Through the looking glass

Sorry for this non-post yesterday, was at a junior high band concert, and then just played some video games till I fell asleep.  Pretty nice little Tuesday.

This is a blue line.  This is a blue line as viewed from my seat at the Toyota Center on Sunday.  I really enjoyed these seats to say the least.  This picture was taken immediately after what I believe to be the 1st goal of the evening.  They would score 3 more.

As you can clearly see, attendance skyrocketed for this game, possibly even clearing the almighty 3,000 barrier.  Look out world!

 Sneak preview for tomorrow.  It will be the Main Event!

*Taken with iPhone, 12/13

Herbert wants this sign

Really?  I mean really?

This is like one of those pictures that is really 2 different things, depending on how you look at it, like the old woman versus the young beautiful woman, or the 2 people kissing versus the vase.

Here are the 2 things I see:

1. A man grabbing a handful as he stands behind a woman
2. A couple making out in a warm embrace

That's it.  Somehow that qualifies as a safe place.  My theory is these signs are some sort of underground code for hookers and Johns.  You see this sign, you know it is a safe place to do "business."

It is about this time I should go ahead and mention this is affixed to a gas station, the Valero across the street from my apartment complex.  I have not yet visited others to see if they too have this sign, or if this is merely a local thing.  If the other stores don't, then I must say my theory holds true. 

How long before we see one of these on a white van with no windows in the back?


*Taken with iPhone, 12/12

Get off the road moron

It doesn't get more true than this.  This belongs to the lovely evening clerk at the Hampton Inn in Buffalo, Texas.  Quite a nice woman, called about 10 minutes after I arrived making sure the room was ok.

This sticker is great, and pretty much describes the way I feel about driving.  I just wish there was a feasible way to tell the person in front.how much their driving sucks.  Well, a way more feasible than getting out from behind them, speeding up, getting in front of them, slowing down, and then flipping them  off.  Don't get me wrong, I like that way, just not the best.

I did go to Dickies for dinner than evening, a first time.  It was good, reasonable prices, and good food. 

If I take the picture from behind the car, does that make me the idiot?


*Taken with iPhone, December 6

Snuggie!

Ah the Snuggie.  Genius idea really.  Take a fleece, add some holes, and behold, a million dollar machine. 

I haven't bought a Snuggie.  Yet.  I think the day is coming.  They are $15 now and really, that isn't bad.  I have met a few people with them, and they all claim they are great.  Just hard to pull the trigger.

Of course then there is the pet snuggie, which is just ridiculous.  Pets in clothing is ridiculous in my opinion.  Of course, I like big dogs and they tend to not need a little shirt or sweater. 

Cory had a great idea over Thanksgiving.  Why not create a Snuggie for 2.  This is a great idea, makes perfect sense, and allows couples to get closer, all under the comfort of a Snuggie.  We are open for suggestions on what to call it.

I am holding out for the intestines print.  I imagine it will be a long wait.


*Taken with iPhone, November 2009

Man Cave

You look at this photo and see a mass of things  A door in the middle suggests an entrance to something  Could it be the Bat Cave or some other secret lair?  Nope.

This is the entrance to my bedroom in a nice Harlem apartment.  Beyond that door is an 8x7 room, built in full size bed, and "closet."  By closet I mean a rack to hang up a few shirts on, as you weren't getting much more than that in there.  Not sure how I survived that one considering the amount of closet space my shirts alone currently take.

I had a window, with a window unit.  The unit was fine except for those few weeks in the 90's and 100's, in which case is was barely noticeable. 

I took this picture, along with several others, so Andrea could see what my living arrangements were.  Fortunately, she was able to inspect for herself in July, which I believe was her only time to actually stay there, as I had moved to Bayonne just before her next visit.

All of this for just a few bucks less than I currently pay for a 2 bedroom and 2 bathroom in Houston.  Don't be jealous.

*Taken with Sony, May 2006

Be A Man

Does it get more American than this?  I didn't think so.  I am pretty sure my step father would be tears just looking at this photo.

Yes sir, that is The Duke himself, in bronze form at his airport in Orange County, California.  If you'll excuse me, I need to make an adjustment and go spit. 

This is a real man.  He doesn't cry because Alabama happens to win.  Seriously Tebow, that was painful.  John Wayne would not have let that happen.  And to all of you Chuck Norris folks out there, he got nothing on JW.  If Norris's tears cure cancer, Wayne's tears allow you to go back in time and stop it from even starting.  No debate to be had here.  Hank Hill agrees.

The real issue is why an airport in southern California is named for a great gun toting cowboy.  I thought they are against things like the Constitution and Bill of Rights in the lower half of that place.  San Antonio should challenge Orange County for the right to the airport name.

OC should rename their airport the Nancy Airport, because that is what The Duke would have wanted.


