It came from . . . Houston?

Ants swarm over Houston area, fouling electronics :: WRAL.com

Again.  Houston.  WTF?

Tags: houston, wtf, killer_ants

Austin <> Houston

I live in Austin, TX.  Austin is pretty darn cool, sort of like New York if everyone slowed the hell down, started cooking brisket slathered in sauce called “barbecue” and lost all semblance of driving ability. 

Houston, on the other hand, is about 3 hours thataway, he says while pointing vaguely southeast.  I’m to understand it’s a bleeding pit, full of festering gobs and stupid nutters and witless twits.  Like the kids in the story linked below.

Don’t get me wrong.  I understand the need for stoners to be creative.  I had roommates once that converted many items into smoking equipment.  Their wastebasket, large chemistry equipment.  The times they attempted to get a buzz off peanut skins and nutmeg.  I get it.

However, there’s no need to go all Edgar Allen and dig up a hundred year old corpse.  Which likely isn’t what they were doing.  Kids in Houston likely have no grasp of American literature that isn’t Maxim or High Times (not to mention they fact that reading levels in this city are really only above, say, Alabama or the current White House).

They, did, apparently plan this.  I guess The Hills wasn’t on that night.

What bugs me the most is that they weren’t being questioned about digging up graves for drug paraphernalia.  They were being questioned on a completely unrelated topic (smash and grabs) and the copped to the grave robbery.

These fuckheads give legitimate stoners a bad name.  I myself do not partake.  But if I could walk into a 7-11 and buy a pack with a filter I’d consider doing so from time to time.

That will likely never happen, my dear friends.  All because idiots like these two Houston douchebags (redundant!!!) have to go and ruin it for everyone.  Grr and argh.

The real reason for this rant is that I’d like to further the distinction between Austin and Houston.  Austin is good.  Houston is bad.  Worst we got here are white cops shooting black civilians for no good damned reason and corruption in the State House.  You know, just like any other large metropolitan area in the USA.

Teens desecrate grave to make pot pipe from skull

Tags: stupidity, Houston, stoners, gravedigging, douchebaggery

Blogging from Flock

I’m starting to enjoy this Flock thing, and it’s only been a couple minutes.  It keeps all my social stuff in one place, and allows me to blog stuff real easily. 

It may even help me blog more.

My only gripe thus far is that it’s based on FireFox 2.  I must go digging for one with a FireFox 3 backend.

TaTa for now.

Tags: flock, blog, lazy, social_networks

Yawn

I can’t sleep. I completely botched my sleep schedule by agreeing to participate in my girlfriend’s all-nighter. Somehow, even after all the Red Bull she drank, she slept, and I was up all night playing BloodRayne.

I really didn’t like BloodRayne. I don’t know why I kept playing. It might have been recapturing my lost youth. Days of guzzling caffeine and playing video games until my thumbs hurt.

It might have been the fact that I wanted to keep playing that disaster, like watching the proverbial train wreck. There were so many issues. Voice clips that played back long after the caption displayed. Effects that occurred too late (I nearly lost it seeing an elevator fall on some Nazis only for their models to clip through it, then scream in terror and die). The inability to aim, or even have a targeting reticle.

It was probably just a horrible lapse of judgement. I keep having those for some reason.

GameTap and Red Bull aside, I’m awake again. I was in and out all day long. And I have work in a few hours. Allergy shots prior to that. My vacation can’t come any sooner.

Thankfully, that starts Monday afternoon.

Amy and I are going to South Padre Island. Sure, it’s December, but it’ll be warm. It’s been a toasty December here in Texas. Sure, there will be very little to do, as it’s off season. But we need time away from the Austin area. And I haven’t seen a beach since Wrightsville over a year ago.

We’re spending three nights down there, then coming back up to see The Toadies, speaking of recapturing my youth. We were gaga over these guys back in Middle School, or maybe ninth grade. Amy saw them earlier in the year, right before she came to visit me in New York. I won tickets in the same manner she did: texting a radio station. Beats trying to be caller number X (which I’ve been on a few occasions in the past).

A week from Saturday I turn 27. It’s hard to imagine, but it’s true. I’m getting up there. Well, not like some cats are. I don’t know, I just feel old. Amy’s turning 26 a few days prior. Having a December birthday and coming to dread this time of year isn’t something isolated to me. I guess the whole birthday and Christmas gift paradigm combined with the lack of sunlight tends to add up.

I think I’m going to pop a Sonata and catch some shuteye, as much as I’m enjoying listening to “The Mist” in 3D audio and playing with WriteRoom. I wish this thing had a means of publishing right to the blog. I kind of like writing with no distractions. I think I’m gonna pay for this one.

I’ll post again before we leave, and probably photoblog some while we’re out there.

Goodnight, world.

Miss me?

Yeah, I realize it’s been a while. I know I haven’t posted in ages. I understand that you’re all starving for an update.

Okay, two out of three ain’t bad.

I’ll fill the faithful in on my life sooner than later. For now, enjoy the fact that some intrepid coders have made it easier for me to post and read the site from my iPhone.

If you visit from an iPhone or an iPod Touch, you’ll see a nicely formatted page that is easy to read. This doesn’t apply to LiveJournal just yet, but if Six-Apart gives a shit about that community, the tools will be there sooner than later.

Have fun with reading, mobile device users. I promise to get blogging hardcore from this point forward.

Moved to tears

Rare that I can use that expression, but in this case it’s appropriate. Even Simon Cowell, that malicious bastard from American Idol that everyone loves to hate, can’t help by shed a couple. Check out Paul Potts:

Late to the party, but fun no less :)

Click on the thumbnail for a much bigger version

After looking at a few dozen cats, robots, assholes and sluts this week, I had to throw some in. Made with Photobooth and Comic Life, mostly to kill time during lunch.

We are confirmed for launch . . . er, date

Yes, it’s now official. The iPhone will be launching on June 29. Right at the end of the month. “Late June” is really late I guess

This is also the first I’ve learned of the launch date, and I will be supporting the damned thing! Check out the ads over at the Apple site. Anyone want to loan me the 200USD to break my Sprint contract?

(Not So) Lazy Sunday

So Sunday morning has rolled around. I’m relaxing as much as I can, as I have many things to do today, namely cleaning up the apartment and running a letter to the post office. Doesn’t seem like a lot, but the place is pretty much a wreck these days.

We’ve both gotten a bit busy recently and thus laundry doesn’t get done, we tend to dump crap on the first available surface and everything gets neglected. So once I’m done tidying up the PowerBook, I’ll likely start in with the tidy up the apartment work. Amy is still asleep, so I must be vewy vewy quiet

I know nothing, other than the fact that I want one.

I’m referring, of course, to the iPhone.

I sit in training now learning little how little we know about it. This thing may as well be Area 51.

Whenever it launches, I intend to be prepared to be the technical support rockstar many of you know me as.

But I want one. Now. I’m insane for this expensive device.

I’ll be home later. Omnibus post then.