Sunday, December 31, 2006


Match this kyle...:)
Happy new one y'all...
Hoo - whee!
Adios 2006
I'm not sad to see this year end. It hasn't been a particularly bad year, but it's definitely been a pain in the ass. That's mostly due to my job which started out on a rough note due to recent policy changes that occurred at that time I was promoted (February) and despite promises of how it was going to get better, things just got progressively worse and worse with each passing month. That will all soon be behind me since new policy changes put in place this weekend will make it impossible for me to meet the goals I need to meet by January 15th. In addition, I'll only be earning the base salary ($11.53 per hour for a 40 hour work week) so putting forth any massive effort seems rather pointless. Had I remained a tech, I'd be getting a raise to $14 per hour on the 1st which just proves how absurd some situations can be. There have been times when I regretted taking the promotion, but I have learned a lot of new things over the last 11 months and much of that was learning more about myself rather than the actual job duties. So looking back, I'd have to say that overall it was a worthwhile endeavor even if it ends with getting fired for the first time in over 30 years of employment. But enough of looking back - time to sweep the old out the door and make a toast to the New Year and better things in the future.


P.S. The universe has sent me a sign that Christmas is over

Saturday, December 30, 2006


It just kind of struck reststop did...dark and ugly...

Dubya do you think they'll hang Saddam?
Dubya do you think they'll like this song?
Dubya do you think they'll try to break your balls?
Dubya should I build the wall?
Dubya should I run for president?
Dubya should I trust the government?
Dubya will they put me in the firing line?
Dubya am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Dubya's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Dubya's gonna put all his fears into you.
Dubya's gonna keep you right here under his wing.
He wont let you fly, but he might let you sing.
Dubya will keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course dubya'll help to build the wall.

Dubya do you think it's good enough--for me?
Dubya do think it's dangerous - to me?
Dubya will it tear this little boy apart?
Dubya will it break our hearts?

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
Dubya's gonna check out all your armor for you.
Dubya won't let anything effective get through.
Dubya's gonna wait up till all of you die.
Dubya will ignore it when more of you die.
Dubya's gonna keep america wounded and sore.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You'll always be oil to me.

Dubya, did you really have to lie?

Friday, December 29, 2006


I just saw a headline at CNN that says Saddam will be hanged at 9 pm my time. OK...I got that, 9 pm cst...but...but...why? What's the point? Sure, he gassed some kurds to death back in the day in retaliation for some percieved threat on his life, but...but...wasn't that right around the same time he was posing for pictures with Rumsfeld? He was our buddy then, right? So why doesn't he get a pass?
The irony of this scenario is spinning by so fast that I have vertigo...(falls out of chair...get's back up again ). Let's run it play by play.
Saddam kills a bunch of people...check.
Bush kills a bunch of people, as gubner of Texass and as the decider...check.
Saddam gets hanged for his "indescretions"...check.
Bush gets 2 more years in the whitehouse...huh?
It just doesn't add up.
In any sensible way.
Excuse me, I have to go vomit now...


(click on the pic for a bigger pic dude!)
I ran some pipe...Hoo-Whee!

Thursday, December 28, 2006


I don't normally do requests, but, the comment inspired me to actually explore the reasons why I enjoy my trade so much. First and foremost, it's the sense of accomplishment...of creating something that while completely utilitarian, can also be a work of art (pipe bending is a perfect example, you take a straight piece of pipe and bend it, by hand, to fit the contours of your path).
I am constantly presented with to make something work out and look makes me think and plan and use my brain as well as my hands. Speaking of!
I have the coolest tools at my disposal, all of the hand tools are mine personally ( it's like buying shoes or vintage clothing...the tools make the man, man) and an array of power tools that are fun to utilize. Sure, we have the usual drills and saws, but we also have power benders for bending pipe that's larger than 1 1/4 "...heat guns for bending PVC pipe, tools that require skill.
I spent much of my adult life dealing with people in crisis, and during that time I never thought much about the skilled trades beyond " I could never do that " or " I wouldn't want to do that ". I was surrounded by people of similar opinions and goals in life and that brings me to the people. The trade is populated by an amazing diversity of people. I've worked with and for rednecks, hippies, redneck hippies, old school punks, hip hop brothers. Alot of the old timers are second and third generation electricians who carry a wealth of hints and if you pay attention, you constantly learn new ways of doing things or affirm that your way is better.
After almost three years, I can say that I am ( and feel ) competant as an electrician, I still have a long way to go ( understanding the nuances of the actual electricitry ) , but the mechanics are firmly in place. And for that I owe a debt to the journeymen who got me this far...Rusty,Lee, Wolfie, Adolph, Carlos, Kevin, Steve, and most recently Ryan. They don't call it the international brotherhood of electrical workers for nothing.
If you are a union electrician, you are paid well. A journeyman in the Austin local 520 makes in excess of $ 23.00 an hour, more than that if you are the foreman. The benefits are good.
But mostly, in the end, it's looking at that 300 plus foot pipe run you did at the end of the day and saying " that looks good".
You get home tired and dirty...with a sense of satisfaction and a plan for tomorrow.
If you aren't afraid of : hard work, dirt, constant noise, heights and the possibility of being electrocuted ( possibly to death ) then I say go for it. It's a very dangerous, yet satisfying trade.
I think that about covers it...for now.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006


I'm sure you've seen Annabelle's posts about her current work situation, as I have. No, that's not entirely accurate, I have been living them with her and trying to make home life as stress free as possible. Since she has not burst into flames or killed the neighbors I think I have had some success. I have also been thinking about this job predicament she's in and trying to make some sense out of it. First off, let me say that she is my girl and, as expected, I am biased. But...I have never liked the management model of the company she works for. To my estimation, it is some quasi- japanese business model that boils down to profit over employee satisfaction, kind of a slave shop but with computers instead of sergers...imagine if you will, 45 people slaving away in front of compaq desktops from 7 to 10 hours a day dealing with every miscreant on the lower 48. Imagine computer illiterates inundating you with the stupidest questions and queries known to man...
Now, Imagine you are the supervisor of these 45 people, almost to a number are under 23, in college and the job is essentially beer money to them...and don't even get me started on the cadre of fat dykes in goodwill clothing that can't get work anywhere else. This company will hire anyone, no matter how recalcitrant or otherwise socially displaced and then bow up up when the sun doesn't shine out of thier asses. Imagine you are the supervisor expected to create rays of sunshine out of each and everyone of those asses. Your monthly bonus depends on it, nay, your ability to remain gainfully employed depends on it.
Unlike our parents, who got jobs and stayed with them for life until retirement, Ann and I are of a mid generation that got 2 or 3 jobs and that was our working life. Our employers appreciated us and the work we did and retained us for as long as we were willing to work...and provided for us when we got to retirement age.
Not so much anymore.
More and more companies are shifting to this japo-fuck-you model and more and more people are changing jobs like I change my socks, and when they transition into thier forties I wish them the same anxiety and uncertainty that we are experiencing now...they did it to us, they fucking deserve it back in kind.
My mom had a saying that I fuck up everytime I try to resay it, but I manage to just get the gist....
"As they are now, please do not diminish them, because you will surely someday be" or something like that that, but it was about respecting age...and experience...and it's value.


