

Columbine Tyler: New postPosted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 11:29 pm Post subject: I had an interesting encounter with a donkey today
I was driving into town to mail some packages and as I was driving I noticed
a donkey and his cow friend walking down the middle of the road.
Some how they had gotten out of their fenced in party zone and were
wondering around.
I stopped to say hello. The donkey said his name was Timmothy and he was the same stuff Im into so that was cool. I asked if they wanted to come into town for a beer but since they were out and about they said theyd figured
theyd keep going west to see if they could get back to their homeland they
were taken from years ago.
I hope to see they again.

JoeL: New postPosted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 2:07 pm Post subject:
I love when animals get out of their fenced in party zones.

One time I saw a bad ass bull with bigass horns chillin on the side of the
road lookin to score some bit-uddered heifer

Columbine Tyler: New postPosted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 4:00 pm Post subject:
I am serious, that donkey was the shit. He came right up to my window to
talk. And believe me when I tell you he was definently a HE! His dick was so
big it had a hoof on the end. Shocked

JoeL:New postPosted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:25 pm Post subject:
One fourth of July a couple years ago I partied with a donkey at this farm.
He didn't want any beer but you could feed him grass and shit. Then people
started shooting off old mortar shells and we all had to leap to safety as
they fired into the crowd. The donkey kept his cool though. He'da put Joe
Camel to shame *

JimA: New postPosted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 11:42 pm Post subject:
hey joe remeber that time we were burning one and we saw the dog and then
we saw the cows running down the road? that was cool

10 October 2007

2007-10-10T22:02:00.000-05:00

10 October 2007 –

It’s 9:13 p.m., and I just put in a dip that I wasn’t really even craving, just to stave off a potential craving later. I’m dipping less and less now, generally twice a day at work and once in the evening. I dipped a great deal more when I was smoking cigarettes. I am willing to be free of tobacco altogether now, and I no longer see that eventuality as something to dread. Those sorts of feelings come and go. I wanted a cigarette badly a few days ago. Hell, a shot of bourbon, dank nugs and some heroin sounded good at that time. That passes. In the eighteen months since I stopped drinking and doing drugs those instances have been truly rare for me. I haven’t given it much thought; I’ve always had something to do that occupied my attention and kept me focused, even if that something was one of the transient impulses that lead nowhere and spring from that same inner well of compulsion that drove my earlier, more self-destructive, choices.

All is well. All was well also when I was feeling miserable. Giving “all” my stamp of approval when the mood strikes seems a bit superfluous, actually. Perhaps I shouldn’t arrogate that sort of authority for making value judgments to my unaided mind.

My walks these past two days have become a bit more energetic, strident even. The follow-up appointments with both my doctors loom large next Wednesday, as if I should be preparing a defense. For what? To prove that I’m being a good boy now? Not quite. I simply use that as a benchmark moment, one of many to follow hopefully, against which I can measure some increment of progress towards a longer-term goal. I suppose I want to buttress my current determination with the approval and encouragement of my doctors for what I’ve been doing so far. There is less my old need for a pat on the head inherent in that so much as just plain nagging fears and doubts I have about my strength of character and ability to follow through in a stepwise, measured process toward an end. I mean, the rubber kinda hits the road here, Pancho. I may not be a new creature, but the building of some new creation is largely in my own hands and no one else’s. Trite as it may sound, this really is no dress rehearsal. I am forty-four years old, and it is likely twenty years past the time when I should be safeguarding my health against the infirmities of old age. So whether in indolence or haste, the walks will continue, I hope, for some time to come.

Cody is taking me to the State Fair tomorrow after work. We were supposed to go to a movie, but he had previously promised a friend he would go with him to the fair, and I’m tagging along. It is something of an attenuation to what I had envisioned as a date, but perhaps that is a good thing. We could use some buffers in our relations at this point. They are at best strained, despite both our protests that we still love each other very much. I assume he is still dating the DJ at the bar where he is now working, and I am, for all intents and purposes, single and available, even if I have not been aggressively so. It’s not like I haven’t had enough on my plate to consider lately. My recent circumstances have put an ice-pack on that fevered dream. It is still there, but I cannot afford to lose myself in it at the moment. Neither one of us misses the relationship we had, or at least what it was becoming, but I do miss him a great deal.

