Good Luck

Posted in Regular Lives on December 14, 2009 by camuscanoe

The speech is compelling, but I’m not convinced of what the people want.

I know what I want at this exact moment, and I want potato chips.  And a coke.

My brother called me the other day to tell me about the crawfish pond he is building.  He seemed a little upset that his two daughters aren’t as interested in the prospect as he is, imagine, a pond full of crawfish.  I tried to comfort him by reminding him that they are pretty ugly.  With the exception of those fish carefully selected for “Finding Nemo”, pretty much anything that lives in water is not very cute, especially prior to receiving the Pixar treatment.  I read an article today about a type of octopus that creates a mobile home out of coconut halves, stacking them and essentially walking around the ocean floor on its tippy toes.

It is five thirty and dark outside, so I am ready to sleep again.

Suspect Device

Posted in Regular Lives on December 9, 2009 by camuscanoe

It’s amazing how all punk rock footage from this era is exactly the same, twelve seconds on the band, cut to some punker’s unfortunate haircut or spiked collar, band, some asshole’s torso, band, repeat.

Of course, not all bands rocked like this.

In an unrelated note,

Tradition

Posted in Regular Lives on November 30, 2009 by camuscanoe

Hey, kids.  I heard on the news that an airline pilot spotted Santa on his way in from New York

But Christmas time is really just an excuse to take the time to catch up on old movies.

So Much to Talk About

Posted in Regular Lives on November 29, 2009 by camuscanoe

For those that are interested, Newman’s Own pizza. It’s true that it is a thin crust, but certain people might appreciate the sweeter sauce.

I’d Settle for One of These

Posted in Regular Lives on November 29, 2009 by camuscanoe

Living with the Biggest Mistakes

Posted in Regular Lives on November 29, 2009 by camuscanoe

I Know It’s True.

Posted in Regular Lives on November 24, 2009 by camuscanoe

“Happy Kitty Bunny Pony”

Posted in Regular Lives on November 11, 2009 by camuscanoe

Lasagna takes forever to cook.  I’m not using hyperbole, you literally have to have the lifespan of a dragon to make lasagna.

The postings have been sparse, I’m sure the regular readers would be happy to know that I have still been indignant, I just haven’t had time to post about my outrage.  Of recent note, seriously.  Wal Mart.  Is a bad, bad, company.  And there is nothing that can stop them from the jerkface things that they do, but I encourage you, no matter how much you want to buy slim jims or a dry erase board at three a.m., to find another place to shop.

In South Carolina news, this article from The State about the GOP censure of Lindsay Graham for not being an ass?  Freedom means never listening to what other people have to say.

Where can I find this book?

Don’t forget to call a veteran and thank them today.

Serial.

Posted in Regular Lives with tags , , on October 12, 2009 by camuscanoe

Today I made chex mix.  This could be the most boring post ever, and honestly, I’m kind of posting out of obligation rather than out of having anything to say.  I have nothing left to say.

Do you think it’s cheating when cake decorators use fondant covered rice krispy treats for those cake off contests?

Uncle Lee

Posted in Regular Lives with tags on September 27, 2009 by camuscanoe
Freaking adorable.

Freaking adorable.

The new addition to my desk.  Undoubtedly, it’s cut down on productivity, but it’s worth the cost.  Rats make wonderful pets.  The first rat I received second-hand from one of the first most awesome people I know.  He had cancer, which is apparently what rats do.  A very supportive person helped me bury him in the backyard, the same day that the next door neighbors were moving in to their new house.  I had to go over to the fence with a shovel in my hands and snot all over my face, I introduced myself between sobs.  We didn’t really talk again.

The short lifespan is the only downside I can think of.  Seriously, look at that face.