These are the main panel cans for the job I'm currently on, Ryan (6' 2") is to the right of the giant can... just to give you an idea of how massive they can be; With the exception of the small one on the far left, he and I hung them all.

Hopefully, you can get an idea of how much power it takes to provide electricity for a retail store.
More to come.
:)...unlike my better half (bitter, currently?) I'm loving my job.

Monday, December 25, 2006

It's really an odd feeling to work on Christmas Day. Or any other holiday for that matter. The friends and family are celebrating, asking you over for dinner or a BBQ or what-have-you and you can't go because you have to work. It's a crunch on non-holidays as well such as when the good friend, who works M-F, 8 to 4 ask you to come to happy hour on Friday afternoon but you can't because you are working until 8pm that night and have to be back to work at 8am the next morning. And after the 1st of the year I start working until 11pm or later on weeknights plus a mandatory weekend shift every single weekend. If I'm lucky, I might see Rob on Sunday, provided nothing bad happens to me on the way to my car some night (it's not a very safe trip from work to car after about 9 pm.) And so I'm faced with a real dilemma. Because you see, I'm going to be fired on the 15th if I don't somehow cause my employees to drastically improve their performance. And while it might be possible to accomplish that, there's a part of me that really wants out of this job from hell and it's trying really hard to convince me to just do nothing and let myself get canned. Add to that the part of me that thinks not matter how hard I try, I'm never going to be good enough so why bother and it's a pretty tough fight between those two and my normal frame of mind which is to do the best I can do and what ever happens, happens. To say I'm conflicted right now would be an understatement. And even though this has all been roiling around in my brain for the last two weeks, I have, for the most part, kept the upper hand and continued to bust my ass at work despite the circumstances. I'm most likely a fool and it's probably all for naught, but if nothing else, I'm being true to myself. And I suppose in the long run, that's all that really matters.


James Brown passed away today. That's a christmas present I didn't need. 1933 to 2006...74 years old, man that's a long time. let us reflect on his many accomplishments. He was a leader in intrastate police chases while under the influence of PCP, after brandishing a shotgun on some real estate agents that were stinking up his "private" bathroom. Man! What an icon!
Seriously...he was an innovator, the true king of R&B and soul, and all that shit people are saying about him is true.
I mean the So. Carolina highway patrol shot his tires out from underneath him and he didn't fucking cool is that???
I will miss James Brown...and I want his cape...seriously.
I just hope god's ready for your bad ass ,James, peace out brother!

"I feel like a sex machine, when I'm not fucked up on PCP...OOOOWWWW!!!"


Clem and Jane wish you a merry christmas...

Just one more...


Sunday, December 24, 2006


I know I said I was out til 07...but these were too cool to not share. No more text nigga's! enjoy...

The reason for the season

Ann and her mama

Brandy, Sean and Kyle

The core fam...dude, we rule.

The best gift ever

All grown up...

His corner since he could fit in it...check the nutcracker...

Merry christmas niggas!!!!! :)
Merry Christmas and a Happier New Year
I'm working tomorrow so tonight is going to be Christmas for me. Works out since my family switched to doing the feast and present exchange on Christmas Eve at some point in my childhood, probably about the time I was old enough to attend midnight mass without falling asleep in the middle of it. I did my Christmas shopping today on Christmas Eve as I usually do, but it was even easier now that we've all moved to swapping cash for cash (or gift cards) as presents. This is even sillier than the old sweater and house-shoe exchange that we used to do. I did specifically request a sweater this year and I'm gonna laugh my ass off if I get a gift card or cash instead. Rob gave me a very nice (and very large) candle plus some beautiful champagne flutes for us to use on special occasions like annivesaries and New Years. I gave him a keyboard. Easy to tell who's the romantic, eh?

Here's wishing you all a wonderful time in what ever way you choose to celebrate the season.

Friday, December 22, 2006


Ryan and I have been cracking each other up this week with a variety of inane, pop culture morphs. Our favorite is the prayer from FMJ..."This is my rifle...", only we go: "This is my scissor lift, there are many like it,but this one is mine. Without me, my scissor lift is useless, without my scissor lift, I am useless"... or...rifiing on that line from Snakes on a plane..."What's up with all these motherfucking scissor lifts on this job that don't motherfucking lift?! I don't know about your contractor, but you have a scissor lift problem". and then there's " Robbbb, Robbbb, Rob Lobster!!!!" .
Today we did three 250 foot wire pulls...4 conducters, 4 neutrals, 1 dirty ground and 1 isolated ground...10 wires pulled through a 1 inch conduit x 3, 1 of which we had to run the conduit first. We followed each other around in lifts across a pitched ceiling that started at 20 ft. and our end point was 35 ft., navigating around all manner of airborne obstacles ( sprinkler pipes and HVAC ducts ) as well as shit on the ground (palets of lights, gang boxes, HVAC vents and hoods). Driving around in a lift reminds me alternately of Aliens, where Sigourney walks around in that lift loader of the future and Tron...for reasons yet to be defined, maybe it's the sound effects.
It was a gruelling day that started at 7am and ended at 6pm ( not counting the 35 minutes I spent looking for my keys...dammit! they were in my nail apron! ) DOH! Here's a shitty phone camera shot of me in all my safety gear...George, being old, cut off the top of my old people are wont to do.

Wer'e done until Tuesday...and so am I.
Merry merry everyone!!!!See you next week!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Here we go again
There's a saying that life is a series of lessons and you either learn the one you are working on and move to the next one or you keep repeating it over and over again until you finally get it. I'm apparently in the wash, rinse and repeat mode when it comes to jobs. It sort of goes like this: Bust ass, then get shit on and end up looking for a new job where I can repeat the process all over again. Mind you, I'm still employed at the moment, but the end might be very near. I'll let you know on or before January 15th.


Good buddy got out of parchment farm yesterday. He called me today to let me know and to thank me for coming to see him. was the least I could do, and I was glad to do it. Nuff said on that subject. He's out and reunited with his heart and home and that's good enough for me. You don't normally hear it in this context, but it couldn't of happened to a nicer guy.
In sort of related electrician news, I pulled wire with Ryan at 35 feet in the air on a lift, the pulling part made the lift rock back and forth like crazy, which freaked me didn't help that Ryan said " Did you take your dramamine today"? before lift off. The elevation doesn't bother me so much, it's the rocking back and forth and the terror of the lift falling over ( can't happen, but fear is fear right?)
Further challenges await...

Monday, December 18, 2006


Click on the little deflicted thumb for a BIG deflicted thumb...ouch.
Photo by Ann...thanks honey.


