Why I don't do math

I was looking up the word "catenary" for work and I see this:


..and I think to myself, thank God I learned to write.

I remember being about 7 or 8 and finding some old book on calculus in my parents' bookshelves. I thought, "I'm going to read this book and go right to college. Everyone's going to be so impressed!"

Then I saw stuff like the "thing" above. And I thought, there's no way. My mind isn't built like that.

I'm a curious person if nothing else, but my brain actually seizes when I see mathematical formulas of even mild complexity. I still think people who do those things are somehow alien life forms.

Pieces

Can we please stop?

Now what?

Just stop.

The car skids and leans sharply on the Twinkie-soft embankment. I can't catch the notebook. It slides across the dash, slaps off the passenger window, and lands on Candice’s lap.

Hell, I would have opened it, too.

Ka-blooey.

Always a great quote from this pisser

Johnny Lydon, interviewed in '87 while drinking beer for breakfast (which is one of my favorite treats, by the way):

Q: One last question. What do you think of Deep Purple?

Lydon: Nothing. My mind is a blank. (laughs) Why, are they big here?

Q: Yes.

Lydon: Oh, how pathetic. I thought we buried that lot years ago. Ah well. Bad habits die hard.

Off to work we go

No, we don't just regurgitate cracked-out reality TV stars on this blog. Here's a fuzzy view of the monkeys streaming in from Pittsburg at 4-something in the morning--and at 4-something a gallon. You can almost smell their deodorant and taste the protein bars still stuck to their teeth. At least I can. I know, that's gross.

I'm losing my marbles

Verne Troyer sues over sex tape. World jolted by news, loses collective breakfast. Sewers clog, panic ensures, society collapses, Earth implodes. *Poof*

Hey, at least one freaky midget/dwarf/little person/weeble is getting some, as well he should. I wonder if he did it in his electric cart and peed on a flower pot afterward. Cuz if he did, like, he would so be the "mack."

Rock!

It happened.

Eleven years later, Kung Fu Grip returned to the scene of the crimes (of which there were many) and ripped it up.

We rocked. We sucked. We were loud. Every band we played with was better than us, but we still felt like kings.

I saw people who were KIDS when I last saw them, now grown up, and playing in their own bands. They said we were the shit. I admit, that felt gooooood.

There were no kids, no wife, and no money. For a week, I lived off Lone Star Beer and V8s. Check out the pint of whisky in my back pocket.

There's not a lot I can write about it, except I love Brent, Tom and Pete like brothers, and I never even realized it. There's something to be said about music, punk rock, friends, alcohol and freedom, but I'll be damned if I know what it is.

I'll regret a lot of things on my deathbed, I'm sure. This ain't one of 'em.

O Superman

O superman. o judge. o mom and dad. mom and dad. o superman. o judge. o mom and dad. mom and dad. hi. Im not home right now. but if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound
E tone. hello? this is your mother. are you there? are you coming home? hello? is anybody home? well, you dont know me, but I know you. and Ive got a message to give to you. here come the plan
O you better get ready. ready to go. you can come as you are, but pay as you go. pay as you go. and I said: ok. who is this really? and the voice said: this is the hand, the hand that takes. thi
The hand, the hand that takes. this is the hand, the hand that takes. here come the planes. theyre american planes. made in america. smoking or non-smoking? and the voice said: neither snow nor
Nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. cause when love is gone, theres always justice. and when justive is gone, theres always forc
D when force is gone, theres
Always mom. hi mom! so hold me, mom, in your long arms. so hold me, mom, in your long arms. in your automatic arms. your electronic arms. in your arms. so hold me, mom, in your long arms. your
Chemical arms. your military arms. in your electronic arms.

Brent & Pete, Art Studio, Beaumont, TX 4/19/08

Brent & Pete, Art Studio

Cousin Phelpy

Scrabble Robot

Bathroom, Vortex, Beaumont

Tommy, Port Neches, TX

KFG, 2008. (I'm hiding)

Drinkin' at Lola's, Houston

Lone Star Beer Diet, lost 15 pounds!

Brent, trying to remember his own lyrics...

No country for old men...

...totally country for snakes, though

El Rio Grande

San Antonio

Whistle Stop Art Studio, Santa Barbara

You can see it from the station. Cool building. Reminds me of where I'm going...