Do you have your fishing license?

After work today I'm going down to the U-boat at Boston to do a little fishing and a little provisioning so that we can do some over-nights and not go to bed with rumbly tummies.

I know what you're thinking, and no, you don't always catch enough fish to eat, and even if you did, we don't currently have a way to cook them, so unless you want to do a little Tom Hanks Castaway action, bring a fork and enjoy the raviolis.

I need to run some errands while at lunch today, so I'll be able to get some pictures of the place with Rastis P. Leroy Jr. out front holding the solar lamp.

I might even take the boat out.

In other news:

These hot days and cool nights are killing my pepper plants. Good thing there're more in the dining room waiting to go in.

To the moon, Alice!

Yeah, I don't have a whole lot to say seeing as I haven't been testing gravity lately, and I haven't been working in the shop much (sorry about your table, Yooj).

My brother Darrel sent this to me, and absolutely love this picture.

I didn't drop the ball. I set it down. Now go to hell.

This just in:

I won't be at work on Friday(tomorrow if you're reading today, or today if you're reading tomorrow).

I hope to finish painting the inside of the cabin and a lot of the outside. Ooh- I could stay over and go night fishing. Thank you, brain. I'm glad you're around.

So, for your viewing pleasure:

Once upon a fart

I made some hash the other night, and I thought at the time that there may have been a tad too much garlic in it, but when I let out a good one that emptied the office yesterday, I knew there was just enough.

Operation same pants fart is underway.



Quiet please for the movie.

Well, hello there!

Hillary may actually get my vote, but inadvertently

They had 2nd street closed so that we could waste $4 gallon gas waiting for Hillary's caravan to pass, and the cops were keeping everyone back. These dudes don't mess around.

I saw a cop push hand-belt droopy-shirted urbanite back onto the sidewalk after warning him several times that he couldn't cross the road.

I would pay to see that everyday.

Now, for a naked picture of Heigl:

HA HA!

Here's someone else we'll apparently never see.

Now, on with the show:

Barely had his foot on the gas

Big Brown by 5 1/4 lengths. Looks like the best chance in a long time for a triple crown winner.

And, my apologies to the Yooj, as Affirmed was '78, and Seattle Slew was '77. I don't know why I always want to put Seattle Slew right in front of Spectacular Bid ('79). Maybe it's an alliteration thing.

In other news, I'm sure by the end of this summer, my face is going to be synonymous with the phrase, "homicidal driving."

It was so nice yesterday to be at the cabin painting in the silence. It was even better catching fish (one bass, two nice sized bluegill) without hearing that jump-around thump-thump-thump sound of ghetto cruisers.

In other words, hold my gland...

Sheesh- you make one small change...

And now, so that maybe the Yooj will gain some focus:

And now for the rest of us, and especially Dan:You gentlemen have had a sneak preview to next month.

Under her dress, I did caress, I must confess...

Apparently everyone (all three of you) have been rendered speechless by the lovely Heigl, so I am therefore forced to cease posting her pictures in an effort to spawn conversation.

Instead, I give you this:

Do you know who's bum this is?

I'm sorry we lost you, but now there's more room in the boat

Instead of a grass-roots effort, I believe we need to put Yankee John under the grass.

Since he apparently can't find his computer with both hands, I shall observe one minute of silence for his departure from us...*fart*...there goes that.

Anyway, on with the show:

I took a movement on your blog

In order to get Yank-me John off his damn dead ass...no, I want him on his big damn dead ass- writing.

You're erudite. You are quite the wordsmith with many cunning slights of phrase. You're still retarded, but but you speak well for some one with three brain cells fighting for superiority. Unfortunately for you, the one called Mussolini wins in the semis, and it still has to take on Selassie in the final.

So I took off John's link and put on one that I can't read but has some neat pictures. At least John can look at those and maybe work on a poo, I mean, movement.

Speaking of pictures:

Spodaciously attired urbanites

I don't know if I'm going to make through the summer without killing someone. I'm tired of the ghetto blasting boom-boom coming from cars. I'm tired of retarded people pretty well daring me to hit them as they walk out into traffic.

Someone's not going to become a West Broadway martyr, they're going to become ghetto jelly as I continue to back up and run over them again.

I need to go fishing. Who's up for it?

woopsie

find a current. I mis-posted.

Damn computers.

In the ghetto

I was driving down fourth street here in the 'Ville on my way to a store by the university, and I was ASTONISHED at how fucking ghetto the area is. Now, I realize that working people don't want to be stacked on top of each other the way the old neighborhoods were built, but that doesn't mean the current occupiers have to wreck the area in which they reside.

I know that most of the property in that area is rental, but just because you rent doesn't give you the right to have a nasty, littered yard, park your ghettoed up fucking 70's hooptie up in your yard, and rob the stores nearby.

Two years ago hardly any store on 4th had bars over their windows. Now most of them do.

I've been living in this area of town for thirty years. Don't even stare at me like I'm invading your turf, because I have two things going for me: I too have guns, and I have enough money for a lawyer.

C'mon, you fucking aunt-jemima looking bitch; step out in front of my car.

I'm pissed. I need...

I feel better now.

Hey- what's that noise coming from under your desk?

We'll be heading back down this weekend to the U-boat to hopefully finish painting the front bedroom and common area and then start on the outside.

We had a lot of wind the last time I was there, and I got a nice shot of the flag:

Oh, and uh, this:

I like to keep my audience riveted

Due to the overwhelming request that I had for the posting of a certain actress everytime I put something up, I give you the lovely Heigl.

Even though I started out with the best picture I had, and therefore "blowing my wad" before being done (don't I hear that often enough), I had to resort to the internet.

So, while supplies last, I will offer you at least one reason a day to fold on over to Oragami.

Well, today you get a twofer.

In other news, I found what I was looking for before, so now in reverse order.

<---Compare this

with this:

Now, I don't know about you, but right now I'm dreaming of the Heigl twins making a Kaiser sammich in a fishing cabin.

Fished and Painted, and didn't come home drunk?

I got some more painting done at the U-boat. It's really brightening up.

Contrast this:

With this:

See? much better. Actually I couldn't find the picture I was looking for, so I figured Heigl would have to do. I hope you're not too distraught over me not showing you yet one more picture of a 20x20 concrete shack.

PETA CAN KISS MY LITTLE DICK

PETA assholes are calling for the suspension of the jockey that rode the ill-fated Eight Belles in the Derby until after an investigation to determine whether he felt anything during the race.

Here's what he heard and felt: hooves stomping! I can hear and feel them up in the stands, so how fucking loud do they think it is when in the middle of the scrum? Sweat shit in a bucket are they retarded.

Goodbye, Eight Belles. It stinks that you broke both of your front ankles and couldn't even make it off the track.
Guess what? In the wild, you know the wild- where horses run all the time? Well, she would have lain there in pain until she died or was attacked by some other hungry animal.

At least in death she'll be remembered. Test: who came in second in last year's Derby behind Street Sense?

I don't fucking know either.