Dear Matt...
I saw the "teaser" clip of your little soap box thing over the weekend, and while I was initially impressed ("Hey! Matt Damon's giving Bush and his FAS "twin" daughters the one-two about the war! You go Matt!!!" ) Then the reality of what was really happening sunk in.
Grandstanding on a monumental and obscene scale. On the face of it I agree with you, the burden of this war should be shared by each and every able bodied american of an age to serve.
Which brings me to you, mister born on October 8th, 1970 . Let's see, that makes you 36. And that gives me an idea, why don't you join up and go over there and serve your country?And I don't mean some candy ass good will tour in the green zone...I mean combat in Anbhar. You could take Affleck with you and your whole entourage with a project greenlight crew and film the whole thing. And if you live through it, you can sell the film and make another kajillion bucks that your overpaid yankee ass doesn't deserve.
Well...what about it big man at the microphone? What's that? You have "other priorities"? Like Cheney, I guess.
Pick up a gun or get over yourself, you've been hanging out with Clooney too much lately.
Hugs...mean it! :)
Th' Rev.

Saturday, December 16, 2006


My buddy and our drummer, Swampy...AKA Badger...AKA Bill, gives me lighters. Sometimes for no reason, sometimes on occaisions. On my birthday this year I got a lighter in the shape of a mini microphone... a shure sm-58...mesh head old school shit. But get this, it's also a flashlight! I got a coffin shaped one a couple years ago with a skull and iron cross crossbones and a turtle one that when you pull down on his arm fire shoots out of his mouth. They totally rule. As does my bro...


Wishing you all the best ...

Ann & Rob

Thursday, December 14, 2006


Every morning break there are two taco trucks waiting for us in the parking lot. The first time I scored it was from the woman in a sonoma pick-up truck with an oven in the bed (covered with a camper shell) and some ice chests with drinks. Since I have a minimal at bestgrasp of spanish, I searched the bin labels and recognized pollo (HEY! That's CHICKEN!) and papas (That's POTATO!). I got one...and spent the rest of the day in the grip of a acid indigestion/gaseous clay/nausea/feverish haze. It was miserable. I thought I had some rolaids in my bag (salvation!) only to discover one lone powdery tablet at the bottom of my bag. I felt like shite for the rest of the night, and the next day I was told of the "real" taco truck.
This dude has the best Carne Guisada tacos I've ever had...ever . They rule.
But, lunch is another story.
We get 30 minutes, and our location makes it difficult to go anywhere and botulism taco woman is the only one who comes back at lunch. So, I got some lunch stuff tonight and packed my lunch.
Check this:
For tomorrow I have:
Bologna,ham and cheese sammy
Peanut butter and apple jelly sammy (yes...I forgot the honey...again)
2...yes...2 pudding cups. Chocolate / vanilla swirl and chocolate / cookie dough
4 cans of coke.
My daily rations will be the envy of everyone on my crew, I tell you!!!
The ENVY!!!!!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006


You should never watch 4 episodes of Six Feet Under back to back even though you and A&E think it's a good idea. If you have issues with: death, dysfunctional families or death, they will come up...spectacularly well written and produced in your mind.

If you worked on a crisis intervenion team in a psych hospital, it's not a good idea to wind down after a shift filled with violence and dispair by drinking/drugging with your co-workers while watching movies about the war in Viet Nam. Sure, it makes for some great stories later on in life, but your reality will be forever skewed and your soul will be damaged.

But, oddly enough, you can live with that.

If you are at the grocery and decide not to buy any honey (for honey and peanut butter sandwiches for your work lunch ) because you are certain there is some in the pantry at home...there isn't. And you will have to make do with grape jam and PB instead, because Ann wasn't wearing her glasses at the store and got jam instead of jelly, and she thought jam did'nt even exist anymore.

Jam should not's like marmalades retarded cousin.

We have the cuddliest dogs ever...

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Holacaust my way over there...please...I'll do the world a favor. I can't believe anyone would negotiate with the likes of this pile of hate and shit...and his latest calls to eliminate israel just underline his insanity.
Really, call me.


Oh my god...I am paying for my sins apparently. I'm at the haverty's job site and our task was to dig out the main feed pipes going under the building, cut off the offending, retarded looking 90 degree bends behind the couplings, attach new couplings and replace the 90's like they were meant to be. We spent all day on this little project, and at the end of it, had removed 2 and a half of the offending 90's, covered ourselves in mud and cuts and smoked a shitload of cigarettes when it wasn't our turn to dig , saw, chip hammer, or otherwise try to remove this bullshit.
If this is electrician purgatory, I am in heaven! I fucking loved it.
This site is a wasteland of clusterfucks gone's amazing.
And today the general contractor cut our schedule by 10 starting tomorrow it's 5 tens...10 hours of overtime a week, just in time for christmas...HOO-WHEE!!!!
Stay tuned for pictures...tomorrow...maybe.
Sign me...
beat down but smiling.
Update: I forgot the most interesting part of all of this, usually the trades break down like this: Electricians: predominantly white rednecks, a few black dudes, a few hispanics. Construction/drywall: wetbacks, erm..."guestworkers". HVAC: white rednecks, an occaisional hispanic. The HVAC ( heating,ventilation and air conditioning) crewon this job are...brace yourself Special K are raisins! Yes sir... certified, dyed in the wool gooks.
Chuck,Dink, Slope, whatever you wanna call em, Vietnamese. Not one of them over 5 foot 1. And since there is no music allowed on this job ( :( ), we are serenaded by the beautiful sing songy ness of vietnamese. I joke, I use slang names, but really, these people amaze me. And the language is like music, sometimes grating, like when one of them fucks something up, but generally a very pleasing sound. I did'nt like the gooks that were shooting at my friends in nam, but these guys are cool. They squat or sit on thier hard hats during breaks, eat noodles at break and lunch,and chain smoke like motherfuckers. Attributes that had been presented to me in film and lore as sterotypical are just that, but it's become clearer to me that this is a cultural thing. That's just how those "little motherfuckers" are, like I'm a white redneck electrician...and let me tell you...they kick some ass when it comes to HVAC...and they have their own microwave! How cool is that?
Now, K, I know "raisin" is a term you use to generalize old folks, but alot of those raisins are asian and on the bus...if memory serves.
This isn't like saying "NIGGA" is it? Bwahahahaahahahahahahahahahhahaha!!!!!!!

Sunday, December 10, 2006


Yesterday was SO many memories. When I got home, I followed a thread from crooks and liars that started with a Bon Scott era AC/DC clip at YouTube and ended at after 3 in the morning...
Today I went to waterloo and bought "let there be rock", Joan Osbornes "Relish" (What if god was one of us) and a Sabbath DVD..."last supper". We put up christmas lights to this today...To this stuff...old days, old ways...rock and roll...the sabbath DVD rules for the heros.

And look what happened...
What if god was ONE OF US?

