McCain Clarifies His Christianity September 30, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Politics.
Because we’d all get a pass on that one if we were doing something really important.
J-Mac, honestly, I don’t care if you pander. Knock yourself out.
Just shut up about it when the others do too, ok? Have that much class, pleasesirthankyouverymuch.
Methods of Self Defense September 30, 2007Posted by daveintexas in drama, Finger paints.
5 Ninja moves.
End of Watch, 498, Officer David Camden September 21, 2007Posted by daveintexas in honor.
We wish you Godspeed to your final destination. We will miss you.
Requiescat in pacem.
Bleg, for BMac’s dog September 20, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Current Events, Damn Dog.
Second round of chemo, after a while of remission.
Help if you can. We get so attached to these critters, yes we do. And they get so attached to us.
Except for friggin beagles.
The One Semester of Spanish Love Song September 20, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Damn Dog.
Absurd, yet flaccid.
The Dave in Texas Acepalooza Post September 17, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Current Events.
I am so behind.
Ok, a few pics, a few anecdotes, fond remembrances.
Got in Friday about 4:45. First flight cancelled, second not so late after that one so no big.
Driver’s license expired on my birthday 2 weeks ago. Yeesh. Normally Texas is kind enough to send me a letter, I’ll look around for it. But I had my passport so NBD.
Great, great time. With everyone, ace, Slublog, lauraw and Mr. W, spongeworthy (who cracked me up all weekend long), and everyone I met… goodness I will not remember you all and I apologize if I miss a name… US Citizen, someone and someone2, Hutch1200, Stumbo, Rocketeer and Farmer Joe, S. Weasel, AndrewR, others whose names I may not be authorized to release…. oh God I’m sucking at this now and not remembering names… shit.
Goodness, there were even lurkers there who don’t comment, hi Michelle and Steve!
It’s kinda weird to meet people you’ve talked to online before but never met. Never even spoken to.
Nice, cause they’re all nice people. Weird, cause, hell I don’t know, I can’t find a life’s experience to compare it to.
Friday night I met up with ace and spongeworthy, and we watched the Yankees come back from a 7-2 drop, and I did my best to hang with them, but I had to let them shut it down… too tired to run with those dogs.
Saturday I got up (late) and thought I should show up at the USS Constitution, since I offered it up. And none of you bastards did (or I missed you, in which case I apologize). I read the directions to get there from the Green Line and they said nothing about walking a mile and a half after you get off the T.
But that’s what I did.
It looked like this (overcast, rainy morning).
As I crossed back over the highway I took a picture of the interesting bridge.
I headed back and it rained on me, but me and my boots held up just fine. Grabbed a bite of lunch and started to take a nap and the phone rang, Slublog was there.
So I put away the panda porn and invited him up. We visited for a bit, then we walked out to the Commons, and did Ron Paul research and Weedstock ’07 research. It was a beautiful afternoon in Boston, the rain moved out and it was sunny and cool.
Saturday night we met up with lauraw and Mr. W, spongeworthy, and ace, and had dinner before the Palooza. Lauraw had the Paul Anka backstage pass that RG sent her, which was awesome, and we passed those around and laughed. Ace found a paper clip somewhere and kept that on the pocket of his shirt for the rest of the evening. Dinner was quite nice.
Then we hit the place for the palooza, and without giving up too much, the folks there totally screwed up and overbooked. ace got in somebody’s face, and they made adequate space for us, so no big. It probably was more complicated than that, but I’ve learned that when it doesn’t need me involved, I get out of the way. And my involvement was not needed.
So we met a bunch of nice people. As you’d expect, all pleasant, all friendly… and all smiles. Another nice remembrance, I mean, I expected it to be that way, and still, when you’re shaking somebody’s hand and saying “ok, who are you” and they grin and say “I’m Rocketeer”, you just beam and laugh and connect a face with a name that you’ve joked around with for over a year. It was funny, and it was pleasant.
I got hugged. I shaked hands. People bought me a drink, slapped me on the back, asked me about my life. And we all grinned as S. Weasel found a wireless connection and put up a live blog post.
And Bart got there. He missed lauraw and Mr. W, they had a long drive back and had just left. We had a nice visit though.
ace expressed some appreciation today, which is different from my own, cause it was a different experience for him, about kind hearted people who wish him well, about the “utterly undeserved kindness of strangers”, and he expressed it quite nicely. For me it was just enjoying the company of people I have laughed or ranted with online (or sometimes irritated).
It was a lot of fun, and I’m really glad I made the run.
There were an awful lot of folks who I think kindly about who couldn’t make it, and I send you all my regards, and hope you make the next one.
And even if you don’t, please make lots of comments on my moron-posts at AoS. We’re on a quota system now and JackM is busting my balls with these poems.
Kevin Everett moved his arms and legs today September 11, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Current Events.
This morning they were painting a much more grim picture.
God grant him healing.
Never Forget September 11, 2007Posted by daveintexas in honor, War.
Choosing my words carefully here.
It’s not that I don’t think memorials are fine and proper things. I do. They evoke remembrances of people who were taken from us, from their families and loved ones. They hurt, and for a while we feel bad. And that’s ok.
At some point we have to get past that. I do not mean forget. I mean move on, keep living. If we don’t, it would be as if we lost some part of our lives too, you know?
We are at war with the same menace that took Rocco’s life, and so many others, so mercilessly. That threat still exists, and it is real. Attacks continued, and will continue, and we have to take them on.
It’s easy to get tired of it. I’m tired of it, I understand. You have to find something inside you that keeps you going, keeps you ready and willing to face your enemy, and fight them.
When I see Rocco’s big smiling face, I get sad. I do.
Then I get pissed off. Mad at the bastards that killed him, mad at the bastards who insist it was all our fault, that we had it coming, that we deserved it.
So I’ll be sad for a bit today. I’ll indulge it. But only for a while.
Appalachian State Shakes Up AP Polls September 8, 2007Posted by daveintexas in sports, stuff.
I’m not a big fan of polls anyway, but I agree with their decision to give Division I-AA teams a shot at the rankings with Division I-A teams.
They certainly earned it.
Given the “strength of schedule” formulas, they probably couldn’t move up, even if they went undefeated for the rest of their season. Still, it’s a lot more than those guys ever expected could happen, and I’m sure they’re excited about it.
Geraldo Rivera, Tough Guy September 2, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Current Events, drama.
How tough? Why, if he ever saw that vile Michelle Malkin in New York, he’d just spit on her.
Let that sink in for a minute, and then let’s ask ourselves a question.
What kind of pussy threatens to spit on a woman? For a guy that whines and bitches about “the hate” that fuels the discourse, he openly admits he’d spit on a woman he hates?
You’re a media clown pal, and you’re so wrapped up in yourself you can’t even see it. You’re almost Sullivan-esque in your ability to contradict yourself in record-setting time, but until now I hadn’t seen you prick your machismo with such an embarrasingly girly threat. Now you’re just a regular clown, like the rest of us. Well done sir, very well done.
You go girl.