Actually, I hate snow, now. In earlier times, way back in the days before color TV, automatic transmissions, and multiplex theatres. When computers were took up whole basements, reprogramming involved rewiring the silly things, and they broke down for the stupidest reasons like one of the gears lost a tooth. Yeah, way back then. Well, I did like snow, but I was a kid and what kid doesn
Good
I woke up at 3:00 this morning and lay in bed hoping the reflux would just go away and leave me alone. I always get this when I have too much cheap tequila, a picadillo tamale, a hazelnut mocha, and a slice of marionberry pie. Mostly, though, I think it's the marionberry pie because I can have the other three and nothing happens. After thirty minutes of feeling like I was going to vomit (I DO NOT vomit. I've vomited less than ten times in my life and have no desire to do it again.) I g
I don't like this blog because it's taken me away from my LiveJournal blog, but since I don't have that much of an audience over there, I might as well bore people over here.
Chapter 10 of The Pastel Cowboy is up on Nifty, but not yet, as of 2116 PST, on The Cove. I don't know what I hold up is. Maybe it's something trivial, maybe something drastic. I don't know. It's not like I can call the webmaster and ask. This is the internet after all, telephony has been superseded by email and instant
And the world came to an end.
Gloom and doom are upon us. Hunker down, do not leave your homes, keep your children safe, and watch the horrible news of the latest winter nastiness courtesy of El Ni
The other day when I was heading for Denver with a load on non-dairy creamer, I had to stop outside Pendleton, Oregon, and put on chains to go up Cabbage Hill. Now, putting chains on in winter is one of the joys of driving a truck. There just isn
My truck, my pathetic excuse for a truck, the worthless conglomeration of metal, rubber, plastic, and software that is my truck is sitting right now in front of the company shops at our West Valley City, Utah, headquarters. I don
That's the problem with new toys, you're never certain how they work until you push one of the buttons.
I intended to have this entry as my first, but I pushed the silly button and "Forlorn" jumped out of the gate and was halfway down the track before I noticed my mistake.
This is my fourth attempt at establishing a literary blog. Previous attempts were on blogspot and my original blog that still resides on LiveJournal. If you're interested in a more personal view of my life check out v.
.thumb.jpg.b1f75d8c5010b1c5249ca89e61390172.jpg)