Update....11:45pm...I watched the season closer of the wire, it ruled. I had the late night munchies, so we went to kerbey lane on south lamar. Had'nt been there in a while, service was spotty, food too...I forgot it was a pay your server joint and left a tip at our table and tried to pay the "hostess" (you know,by the CASH register) she informed me that unless I was paying with a credit card she could'nt help I track down our waitress and pay her...I jokingly made a comment about the hostess's inabilty to do simple math. As we exited the lane, said hostess followed us outside and called me on my comment...the emo-busboy apparently ratted me out. She says " That guy behind you (emo-busboy) said you said I was a bitch who didn't understand simple math".
As Ann was saying it was a joke, I was saying yes and the bitch spun on her heels and went back inside...Before the door shut I got off a loud "FUCK YOU".
Made my weekend, that.

Saturday, December 09, 2006


We came,we saw, it was awesome.

front: Mike, Toody, Sister. back: Bill, me, Debbie.

L to R: Sister, Debbie, Toody, Bruce, Mike, Bill, Lanora

Me and Rita...

It was a blast...

Friday, December 08, 2006


It was very cold this morning, and I was still hobbling around like Chester from Gunsmoke. We pulled wire, all day. 150 foot runs, 5 in each pull, 4 500's and a #8 ground. Something happened to my ankle mid afternoon ( in that fucking manhole ) and suddenly I wasn't Chester anymore, I was walking like Hazel...50's sitcom staple. It was like my head and shoulders were in a deathrace with my legs. I was not amused, but I'm sure the people who saw me were. I'm back to almost normal gait at this writing.
At the end of the day I got the news. I've been moved again to another "hot spot" starting monday. Oh well, it's the nature of the trade I guess. I know alot of the guys there and have worked for the foreman before, so, new site, old friends.It's a crew of 18 working 2 shifts so there'll be some overtime involved I'm sure.
I'm gonna miss working with Kevin and Tiny, but I'm sure we'll cross paths again.
I confirmed our brunch with Toody this evening, I told her I had some surprizes for her and she said " I can handle that honey, see you at 11" ...Fearless, that one!
I took swampy's advice and there'll be a stop at the florists beforehand tomorrow. Swampy is another surprize...amongst others.
Look for pictures and commentary tomorrow night.

Thursday, December 07, 2006


Saturday is fast approaching, and my anxiety is turning into this mix of excitement / let's get it over with already kind of mish-mash. I got a confirmation call from sister tonight, who is bringing another old friend with her. I'm glad I set this whole thing up after everythings said and done, not just to see people I have'nt seen in 30 years, but rather to pay respect to the woman who touched all of our lives in significant ways. That's it really. I for one can say frankly, that had Toody Byrd not been involved in my life, I would probably be dead, or worse, in some prison somewhere, not to say that I was that bad...I was just impulsive and misguided, and, well, stupid. Toody kept me, and all of us really, from falling off our own particular brinks we flitted around.
So saturday has a special meaning for me. A reverence if you will. And, as Mike says "she's gotta be what?112 years old by now"? I want to believe that she will be here forever, doling out homespun nuggets of genious to the following generations of lost boys and girls.
She should be sainted as far as I'm concerned.
I'm gonna take a shitload of pictures...that's for sure.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


This is the manhole we pulled our wire from.

Here's a close up showing my first ever "forming up" over the reminded me of those volcano science projects from grade school.

Here's the building we pulled the wire to...taken from the distance from the manhole, about 150 ft..

Exciting stuff, huh?

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


You know what I mean...Limberger, shrimp, sardine, open sewer. We've all smelled ourselves...and, unfortunately, others in our proximity. The smell of stale knickers. As repulsed as we are, it defines us in a way. I smell like Suzi's chinese kitchen grease pit. Is it time for the Wire replay yet? No?have I killed enough time? The Icy hot isn't burning my nostrils anymore... I think I'll look for that TSOL CD.....:)


I don't know if it's been the colder mornings (low to mid 30's), being outside in it or having to make my 47 year old bones bend in ways and contort in confined spaces, but I suspect it's a combination of these things making me HURT.
This morning, I hobbled to the shower Tim Conway style circa Carol Burnett. I was good after the hot shower, but dammit! I'm too young to feel like this. I need BW to conjure me a spell to make my bones and muscles young again! At least 35...please??? It would go a long way in solving the problems of the world, I swear!
My world, anyway.
Pictures of this fire base tomorrrow, promise...described by a member of another trade as the worst site he'd ever been on. Now, I don't know about all that, there seems to be a bit of personal connected to that comment. We're just doing electrical work.
Actually, I was cutting and gluing PVC pipe most of the day,taking me back to the days when I was a pool nigga, and much to my surprize, I enjoyed it out of context. But not as much as I enjoyed saying pool NIGGA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sunday, December 03, 2006


Even though it was on thursday, the real birthday deal did'nt happen until last night and today. Ann and I stayed up late, drank way more than normal, played music really loud and sang along with every song, danced with each other and the dogs. I brought in the 7 tennis balls I'd collected from the current job and played crazy fetch with sully, in between go-go dancing to the totally awesome TSOL song "Flowers by the Door" (a totally go-go dancer amazing song) . Theo and Irene got into the act as well. It was cool.
Slept in this morning and headed out to brunch around and margs with our buddy Joel...he got me these for a gift:

That's my lunchbox in the background....HOO-WHEE! :).
You know, I don't feel blessed very often, but today I did. My girl, one of my best friends, good food and can't ask for more.

Friday, December 01, 2006


"Sorry 'bout that, Niggas"...

"Sorry 'bout that, Jews"...

"Sorry 'bout that, impressionable young boys I assfucked"...

"Sorry 'bout that, congregation of 40 million...oh, yeah, you too honey"...

I read this at CNN...amazing! I never thought it was this fucking easy!
Read this bullshit from CNN, The HUGE moving conveyor belt section is particularly gag inducing..."Therapeutic culture" ??? Please. This "culture" hasn't been "therapeutic" in at least a generation, in the real sense of the word anyway.
So let me make sure I understand how this works...Show your ass...apologize publicly...ZING!!!...problem solved! Well, in that case...

"Sorry 'bout that, world"...
Man! Do I feel better, or what?

Thursday, November 30, 2006

"HEY MAN...ROB...I'M STUCK...STUCK...DON'T MOVE THE LADDER...hang on a second."

This from the guy that fucked with me about my issues with heights...seems like everyone has limits when it comes to elevation. Can lights, spiral staircase, 35 feet, nothing to grab onto, top step of a 12 footer. So here he is, stuck at the top of a 12 footer, one hand braced on the wall, one hand holding the trim, STUCK. Inches away from a 35 foot fall. I say " do you want me to let go of the ladder and come around front and catch the trim to free up a hand"? NO...don't MOVE the ladder! And in the slowest motion I have ever seen, he "unstuck" himself and climbed on down saying "fuck it"."They don't pay me enough for this shit".
I guess I'm not the only one after all. I said nothing...He was right, I know about stuck. Frozen at fatal height. Very fucking scarey. That's a long way to land. Land being the operative word.
Even super Kevin has his limits, and I can respect that. With a grin.


