Don't read this if you want to see "I Am Legend" and can't stand spoilers.

I haven't seen the film yet but the missus and I would like to. We've been in the Will Smith fan club since "Parents Just Don't Understand."

However, I understand that harm comes to a dog in the film and the thought of a dog getting hurt makes my eyes well up with tears.

End of humankind, nature taking over NYC, man constantly threatened by mutants - these things all interest me. Dog in danger - makes me profoundly sad.

I do like my cat more than most people I meet. I've liked the dogs I've had more than a distinct majority of people.

Odd, isn't it?

Labels: I Am Legend, Weirdness

...is Bramanti. Figures.

Labels: beer, Bramanti, Weirdness

Possible Nazi Theme of Grand Prix Boss’s Orgy Draws Calls to Quit

Would a Stalinist theme have been acceptable?

Labels: Weirdness

Labels: Weirdness

In one of those weird coincidences, I too have a recent fishing picture.



"Ross Taylor" (see the link) is, of course, my nom d'poisson.

Labels: fishing, Weirdness, work

I've got the greatest idea for a TV show, ever. Instead of the fine program Dancing with the Stars, how 'bout this:

Drinking with the Stars

Tom Sizemore, Danny Bonaduce, Britney Spears, Mel Gibson, Lindsay Lohan, etc. all get paired up with a non-celeb and they have a contest to see who can get their blood alcohol level above .20 and perform challenges.

I'll be rich.

Labels: reality TV, Weirdness

Jimmay! turned 40 this past weekend. I went to Austin for the drinking marathon festivities. He invited us to bring our MP3 players and let loose the hounds of nostalgia. Here's the playlist I made:

#1. Happy Birthday -- Altered Images - Listening to Altered Images is like eating a pixie stick.
#2. My Own Way -- Duran Duran - The most underrated Duran Duran song.
#3. Shakin' -- Eddie Money - Jimmy and I shared our secret shame one night while watching MTV. We both like Eddie Money. A big American car on a Friday night, the promise of the first sip of beer...
#4. Hold It Now, Hit It -- Beastie Boys - When they could sample anything. I miss those days.
#5. Shake Your Rump -- Beastie Boys - We must have listened to Paul's Boutique a million times.
#6. I Touch Roses -- Book of Love - A song you would have heard in The World in Austin in 1988.
#7. Black Celebration -- Depeche Mode - Best thing, it's actaully about Guinness.
#8. Panic -- The Smiths - I can remember screaming "hang the deejay" too late one night.
#9. Genius Of Love -- Tom Tom Club - Genius of a song.
#10. Blue Monday -- New Order - Substance was the first CD I owned.
#11. Bizarre Love Triangle -- New Order - I remember dancing with the missus to this song about a million times.
#12. It Takes Two -- Rob Base - The "whoo" and the "yea" from this song mash up with just about any song in the world.
#13. Beats To The Rhyme -- Run-D.M.C. - The missus, Jimmy, and I are close friends of DMC.
#14. Run's House -- Run-D.M.C.
#15. Perfect Way -- Scritti Politti - This should be a throw-away song, but it's still one of my favorites.
#16. How Soon Is Now? -- The Smiths - Every club played this song once a night in the 80s.
#17. Stigmata -- Ministry - This song separates the men from the boys. In Austin, there would be these mainstream kids who would go out for a "New Wave" night and hit the alternative clubs where Jimmy and I lived. When this song came on, you could see that they were thinking that things had gone too far and they were over their heads.
#18. Up The Junction -- Squeeze - There's a Squeeze song for every occasion. This is Jimmy's favorite Squeeze song, in particular the line "begging's not my business."
#19. Up The Creek -- Glenn Tilbrook - It's a song about getting older and yet staying funky. And being stupid. I get it now.

Labels: Jimmay, music, Squeeze, The Missus, Weirdness

1. I had an idea for a real blog post, but then I sneezed and it went away.

2. Today is Ann's birthday! Happy birthday! Of course, I forgot to send a card and they don't do the Internet, so I'm in trouble.

3. I love America's Got Talent. I love the Hoff. I love imitating him by saying, "I'll be fine" in a drunken voice.

4. Laguna Beach is in reruns on The N. The missus is so happy.

5. Yesterday's song of the day was 4th of July by X:

On the stairs I smoke a
cigarette alone
Mexican kids are shootin'
fireworks below
Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July
Hey baby, Baby take a walk outside

Labels: Laguna Beach, Shows I don't watch, TV, Weirdness

Today is National Ride Your Bike To Work Day.