*Taken with Sony, sometime in August of 2007

Allow it to percipitate with a wintry mix

This is proof of the earliest snow in Houston history, somewhere along Beltway 8 near Pearland.  Naturally I am driving in these wonderful conditions, headed to College Station so I can freeze my cans off in the morning.  The drive was surprisingly smooth for Houston, with no real delay on 290 at 4, which is in and of itself remarkable.

As always, snow is only fun when you don't have to go anywhere, which of course is not the case today.  We did safely make it to College Station.  The bad weather stopped around Cypress, sun came out, and a very nice drive was had from there.

Went to the Aggie Basketball game tonight.  So many of the girls wearing the Ug-ly boots, a few in rain boots, and 1 in North Face boots.  All ridiculous.  And Reed Arena was hot.  But nice win.

I just wish I could have rocketed off a snowball at someone.

He's Got Legs

I know how to use them.  This is my right leg, extending into my always sporty Adidas flip flop.  Man the stories those things could tell, from the locker room shower to...never mind.  Not important.

These are a great pair of pajama pants.  Why are they called a pair?  There is only one, so why is it a pair of pants.  Feel free to enlighten me, but frankly this seems like yet another ridiculous English language thing that just doesn't make sense.  But not in an oxymoronic sort of way, like swiss cheese.  Oh yeah.  So my mother made these pants for me, as well as a pair for Chris.  I gladly wore them in New York where it was cold.  I wore them under my work pants when it was really cold, as well, khaki doesn't stop wind very well.

I wore these pants into Freebirds this evening to pick up our dinner.  It was wonderful.  I felt it brought a certain elegance that Freebirds lacks.  Dinner was delicious to, but beware to those of you near me tomorrow. 

I was also sporting my A&M zip-up fleece, made by Adidas.  Got a great deal on that with the TexAgs store going out of business.  I always find flip flops to be appropriate evening wear, even when it is freezing.

Now if she will just make me those footy pajama pants I have been wanting.

*Taken with iPhone, 12/3

Daaaaaaaaa Duh

It's a shark for those of you non-marine folks out there.  They bite.  This one I imagine to be especially mean.  Sure, it is in an aquarium with lots of other animals, but don't let that fool you.  Look at those teeth.  This thing is hungry and just waiting to take a bite. 

Some people, names to not be mentioned in this space because she knows who she is, would really like the opportunity to dive in and swim around.  She seems to think they are nice animals.  Fortunately, I know better and ask that she not, as I do value her life.  Don't let her argue.  And for the record, I won't forbid her, not because I feel that I shouldn't control, but because forbidding her will make her do it. 

I have discovered that humming the Jaws Theme while in this particular section is generally frowned upon, primarily because it annoys everyone.  They just need a sense of fun.  I think next time I go back I will just play it on the iPhone.  Ladies and Gentlemen, John Williams. 

On a completely different note, I had the privilege/misfortune to occupy the stall next to Mr. OCD today.  I should note that the stall he always uses no longer has the directions posted.  He is my leading candidate for being responsible for the removal. 

Maybe he likes shark porn.


*Taken with Canon, May 2008

John Rocker's Favorite!

Ah the wonderful 7 train.  This is a picture from my first trip on the 7, as we make our way to La Guardia.  Little did I know or even suspect that I would soon be regularly traveling on this train to La Guardia, as well Shea on occasion. 
Here we are going through Queens.  We were returning from New Haven, where we attended the College Knights conference.  Great conference.  The white elephant went well, with the pitchers getting passed down repeatedly, and repeatedly filling them with beer.  Sweet, sweet beer.  They had some great pizza there as well, if I recall.  

A priest tapped the new keg for us, the West Point boys couldn't hold their own with the Aggies.  What more do you want?

We roamed around New York for a bit on the way back, dropping all of our luggage off at a Marriott by Grand Central.  A good tip made sure that wasn't going to be any sort of problem. 

I don't remember that many more things about that weekend.  I do know I went drinking upon arrival back in the Station. 

Rocker was a moron, 7 is a great train.

*Taken with disposable, sometime in September 2005

Like a Rock

No this isn't a Chevy.  This is a Lexus.  The Japanese laugh in the face of Detroit on this one. 

This occurred a few weeks ago, in my apartment complex actually.  Timing worked out really well.  We bought this car with around 110k miles, 2 and a half years ago.  Clearly, we have made good on this investment, with only minor repairs necessary. 

This car was a replacement for Andrea's Saturn, which I bet would not have lasted this long.  Her Saturn was in a wreck because of some idiot in Bryan.  That was not a good day.  Several months, several looks at questionable cars later, I came across this beauty at a Mazda dealer in Houston.  I had moved back the day before, desperately needed a car, and purchased a Ford Focus, which died at 85k miles.  They also had this one, and I said ok, let's get it.

I know I need gas.  That'll do pig.

*Taken with iPhone, a few weeks ago