The work had slowed down at the last job, so my contractor only needed 1 crew so me and my journeyman got shipped off to sites that needed help. He went south and I went north. Just north of the river. To the holes in the ground and the semi finished building that will eventually be Westwood country club's new pro shop. (10 times the size of our home)
When I was working for the hellspawn pool and spa company, we redid the pool at the country club proper. Surprisingly, it still looks pretty good...from a distance. I hope to check it out more closely tomorrow.
The foreman on this job is a journeyman I worked with at UT a couple years ago, he's a good guy. The other IJ there is this guy Tiny ( surprise, he's not ) , I met him at a happy hour a couple of months ago and he has that kind of punk rock sensibility that makes for an easygoing "connected through the music scene" kind of connection. So, as far as personalities are concerned it's all good. And, well, it's electric work. Familiar tasks, different setting.
A word about westwood and it's members....$$$$$. Nuff said about that except...snazzy from top to bottom. It's kind of scarey installing fixtures that cost more than I make in a month.
I'll try to take some pics tomorrow.
My birthday present rolled in around midnight this morning in the form of our first cold snap, complete with rain and a bit of sleet. It was 37f when I arrived this morning, and still dark. I parked and my left front tire "found" our trench line, sinking halfway into the wet mud. I was stuck. But with an assist from my fellow electricians at lunch, I was soon free of the mire. I fucking love cold weather, rain or's so much better than sweating in fucking november.
It's bowling tonight with Ann's work crowd. And tomorrow begins the real party, though I'm not sure what I want to do. Turning 47 seems to warrant a wake really, if I think about it. An IRISH wake!!! And if they have the greasy, cheesy bowling alley enchiladas, I might (gastronomically, anyway) start the (Q)wake early!

Monday, November 27, 2006


Even niggas apparently. Paul Mooney, a black comic, will forego using the "N word" in his routines. This will make him 25% less funny than the 50% funny he had. Russell Simmons, of def comedy jam and def poetry jam fame on HBO lamented, "That cracker really fucked that my performers can't say "nigga", my shows will be 30 minutes long instead of an hour...fucking white devil. "I bet he's a jew...bastard" he further opined, before Diddy came into the room, where he said " Diddy! What up NIGGA...I mean strong black man with ties to gangtas an' shit" . "That just doesn't convey the essence of nigga...know what I'm sayin' man?" as he wiped the coke residue offa his nose.
Chris Rock and Eddie Murphy were unavailable for calls to their agents only got a "nigga please" recorded message.
Bill Cosby was quoted as saying " I-buhh no-be like-be-niggabe stereotype-buh" then rolled his eyes in a step-n-fetch it manner, much to the glee of the 15 white people present.
Colin Powell presented a powerpoint presentation at the UN showing the devastating effects of the use of the term "Nigga", only to refute it hours later on BET saying " I was just clownin' ". "Condoleeza made me do that shit, man, she be puttin' th nigga down an shit". He continued. Dr. Rice was unavailable for comment, but a representative from her office said " Dubya treats her like a house nigga, and she likes dat shit".
Come's a fucking word...Adopted by the very people it was meant to deride and nullified years ago.
Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson have too much fucking time on they hands...Niggas!!!!!


I had some time over the thanksgiving break to peruse a number of blogs, both left and right leaning and have come to the following conclusion. ALL of us are completely and utterly full of shit.
Oh, sure, the shit is more twisted and vile from some than from others...that Malkin bitch gets serious craziness props, someone needs to hit her in the face with a sock full of woodscrews...
But I digress. NBC came out this morning with the proclamation that there is indeed a civil war going on in Iraq (DUH!). Apparently, they even backed this claim up with the definition of civil war (like we don't already know)...Here's the miriam-webster definition:
Main Entry: civil war
Function: noun
: a war between opposing groups of citizens of the same country

Pretty simple, huh? Hard to imagine that this has been a topic of hot debate...Sunni's and Shia's killing each other in growing numbers and ferocity, while using coalition troops to sight in the weapons.
I understand the white house reacted strongly to NBC's surprising exercise in clarity and denied that it's a civil war...big surprise there, and, oh yeah, fuck you white house.
Now, while our "great democratic coalition" may have yanked the cork out of the bottle, truth is, the cork has been leaky for years. The invasion provided them with an excuse to kill the fuck out of each other.And that's exactly what they're doing.
(Here comes my very own full of shit opinion ) And I say let them. Let's get the hell out of there as fast as we can and let those sunni and shia motherfuckers wage their war of attrition and genocide to their black little hearts content. Eventually, they'll kill enough of each other to realize the insanity of it all...I mean, there aren't enough morgues there as it is. When you have to walk to the market over a 5 foot pile of bodies, something has to give, right? It's their country after all.

Friday, November 24, 2006


I am so self important and believe I am the funniest cartoonist alive that I bring you this... follow the links...enjoy.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, lucky 13

HOO-WHEE! and GOLL- DANG-IT Ya'll...


Hard to believe he's been in there for 28 days...and still no court appointed attorney. The law says you should have one ( if requested ) within 2 weeks of being incarcerated. One was requested. Seems to me this is a violation of his civil rights, unless "dubya" scratched that particular one out.
But more to the point, he's skinny...he's vacant looking, his spirit has can see it in his eyes. To say that it was a hard visit would diminish his situation, we, after all, are on the free side of the glass. I miss my friend...that's my only legitimate gripe. 6 more days to the hearing...may it pass quickly.

Thursday, November 23, 2006


I saw this tour at the Ritz in 85 with my buddy Mark was the show where a baldheaded lesbian in black leather threw a cup of piss on's in the book "get in the van".
Black Flag fucking rules.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006


New comic...


Seriously...enjoy the day with your loved ones, be safe.



Tuesday, November 21, 2006


...Snagged the new System of a Down CD ( to me anyway ) it fucking RULES.
Nuff said. "Feed us lies from the tablecloth"...what a lyric.
Just some random ramblings....

Yesterday, the sheetrock guys were cutting some fire resistant board about 5 feet away from me and my ladder...the rising stench was awful, yet familiar. By the end of the day, between that smell and the adhesive they were using I had a Casino scale headache. So this morning they were busily sawing away and it hit me...speed. It smelled like the speed we used to snort back in the day. ugh. And that fucking saw was killing me....high pitch grindy death to the ears ( like I need more hearing loss ). My foreman took pity and sent me upstairs to install can lights.The painters up there had thier radio on...tuned to" the river". That's a contemporary christian station. Every song sounds the same, praising the lord in the cheesiest lyrical way EVER. The lord may have claimed these artists souls, but he forgot to infuse them with the ability to write a song that is not the equivilent of a sharp kick to the testicles every 5 minutes. Suddenly, I was missing the saw noises and smells of past substance abuse.

I got an email back from my first girl...she'll be in town over christmas. Lunch! or something! I remember her mom once said of me: " The eyes are the window to the soul, and when I look in his eyes I see nothing ". Wow...How fucking wrong can a person be? Awww, she was probably just being a mom. Right? Right????

