Tag Archives: The Fat Guy

Tubin’ on the Gwadaloop

Except that I believe Scott used one of those plastic kayaks, instead of a big, black truck tire tube. Probably had a cooler, too. Just the thought. It’s been too long. I need to do that again.

Barry, et al, can’t run a restaurant

But he’s hot to run your health care. And, as Scott at The Fat Guy says, a whole lot of you are hot for him and his pals to get to doing it. Suckers.

Hilarity’s secret weapon

While the suckers hustle down to the elementary schools to vote for Obama-rama and CHANGE, the real action is out where Hilarity and Slick Willie are passing out "campaign contributions" to the Democrat Superdelegates. Buying their votes, get it?. And I thought the Texas Lege had cornered the market on legal political graft. These Democrat Superdelegates will vote for the one who bought ’em at the proper time and that one will get the nomination. ‘Course we’ll have to wait to see which candidate gives out the most bucks. Barry and Michelle must figure they will. "Yes We Can!" But I’d bet on Hilarity, because, I mean, think about it: Every minute those old Clinton retainers from ’92-’00 who want to get their jobs back are out beating the bushes for more bucks.

UPDATE: Strange that there’s no mention of the bought-and-paid-for part here.

Great books

Scott at the Fat Guy and I agree that Lonesome Dove is a great novel. One of the best, surely. But we part company on Blood Meridian. I enjoyed it, in a manner of speaking, but I don’t see how any novel about scalphunters could be considered great. Except that it’s probably alone in the category. I can’t think of another one. I would recommend The Brief History of The Dead. Meanwhile I’m enjoying Kavalier & Clay and looking forward to Rubicon, a much-praised non-fiction narrative of the fall of the Roman Republic.

Eat right, exercise, die anyway

Scott, The Fat Guy, is lamenting his newly-acquired healthy change of life. It sounds awful, especially the colds, the headaches and the insensate right hand. I did the diet already, I didn’t drink to begin with or gamble, but I was steeling myself to start exercising again, take cholesterol-reducing pills and quit smoking. Maybe the last three require a rethink.

Rain go away

The Fat Guy is bemoaning the "shaggy" grass on his .55 acre, thanks to all the rain north and south central Texas has had in the past four days. He’s also suffering sun-deprivation. Indeed. The grass at the too-dark rancho also is threatening to need mowing soon. Rainwise, after a wet April with 3.71 inches at the airport, we got almost two inches more by midnight yesterday. So we’ve had about 19.5 inches for the year so far–which is more than half of the rain what we normally get in one year. On the other hand, it rained all night at the rancho, and those stats aren’t in yet. You could look it up, here.

Tuesday randoms

Ever notice how the headlines on stories from Iraq are always about how many more Americans have died? Never about how many more "insurgents," or (fat chance) "terrorists," have bought it in contact with American GI’s on patrol or otherwise in battle. Why, you’d almost think the headline writers were working for the enemy. Naw. More likely, for Harry Reid.

Garbage wars, part 3: Ever since the city of Austin broke our garbage can lid with their automated truck three weeks ago, we’ve been waiting for them to come and replace the big plastic can. Called three times in the past three weeks and gotten nothing but promises–always, oddly, promised within 24 hours. Nothing’s happened yet. Now we’re playing with real garbage, which they did not pick up at all last week. Yesterday they promised to come get it today. Haven’t shown up yet. By 7:48 p.m. it was clear they weren’t coming. Again.

To mow or not to mow: Supposed to rain big this afternoon and tonight. So should I hustle and get the backyard mowed this morning, knowing that all that rain will make the grass grow quicker than usual and I’ll be back mowing again by the weekend? Or let it go until after the rain? I’m letting it go. No surprise there, right?

Back to normal. The Site Meter went through the roof yesterday with collateral hits from The Fat Guy, who got the real Instalanch–i.e. thousands of uniques from one post picked up by Instapundit putting down Compact Fluorescent Bulbs. I got about a hundred of the uniques who used Scott’s recent link to RoboCow, such that the total for the day here topped out at 162, about twice normal in recent months. But it’s over. About ten minutes ago I notice the difference between today and yesterday on the meter: yesterday it was about 60 at this time. Today, it’s 12.