Still Here?
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Ahoy there Bleuxpee. Yeah, I know. Been forever since I tapped some nonsense into this little white box. To be honest, it’s been forever since I typed anything at all…which is not good. Makes me all dull and rusty. So let’s start the honing! I’d like to talk about commuting for a moment if that’s okay… It sucks. A lot. With rocks and broken glass in it. What’s worse is that I have a lovely vista of the I-10 freeway from my office window, from which I have an unfettered view of outbound traffic calcifying into a long arterial blockage with bucket seats. That...
Fulshear Fer’shure
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Just thought I’d do a quick pic trick stack here for you folks. Behold, Chateau Shaw, in its infancy: #gallery-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } j.s. Read More
Brothers of the Briar
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Albert Einstein William Faulkner Bing Crosby J.S. Bach Bertrand Russell Mark Twain Gandalf Jeremiah Shaw That’s right bleuxpees, I’m smoking a pipe. And despite what that picture might lead you to believe, I am still awesome. I actually started about a year ago, but found that I hadn’t quite exorcised the ghost of Philip Morris from my system. So, out of a concern that I might get pulled back into sucking on those little, white, filter-tipped devils, I promptly set the pipe aside. I don’t ever want to have to go through quitting cigarettes again. The kicker is, I do...
We Interrupt the Dew Report For This…
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The rumors are once again true. I have purchased a house. Er, I think. I mean, we’ve been approved for the total mortgage loan, and signed/initialed an awful lot of paperwork, and we’re meeting with “design center” people next Wednesday to discuss things like cabinet wood, floor tiles and paint color… All of these things would lead me to believe that we’ve actually bought a house. Well, that and we keep getting these pamphlets that begin with “Congratulations!” which seems a rather promising indicia of actually purchasing something as well. Outside...
Dooz…I Duz Them.
Friday, March 4, 2011
So, as I was making my way back to the new Townhouse o’ Horrors with a Jeepload of random detritus collected from the house formerly known as the Shaw residence, I stopped at a gas station for a beverage. I picked up a bottle of water and began performing the “Dance of the Cramped Gas Station FoodMart.” Lean to the right to close the refrigerator door! Pirouette around the spinning map display! Lift arms while sliding past the chip rack! Swivel hips past the candy to face Bibhu the attendant, who appears to be unhappily piloting a carcinogen starship. Shuffle step to avoid getting...
Life
Fulshear Fer’shure
Just thought I’d do a quick pic trick stack here for you folks. Behold, Chateau Shaw, in its infancy: #gallery-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-2 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-2 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } j.s. Read More
Tech
You Don’t Know Pride, You Don’t Know Fear, You Don’t Know Anything…You’ll be Perfect.
Woo! j.s.
Music/Film
The Dead Weather: Sea of Cowards
I’m a little torn about the new Dead Weather album. (Oh, and I’d advise you to pay no attention to that video when the site comes up. The song is okay, but the video looks like a renaissance fest acid trip gone horribly awry, as directed by Stanley Kubrick.) Not to mention Jack White looks [...]