I went and wired in a junction box between a pond pump and the outlet for an old friend after work today, it reminded me of how much I like doing helpful things for people I care about, people in general really...but especially friends. I finally have a vocation that is a viable avocation, as opposed to that social worker people want advice from a junior psychologist. HA!

..."All you maggots smoking fags out there on santa monica boulevard...." " You should of never trusted Hollywood".
System of a Down.

Good night Irene :)

Monday, November 20, 2006


I've been all private investigator these last few weeks, organizing the Toody brunch coming up on the 9th. Finding and contacting folks I haven't seen or heard from in 25 or 30 years. While on the face of it, it's been cool. I found sister and she's coming. Outside of that, I found someone else through classmates. My first real girl. The first girl I ever "loved". And I loved her off and on through junior high and high school. I got that email "xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx has sent you an email! become a gold member now and read her email". Fine, classmates, you wore me down and if there was anyone I would pay to read an email...she's the one.
I ran into her once briefly in the mid 90's...a fleeting moment with no follow up.
I read, I replied. We'll see.
This has all kind of fucked with my head, I'm orchestrating a reunion of people who haven't seen each other in this particular configuration in 30 years. Will it go well or blow up in my face?
I'm calling in my karma on this one, to be sure.
Here's a comic to help illustrate.



Thursday, November 16, 2006


I don't know if you've ever heard the expression "trying to fit 5 pounds of shit in a 2 pound bag" , but that's been our life on the job lately. There is so much other stuff above them...HVAC, fire suppression lines and our own feeder conduit, that it's been a real challenge to get the lighting in the way the owner wants it. It's directional recessed lighting designed to illuminate specific areas of the business. But, we are prevailing, albiet with many meetings with the "design team", owner and our foreman.
The crew that built this cloud ceiling amaze me in the way they can mold metal. It's nice to look at, but it's like trying to install lights in a maze of razor hands and arms are chewed up!

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Another view...

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Nice work,eh?




Wednesday, November 15, 2006


Have no doubt...she is the queen of the pack.


Some of you may recall our brunch with Toody Byrd back in July. Well...once again we get to hold court with our most favorite mogur of all time on dec. 9th. The list of attendees has grown considerably and include sister and a few others I have'nt seen in almost 30 years. This time I'm bringing the camera and I'll remembr to use it!
As cowboy clem would say...HOO-WHEE!!!!




Saturday, November 11, 2006


I went to see a friend out in Del Valle county jail tonight. I went with a friend in was some hard shit. We thought it would be a contact visit, but no, it was through the glass on a phone.It was difficult on so many levels...first and foremost, we were the only white people there...the waiting room was full of people of color, I'm sorry to say the shallow end of the gene pool
there to see the drain scraps of a father,son,brother reduced to a grey and black striped uniform (at least the colors rock).
I was glad to see him.But it made me sad.For him, his family and everyone else there...except us, we got to drive away.
This time.
I don't wanna go to Parchment farm no more.
Till next week anyway.

Friday, November 10, 2006


What is he? A 66 camaro? I've never heard of this "restoration" process ever in my life. Pillar of salt, yeah...the trials of job...with you there...Restored??? Come on.
Here's a comic that pretty much sums it up.
These people make me sick.

Thursday, November 09, 2006


You know, I don't spend alot of time surfing porn...but when I do, it's at free sites. Some of the link descriptions are howlingly funny,and I've often thought to myself,"self, you should make fun of this shit someday".
Well...someday has passed me by.Those fine upstanding folks at have been running a column called " the horrors of pornography" for a while now. But this time they have outdone themselves...

laugh like you have never laughed before,provided you surf porn every once and a while

Probably not safe for work...not graphic, just suggestive.



(click for the full effect)

Q1: Ricco, you are the leader of a notorious gang,feared and respected...I'm curious...why the "fuck you" eyebrows?Are they real of fake?
Ricco: They real biotch! You think they ain't?My babies mama's third cousin from a white dude who chipped my mama's sister gave me these on my homies couch while I was sleepin'.
Q2: Sleeping???
Ricco: Why you sweatin' me skill?...OK...I was passed out at a party and my homies thought it would be like, funny or sumpin' to give me a tat.
Q3:So what you're saying is your "fuck you" eyebrow tat was a joke...did you see the humor in it?
Ricco: After I dusted that motherfucker,yeah...then it was kinda funny, like BLAM! you tattooed my face but I blew yours up biotch! Funny like that, ya know/
Q4:So you killed the person who tattooed your eyebrows?
Ricco: Sure as we're sittin' here...(smug look)
Q5: Any benefits to having "fuck you" tattooed on your eyebrows?
Ricco: It adds tremendously to my ability to mad dog the white boys when I'm in jail.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


Jumping for joy...the house is ours! Somehow the traffic around the job seemed less pretentious and stuck up. The world had unclenched.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


I will direct you to a new addition to our who are doing a very good job of posting results as they trickle in.
It's my job to pontificate and bloviate about these assholes running our country, and I'm happy to do that. So here goes.
I was in high school when Nixon fucked himself and it was my first "hello???" that the people we elected to run the country didn't give a shit about us or the country as much as they gave a shit about power and personal gain. It's only gotten worse since then. I don't care which party has been in control from Nixon til now, they have both been plagued with scandals, real or manufactured by the opposing party. But scandals nonetheless. Trying to make each other look bad...let's see- Ford pardoned Nixon. Carter botched a rescue mission and fucked some women in his head or as he put it, "Lusted in mah heart" to Rolling Stone. Reagan...can you say Iran-Contra and alzhiemers at the same time? Me neither, but he could and did. This was the turning point for me. I was radicalized. I had lost my respect for the government of this country and the increasingly corrupt and self centered "gangs" running it. You know...turf,money,product.
Then you have the man responsible for providing the seed that has us where we are today...Check this name: George Herbert Walker Bush. So more Iran-Contra, that sock monkey of a VP, Quayle,the first gulf war ( which my dad would've called a "DRY HUMP" in unsatisfactory re: conclusion) Here's the first blatant oil connection as he changed the sheets and got in bed with Saudi Arabia...the oil stains were the same,just bigger. Kissinger reels in and out of this freakshow, shaking blood off his hands.
Then it's Clinton...what a presidency...He did amazing things. Paid off the debt...surplus...record shit for the economy.Diplomacy. What a president...But he's still a weasel. God love him...he's a weasel. Why? Because he's a politician. Albiet, one who had/has the right idea about how to run a country. But he is most remembered for what? A blow job. Well, actually, the end result of a blow job, a small amount that ended up on a dress. Where do you think the rest of it ended up? I know where. Think about it for a minute, you are the president of the US of motherfucking A, things are going well all around, you got this chubby but hot intern breathing down your crotch. A blowwie in the OVAL FUCKING OFFICE????What would YOU do?Be honest now...your pushing 50 and this 20-something intern wants to smoke you? Please.
I once bent this chick over on a caseworkers desk on a nightwatch shift at a treatment center and fucked her lights out...No clients died. Sure, it was inappropriate, but it was SEX. I didn't invade a country and cause the deaths of over 2800 americans in the name of oil profits...not to mention the hundreds of thousands of "indigenous personnel". I just fucked a chick...not a country, not a system, not an ideology, and certainly not a reputation.The trackmarks on the caseworkers desk top calander bore testament to my lack of concern for "reputation" at that time, which brings me back to Clinton. He wasn't thinking of was his first BJ in years!!! HOO-WEE!!!
Which leads me to the asshat currently in charge.
George W. Bush and everyone even remotely connected to him or his party.
Cross your fingers-hold your breath-may this kick you from your sleep.

