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Proposals – Love ’em / Hate ’em

Whoopie! Just sent off another proposal. I fear it will be rejected purely on sticker shock but the price is right. I hate sending a proposal that my gut feeling says is going to get rejected. I want to please and I want to do the job. But I also have to feed my family.

Proposals are fun to write. I could spend a week drawing diagrams and making plans but when you realize that you aren’t being paid for this preliminary work and that you may not get the job it begins to feel like salt being poured into a wound.

Well. One down. One to go.

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National Vasectomy Awareness Week ( Sept 12-18 )

That’s right! It’s National Vasectomy Awareness Week ( Sept 12-18 ) and IF I had $600 to spare and IF I had scheduled it 3 months ago (yes, that coincides with Evan’s entrance into this world) I would be participating this week. Instead I’m watching this video (link will resize your browser!) closely to see if my trusty Swiss Army knive and I can manage the operation in house.

Here’s another Dr. Snip reference. Dr. Wilson’s picture is just a little creepy. Someone should animate his lips and add the "we’ve got a bleeder!" soundclip from There’s Something About Mary.

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To drink or not drink and so forth

I hold in my hand a Guinness Extra Stout glass 12 fl. oz. bottle batch number BL059/A 795060 FL. It must be five years old at least. The layer of dust on the bottle looks like something out of a haunted mansion movie. I suppose I could stay up all night working as usual, or tonight I could relax while thinking about all the reasons I should stay up all night working…

Update: There she sits upon my shelf. To be opened on a better occasion. It is 3:30am and I work.

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New Orleans strip joint wants to get back to work

Big Daddy’s general manager, Saint Jones, and a band of helpers defied an evacuation order by arriving to clean up their premises in the historic French Quarter, which escaped largely unscathed from the floods.

There you go! That’s the New Orleans I know! Not saying I know the strip club side because I don’t. Saying, New Orleans doesn’t quit.

He was already had electricity from a generator, which was moving a pair of robotic woman’s legs, in stockings and pink high heels, waving invitingly on the street by the sign for Big Daddy’s.

Those used to be real legs until one day the girl accidentally fell off the swing onto the sidewalk. I recall walking past the joint one day in my early teens. My brother, a friend of mine and my father walked with me. As you came in line with the door you could see a mirror hanging from the ceiling at a 45 degree angle so that you could clearly see the backside of a fully naked woman. As we all stared my father deterred our interest by asking, "Boys. Did it ever occur to you that that might not be a woman?" We quickly turned our heads.

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Kids…Mess with their heads

So we rearranged on room of the house in accidental Feng-shui. The kids returned home with the following responses:
Tommy: "I like it. I can sit on the couch and see my bus in the morning." Note. He always sits on the couch and watches for the bus.
Noah: "I like it. There are many paths around the house now."
Sarah: Stepped in the house. Spun around like she was in the wrong place. And stepped out without a word.
Amy: Slight concern in her voice. "Dad. Whatcha doing?"