Sunday, January 23, 2005


Yesterday scientists revealed that beer contains small traces of female hormones. To prove their theory, the scientists fed 100 men 12 pints of beer and observed that 100% of them gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became emotional, and couldn't drive.
No further testing is planned.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been quietly working on another blog, this one intent on bringing to the forefront one of my many loves, that of history in particular American military history. Primarily it shall focus on Civil War, World War II, The American Revolution, and the occasional delve into Korea, in that order so mostly you'll see Civil War stuff. Look for biographies as I put them together, poetry, songs, and cultural tidbits as I see fit. It's my page in time as it were.


"Captain, my religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave" - Lt. General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson
In what can only be described as one of the best basketball I have ever seen, tonight the unranked Aggies of A&M defeated the boys from Austin, who were ranked ninth in the nation, by a score of 74-63 at Reed Arena in College Station. The win marked the continued improvement and turn around from last year's winless conference record and 17 game losing streak as the Ags now find themselves a remarkable 12-1. The one loss coming last week at the hands of then ranked #2 Kansas at their house. Just an amazing game, it was also great to see some friends in town for it...the talented Mr. Dennison came in from Austin and can go back there quite happy, my favorite Dallas-ite (and fellow fan of the Crown) Miss Scott, and of course my favorite travel planner Miss Williams. I can only pray the all managed to stay dry after the game as upon exiting the warm, celebrating confines of Rowdy Reed, I and everyone else was greeted with one great fireworks display courtesy of mother nature. Thunder, lightning, torrential rains...still going on now, and quite lovely if I may say so.

Next week I start my new job. I leave my current one with mixed feelings, I am happy to be somewhere more stable with a regular pay check I can count on and budget on, but I will miss my co-workers, though one is coming to my new place too.

My thoughts, however, are muddled and varied with many topics both big and small occupying me from time to time. Yet, for now...I will just leave y'all with one thing.


Monday, January 03, 2005


As many of you are aware, there is great need for aid in the wake of the December 26 tsunami which struck the shores of the Indian Ocean following an undersea earthquake which was measued at a 9.o on the Richter scale, the equivalent energy yield of 32 billion tons of TNT (that's a big ka-boom folks). Not only is the death toll increasing daily as bodies are found and washed ashore (at last count I saw over 160,000 deaths) but the onset of disease and a humanitarian catastrophe are occurring. Many of the areas affected are poor and remotely isolated from medical and other forms of aid. It has been 9 days since the tidal waves struck and bodies are still being identified and being crudely preserved using dry ice for identification. The remains of many will never be found. Those who suffered "crush injuries", such as being thrown up against walls or trees or crushed under heavy loads, are now beginning to die due to the onset of gangrene due to a lack of medical supplies. The initial reaction of many is to collect items needed in the areas that have been hit, that is not the best way in this case. Cahs donations to appropriate relief agencies are what are needed most. The rebuilding efforts in some of these places could take a decade or longer. Many organizations exist to which you can donate if you feel so inclined. Personally, I would avoid any donations filtered through the United Nations which has failed miserably in its aid programs as of late, but that is my personal opinion.

Google has assembled a list of some organizations accepting donations on the Google Tsunami Relief website

Another fine organization would be through Mission to the World an organization that I feel can due a great job reaching those they wish to aid and a group that is well suited to this task, though you won't hear or read it's name in most mainstream media reports.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

hHappy New Year! Back in Texas, back from the Cotton Bowl in Dallas and a party so fun it lasted 2 years! The Ags lost, but holy shite what a time!

What is the biggest thing I learned in Dallas?
All I can say is, I'll never be able to look at bottle of Corona with a straight face again!

Anyway, I lifted this from somewhere, not original at all but enjoy: THE RETROSEXUAL CODE

The Code
A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS FOR THE DAMN DATE.

A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the ones that fit that term only because they are female.

A Retrosexual DEALS with sh$t. Be it a flat tire, break into your home, or a natural disaster, F#$%KING DEAL WITH IT.

A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.

A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you.

A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Retrosexuals need an endcap (possibly 2 endcaps if you include shaving goods.)

A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic when he's 30 years old.

A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need be. This falls under the "dealing with sh$t" portion of The Code.

A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the title.

A Retrosexual does not let neighbors muck up rooms in his house on national TV.

A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of manliness for poontang. Some is inevitable, but major re-invention of yourself will only lead to you becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run, she ain't worth it.

A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a freak treechipper accident, favorite sports team being moved to a different city etc. You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was busy DEALING WITH SH$T. When you mucked up, he DEALT with you. Buck up wussy.

A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.

A Retrosexual knows how to tie a freaking windsor knot when wearing a tie.

A Retrosexual does not strip naked, get into a sweat lodge, and bang on drums to bond with other guys. That is gay. However dressing in kilts, banging on drums around a campfire, and drinking heavily is just fine.

A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting.

A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a damn nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can or be rightfully ridiculed for the wuss you be.

A Retrosexual will buy feminine hygiene products if he has to, but only under protest. This falls under unpleasant things you have to freaking DEAL with. Get some Haagen-Dazs while you're at it.

A Retrosexual gives a lady his seat on the bus/subway/etc.

A Retrosexual does not order an apple martini at the bar. A Martini has freaking gin and vermouth in it dammit. And maybe an olive. In fact, why not just get a beer and a shot of scotch??