Monday, November 06, 2006




*Not his real name

(click on the pic to get the erm...full effect)

Th' Rev: Mr. Himmler...Please explain the platform of the aryan nation.
Himmler: WHITE POWER!!! It's that simple Rev...we have to get over on the mud people and the jews and preserve our god given right to be white and proud. WHITE POWER!!! RAHOWA!!! SKREWDRIVER RULES!!!
Th' Rev: Our research indicates that you are a convicted felon...a criminal. How is that a demonstration of pride for the caucasion race?
Himmler:WHITE POWER!!! It's all the mud people and jews fault that the white man has been beat down, what with all the mixing of races, I mean, just look at eminem and k-fed, what more proof do you need???WHITE POWER!!! Send em all back to affica and jewland!!! RAHOWA!!! If those darkies had'nt started sellin' the crack and the meth, I wouldn't be in here right now. WHITE POWER!!!
Th' Rev:What is your level of education? Did you graduate high school or recieve your GED?
Himmler: WHITE POWER!!!! GED?!?! Fuck that man! I gots me a GAD...Graduate in Aryan Discipline! WHITE POWER!!!!
Th' Rev: Why are you so heavily tattooed?
Himmler: WHITE POWER!!! It shows I'm down with the brotherhood and intimidates all the monkey's in here. WHITE POWER!!!
Th' Rev: Is it effective?
Himmler: WHITE POWER!!! No, not really, sometimes I wonder if the older brothers are fucking with me about the tats...but hey...WHITE POWER!!! PRIDE!!! RAHOWA!!!!
Th' Rev: One final question...Is Jolene your girl on the outside?
Himmler: WHITE POWER!!!!'s this black dude up on C block...speakin' of, I gotta go bring him his cigarettes see ya' WHITE POWER!!!
Th' Rev: OK...Thanks Himmler, for that insight into your cause...Goodnight america! Until next time.....


Dear Bobby,
I notice that your picture has your mouth covered in GOLD spray paint. Was that a one time deal? I like silver myself, but my homies tease me an' shit sayin' silver's for da bitches an dat makes
me a bitch. Please give me the 411 on paint color!
Keep on Huffin'!!!
Raj in Racine

Dis here goal pent in mah chins is da shit man! Snurf!Hack!wheeze! Trueliously do, keep on the bag for as long as me is an' you wone gib a shit what color you be huffin'.Blarrrghhhhhhhh!

Sunday, November 05, 2006


Went to the celtic fest today...pretty cool. Also had a nice brunch and after all that watched "A history of violence"...excellent film.
Later on I went shopping for work clothes and scored.
I wanted some chain mail, but they didn't have my size...:)

New one...


Saturday, November 04, 2006


I went to target to replace the spoon and spatula sullivan chewed up last weekend...I ended up with spoon,slotted spoon, ladel and spatula...then I saw THIS:

At 10 bucks I could not resist...cookie jar o' treats...they already know where it is.

Friday, November 03, 2006


He admits to calling a gay prostitute for a "massage", scoring speed from him but he threw it away and did'nt have sex with him.
Ok...a massage is geared toward relaxing...speed is decidedly I must draw the conclusion that what really happened was:
He called this gay prostitute,did some speed with him and they sucked each others cocks, repeatedly over a three year period.

Haggard also denies ever doing drugs..."Not even in high school" was the quote.
Please...What an idiot.

This infidel was the leader of one of the largest evangelical organizations in america...some 30 million members strong and a vocal (read : hateful ) opponent to gay rights/marriage.
Based out of the church of the hopelessly blind in Colorado Springs, this asshole held court to the core of the Bush cheerleading squad of idjits and igmorammesuses as bugs would say.
You want to know what's wrong with america?
Take a look at this two faced piece of shit and then file him away with Foley,Ney,Abramoff, the sitting administration and the ever growing list of fallen players connected to them and the crime wave they have been perpetrating on us since Bush took office.
They are undoing themselves before god and everybody.
And I'm loving every fucking minute.
I leave you with this new comic...


They deserve our revulsion and rejection...VOTE for change!

Thursday, November 02, 2006


Speaking of head injuries...I woke up with one of those sinus infections that make your teeth hurt...MEH.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


That's it...I'm beat!


Work - much the same, yet different
Being sick this last week has put an interesting spin on things at work. I actually missed a day of work last Thursday (the first absence I've had in over a year) because I couldn't muster the energy to put on clothes and walk out the door. Apparently a 101 degree fever can do that to a person. I did go to work the next day, still sick, but able to get dressed and make it to the workplace. Rinse and repeat for the rest of this new six day work week requirement, but there's been none of this extra working from home that I used to do. Every ounce of my energy has been consumed just trying to make it through the day at the office so when I get home, I pretty much just slug down some TheraFlu and go back to bed. The good news is that today I'm finally feeling a bit better and may actually stay up for a few hours. The better news is that I had a lot of time to think while I spent all that time laying in bed and realized that if I can't get it all done in a six day work week, then they can just fire me and find someone else who can. I'm no longer willing to work those long hours just to hang on to this crappy job. I've never been fired from a job for poor job performance before, but it certainly wouldn't be the end of the world if it happens.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006


I had this bright idea to write my autobiography on this blog...and I did. I tried to be humorous and insightful and give my half dozen readers some insight into how I ended up being me. There was a specific post from the high school days involving a girl and a hitchhiking trip to Houston. I tried to find the post without success, but I did find the girl tonight.
Awhile back, I joined can I say, I had a buzz. Anyway, ever since I've gotten emails from them excitedly announcing how many of my "old friends" had joined and when I tried to see who they were I was thwarted with "you can contact all your old friends once you become a premium member (read:pay us money). The final straw was an email telling me that "David Richter has sent you an email!!!(but you can't see it until you pay us money) .
Fuck you suck. Not only do you exploit peoples sense of nostalgia, but you don't even provide a contact address so I can tell you to fuck off.
However...I am smarter than you. I re-registered using Robert instead of Rob and commenced my search for David unhindered by your pop ups an' shit promoting "gold" membership.
So...while looking for David, I come across this name...BG.
Sister!!! God Damn!!!
I opened another tab, pulled up whitepages, and within 5 minutes had a number that I was almost certain had to be her. I took a chance and dialed. What's the worst thing that could happen? Nope, I'm not her you!
It was her! And I was asleep in the back of that car all over again...rolling towards Houston.
We talked for a long time, but not long enough to close that 30 year gap.
We'll see each other soon...a couple hundred miles down the highway ain't nothin'.
Big smile...