I didn't.

1. I live 40 miles from work. That's 80 miles round trip. That's a lot.
2. I don't own a bike.
3. I ride on many freeways where bikes are forbidden.
4. I have to entertain clients who probably wouldn't appreciate jumping on the back of my non-existent bike.

Maybe next year.

Labels: humor, Weirdness

1. Matty B.: So, you all don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day?

Me: No, not really.

Matty B.: Because you're a Kven?

2. Me: I'm telling you, trailer in the country, lots of cats, and I'll sit on the front porch with a shotgun and keep the world at bay.

The missus: That's starting to sound good.

3. Me (an internal monologue): We could fly to London, take the train to Chester or Wolverhampton, catch an EPL match, then see the reunited Squeeze, all in one weekend. How much could that be?

[Mouse clicks, keyboard clicks, several "hmms" later]

$3,000 is a little steep for an adolescent obsession and a weekend. They better come to the States.

4. Pete: I tell people I'm 40 and they act surprised. Then I tell them I'm immature for my age and they agree.

5. The missus, upon Spencer appearing on the screen: I think I just threw up a little in the back of my mouth.

Labels: family, humor, Laguna Beach, LC, MTV, Shows I don't watch, Squeeze, Team Heidi, The Hills, travel, Weirdness

Trying to get back into a groove. I went to Lafayette on Monday and it's thrown my schedule off.

If you get out to Lafayette, check out The Boiling Point restaurant in Broussard. Some of my colleagues fessed up, and yep, them Louisiana folks keep all the big shrimp to themselves. They were as big as my hand, I guarantee.

For the Yankees who read this, be sure you don't order "boiled shrimp." They won't know what you're saying. Order "bald shrimp."

I worked out this morning for the first time in a while. Listened to Ashlee Simpson, The Dead Kennedys, The Replacements, and Bob Marley. Because I'm cool like that.

Here are some random thoughts:

1. I went to Yahoo Music and threw every song with "hobo" in the title to a play list.

Billy Bob Thornton's song Hobo sucks bad.

Otherwise it was a good idea.


2. We loved minor league baseball when we lived in California. Now we have it in Houston.

BAY AREA TOROS

3. I've found my new theme song!

link

Little Ole Wine Drinker Me

I'm praying for rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind

I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
And he asked who's the fool in the corner crying
I say a little ole wine drinker me

I came here last week from down in Nashville
'Cause my baby left for Florida on a train
I thought I'd get a job and just forget her
But in Chicago, the broken heartache's still the same

I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
When they ask who's the fool in the corner crying
I say a little ole wine drinker me
I say a little ole wine drinker me

I found it on a Merle compilation. I'd never heard it before. I love it.

4. If LC and Heidi were out last week boozing and searching for Spencer, this week LC was gunning for Heidi. What a lying whore! Now LC knows it and she'll be out for blood I'm sure.

Labels: baseball, Shows I don't watch, Weirdness, wine, Yankees

I'm perfectly happy with the blog posts in my head. They make me laugh.

Labels: humor, Weirdness

I'm reading 002houston, which gets its name from 77002, the zip code in downtown Houston. I'm looking at the beautiful people living in the beautiful homes in the right neighborhoods in an environmentally correct manner.

I put on Tom Waits, Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards. Yahoo Music decides to skip me to Fannin Street. I'm not one to argue with that kind of karma. It's song of the day:

There's a crooked street in Houston town,
It's a well born path I've traveled down
Now there's ruin in my name, I wish I never got off the train,
I wished I'd listened to the words you said.

Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
You'll be lost and never found
You can never turn around
Don't go down to Fannin Street

Once I held you in my arms, I was sure
But I took that silent stare through the guilded door
The desire to have much more, all the glitter and the roar,
I know this is where the sidewalk ends.

Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
You'll be lost and never found
You can never turn around
Don't go down to Fannin Street

When I was young I thought only of getting out
I said goodbye to my street, goodbye to my house
Give a man gin, give a man cards, give an inch he takes a yard,
And I rue the day that I stepped off this train.

Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
You'll be lost and never found
You can never turn around
Don't go down to Fannin Street.

Labels: Houston, Karma, Tom Waits, Weirdness