Bastards Assemble! Or at least two of us!

The cool bastards assembled in Durham this weekend. Above you'll see, from left to right, me, Joe and Eric. It was a swell time except when Eric discussed his nipples and when the Saints lost. Also, I greeted Eric for the first time in maybe 30 years whilst dressed as a golfing zombie. Otherwise, business as usual. Below, our requisite Fuck Jay pic.

Well That Explains THAT

I always wondered.

The Ugly American

I'm off to Europe with 35 teenagers. It's been nice. See you in the next life.

Be The First Bastard On Mars!

I'm joking, not sure anyone here meets the criteria:

"Applicants need to be at least 18 years of age, have a deep sense of purpose, willingness to build and maintain healthy relationships, the capacity for self-reflection and ability to trust. They must be resilient, adaptable, curious, creative and resourceful."

Also you don't get to come back.
Also you have to star in a reality TV show.

SkyHigh Airlines

Here's to safe travels for our China-bound bastard.

The Pacific Northwesterners among us enjoyed Alaska's "SkyHigh Airlines" campaign in the 1980's... don't know if it got national play.

I employ the captain's thumbs-up and wink as much as I can get away with.

World Travel Shenanigans

I love travel. I've been called an idiot more than once. Thus, a new show called "An Idiot Abroad" is right up my alley. It's the brain child of Ricky Gervais. He sends his dim witted buddy Karl on a trip around the world just to put him out of his comfort zone and see what happens. Hilarity ensues and it's on the Science network. Ch-ch-ch-check it...

Pacific Northwest Vacation Time!

Caroline and I are leaving this afternoon for our swing through Washington, Vancouver B.C., and North Idaho. See ya!

Boooooooring . . .

Driving through Baton Rouge earlier this month, I saw this intriguing sign (my cell phone photo, followed by one from the paper):



Obvious question: did someone really have the balls to put up a billboard like this if the contents were contraband of some kind? Turns out, to my disgust, that the missing box contains student loan records lost by a document retention company. As I have long suspected, truth is not actually stranger than fiction.

Ahoy!

OK, it is what is. An Old Spice commercial, but with Bruce Campbell.

Atlanta was Atlanta. Traffic and a bunch of people, but also a lot of traffic. Got gas on my hands refilling my rent-a-car, was late getting to the airport and had to rush, but security was a bitch. Stress, I'm sweating like the athlete I'm not, but then the arriving plane was late. And the departure was even later, an hour later. Traffic, I guess. Atlanta was Atlanta, and I'm happy to be home and listening to Flop, which is somehow better than when I left it. At the end of the day, music may be the only thing that doesn't fail you. And my 2 cents: Atlanta sucks!