Monday, October 30, 2006

Saturday, October 28, 2006


There's lots of knick-knack-brick-a-brack here at clubspit. So,why would I suddenly start buying bobbleheads?

Because I can...that's why. I like that not some cool looking shit?
We met our dear friend and guitarist, LT, at La Feria for brunch this morning in honor of his birthday and quevos rancheros with a pork chop...and margs...and bloody mary's. It was just the band and Badger's brother in law, Ted, long time supporter of us wolves. It was fun.
Good friends, food and drinks...
Have a great halloween weekend!


Thanks Uncle Tupelo! And whoever wrote that more inside joke

Thursday, October 26, 2006


My first experience with that song title* was back in the 70's and that was a Budgie song. Later on (sometime in the late 80's) that song was usurped by ProPain's totally original song of the same name. Both are very ugly songs seperated by a decade of ever increasing ugliness. I love them both equally since I remember the respective levels of ugliness.
So...I'm sitting here listening to my new mp3 player and I can play the guitar like a motherfucking RIOT!!! Ooops...sorry, but Love is what I got.
Ann's taking her turn in the sick bed...thanks BW, for the spell...worked like a charm! I'm not sick wife is. Are you by any chance related to Aunt Clara from bewitched? :)
And yes...I remove labels but not the plastic protective covers from my gadgets. Go figure.
Whose fist is this anyway? followed by Cheap day return...and then Black
Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam...ok, and your point is?
So I get this call this after from the union dude who presides over the evaluations reminding me of my evaluation on saturday(?). It went like this:
Me: Hello?
Him: Is this Robert?
Me: Yes...Hi XXXX....
Him: I'm just calling to remind you of your evaluation this saturday
Me: No...I said I'd call you to reschedule.
(remember...the last time I saw him was at class last thursday, deathly ill)
Him: said this saturday ( getting agitated)
Me: But it's halloween....
Him: No...Halloween is Tuesday.
Me: But all the parties are this weekend.
Him: You're gonna be partying on saturday morning??? ( clearly agitated)
Me: No, But I'm meeting a friend for brunch...It's his birthda....(cuts me off)
Him: (flashpoint!) Well then I guess I'll just catch you next time (sounds of items flying off his desk I guess) hangs up.
Me: XXXX???Hold on a sec...oh, he hung up.
You know what?
I know what I said last Thursday.
You know what else?
Fuck this guy. I mean...he's all union and a third generation electrician, I respected him alot more before this phone call.
And you know what else?
Snap your fingers, snap your neck!
Here's a COMIC made by my son...very fucking funny...enjoy.
Identify the songs/bands in this post if you can...Uh-hahhhaha...go get some percocets....uhhahaha! careful with that mic.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Still working
I was weighing my options when a coworker beat me to the punch by announcing his resignation. This was quickly followed by the announcement of a mandatory six day work week that must include an 8 hour weekend shift. Now faced with the prospect of extra work due to a coworker leaving plus extra hours that now have to be put in on every weekend, I was tempted to say, "Fuck you, I resign as well." But it felt so wrong that I just couldn't do it. And if learned anything over the years, it's that if something feels that wrong then I better pay attention and take another path. What path that will be I'm not sure, but it doesn't involve a resignation letter at this point.

Monday, October 23, 2006


I woke up last thursday all stuffy and sneezing and hot, which was odd because a cold front had come in. I felt like shit all day,all coughy and running nose. I went to a class at the local and sat for almost 4 hours in a room with the ac set at 68f...I was shivering when I left. I ran the heater in my car full blast on the way home. I wore a jacket to work friday morning.
Let me clarify some things:
I never get sick.
I never run the heater in my car.
I don't bust out a jacket until it's below 40f.
I like 68f.
I made it through friday but coughed like a TB hurt so bad it bent me over, when I was coughing, all other activity stopped. The shit coming up was evil and green.Evil green.
I went to bed early friday, and with the exception of posting here and a short trip for some mexican food saturday, stayed there all weekend. When we got home from dinner saturday, our new neighbor ( more on her later ) came over and asked for assistance getting into her house...she had locked herself out (again). So...I got the screen out of the bathroom window and got the window out of the track, but I was too big to crawl through. So I helped her up and over. She was wearing baggy shorts.No panties. I didn't need to see that. Especially with Ann right behind me,seeing that I was seeing the carpet matching the drapes if you catch my drift.
Sunday was spent in bed. I woke up this morning still clogged, hot and miserable.
So I stayed home...again.
Lot's of TV and cuddling with the dogs. Saw Dawn of the new favorite movie of the moment.
Felt good enough this evening to go with Ann to eat, buy some headphones for Ann, a new, more work friendly mp3 player (creative labs ZEN) and Dawn of the Dead on dvd. Ann got Mirror mask...she's currently watching. A very strange movie. She's loving it.And if you knew Ann, that's saying alot. sum up:
Squirrel shot
Mexican food
Man...I hate being sick.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Last Straw?
I got a phone call tonight at 8:00PM from my boss asking why I had not done something last week. I'd been about as close to quiting as I could be all week and thought I might get some escape from all the madness today. I wasn't scheduled to work and thought I could do a pretty good job of ignoring the ton of work that needed to be done and heck, it was SUNDAY. But it was a bit hard to ignore a phone call from your boss. I'll sleep on it tonight, but there a good chance I'll be turning in my resignation tomorrow. There doesn't seem to be any end to the 15 hour days of this job and every week that goes by there is a few more additional duties that get added to the already impossible list. I'm tired of having to work nights, tired of working weekends, tired of working 60 to 80 hours a week.




In the new cave...and a rare shot of Ann's ink...HOOO-WHEEEE!=


Thin Lizzy touring Jailbreak in 74...While this isn't at the armadillo, it's the same stage set, lights, guitars...I was there all over again.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006



Thank you witty comics for providing me with an outlet...get it???OUTLET???HA!
good night!


By lunch for one...

WAY after for me...

Ann and I were treated to this at dinner tonight...

The camera does'nt do it justice. It's currently pissing doom...hooray!


Teenagers piss me off...


Tuesday, October 17, 2006





This what I did today. ALL day...and I loved it.

Myself and a journeyman on the crew started landing wires in the panels.


9:30am...Break time!


3:15pm a...

This is the jouneyman's panel.

3:15pm r...

This is my panel.

We landed all the ground wires and neutral wires...tomorrow- The conductors! This much wire can make your head spin...:)

About this crew...the foreman is young, but talented and even handed. The journeyman I worked with on these panels is also young, and also very good. Both of them have made me feel welcome and competent. The other IJ's and apprentice are cool too...there's one older than me (!) who has taken to calling me a hippy...HA! He has no fucking idea! We also have a journeyman who commutes from San Antonio, who came up in the mirror punk scene down there when I was doing it here, so we have some common ground. He can bend some pipe, that one.
All in all...a good crew.