I’ve never had spectacular success with relationships – how do you measure that, exactly – and he’s never done relationships at all. I’ll opt for counseling when things even out for me and that becomes available. I’m open to the idea, whether or not he and I achieve any kind of reconciliation. There are obviously some kinks in my psyche that need ironing out, independent of whatever he brought to the relationship. I keep hearing an unwritten country song in my head this evening with a line to the effect of “too afraid of a broken heart to ever fall in love”. I’m sure it’s already been written. I love him very much and care a great deal about him. That, I know, is genuine. It will be nice to spend time with him, and I do not intend to use the opportunity for anything other than just that.

I’ve noticed something on my evening walks, and during my walks after lunch during the work day as well. I smell things. I smell the Mexican restaurants in the neighborhood. I smell the Thai restaurant. I smell the coffee house. I smell everything. I imagine smells. There is a great variety of things that I used to eat with impunity that I simply no longer consider as viable options. It occurred to me last night as I was walking that I can now enjoy not only the memories of those foods and the experiences I associate with them; I can also simply enjoy the aromas themselves. I’ve read many times that a great deal of what we taste is experienced through our sense of smell. There is no reason I cannot enjoy those sensations just as much now, simply because I no longer fill my gut, and consequently my arteries, with the bulk of material that carries that matter into the rest of my body – and out again into the Trinity River.

I had a great deal of fun drinking and doing drugs over many years. I hung off the precipice by my very fingernails, such as they are, and lived intensely while I was dying incrementally. I swam in the muck and celebrated a good portion of it. I do not regret much of that, but I know that it is something I can never do successfully again, and never really did successfully in the past. How do you define success at something like that, anyway? The point is that those things I can enjoy now in my mind are like the best hit of weed I ever took, the best drink of straight bourbon in an air-conditioned bar when everything was perfect. Those moments rarely ever existed anywhere other than in my self-deceived imagination, but for me they were Platonic ideals that were as real and continuous as the creak of the chair I sit in at this moment. I can taste them, and I can feel their effects right now. And why not? What is the use of a rich interior life, a vivid imagination and a well of experience from which to draw if not to drink deeply for the rest of my days? I not only have the hard lessons of a life characterized by bouts of conspicuous consumption. I also have the thick residue of my difficulties from which I may mine those moments that, for me, represented real joys. The other benefit I gain is that my experience makes me uniquely useful in some other ways, and that is something that only comes with continuous sobriety and continuous cheerful labor and service. But that is for another day’s reflection.

Spam Image 3

2007-10-09T14:08:00.000-05:00

7 October 2007

2007-10-07T20:39:00.000-05:00

7 October 2007 –

I love days like this. I got to goof off, and I also felt like I got things done. I slept until 10am this morning. I went to Target this afternoon and bought a steam-cooker and then went to the farmers’ market and picked up loads of produce before returning home. I like playing in the kitchen and washing and separating stuff to pack away for the week in the fridge, and I like having new kitchen gadgets to fool around with.

I made a HUGE plate of veggies in the steamer and chatted online for a bit before leaving on a walk just after sunset. I walked a couple of miles through the residential streets around my neighborhood, starting out from the shops at Bishop Arts. It’s a mostly Mexican neighborhood, but it is slowly gentrifying. There are smells of meat grilling and the sounds of the polka beat and accordion coming from the long stretches of smaller homes fronted by wrought iron fences that seem somewhat disproportionate. Cats lie in the sidewalk here and there, and occasionally I am met by the yipping of a Chihuahua. These blocks are punctuated by larger old homes meticulously restored and decorated, but it is still mostly the barrio. People lounge outside together talking on porches and in breezeways. I like it just the way it is.

I am glad to be alive.

I came home and showered and folded laundry and washed dishes and took my evening pills. There is no noise but the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard and the whirring of the window unit. I have new shoes and a new bedspread, and I have books everywhere. There is still a good deal of clutter about the place, but I’ll get that sorted out once I can do heavy lifting again. It’s job security of a sort, in any case.

I picked up a CD yesterday at a KNON sale in the parking lot outside the radio station. The artist is called Cottonmouth Texas, and I recognized him as an acquaintance of a guy I went to school with who I see online. I ripped it to my computer and gave it a listen. His stories sound like a cross between me and Jim Carroll, oddly enough. I should get busy writing and make more mp3’s soon.

This weekend I’ll go to the river to see dad and Sarah and spend some time with them. I’ll go to a benefit show in Deep Ellum on Saturday night. Between now and then I have lots of work to do catching up for lost time at the soap mines.

Now thas wa i'm talkin bou

2007-10-06T14:15:00.001-05:00

Huggies is on it

Chocolate Rain and McDonalds

2007-10-05T20:49:00.000-05:00

I didn't even look who made this it was so great I had to put it up here.
Maybe it will help mugtoe recover from doctors today.