15 September 2018

It's been a year now

And I still want to call him up, say "Hey Dad, there's this thing I just found out about (whatever)(I finally had somebody explain how e, the root of natural logs, works in real life, 'cause of Euler's equations!)( Just like we said, the government dietary guidelines were a load of shit!) But I can't, cause you're gone. I meet 'smart people' and make a reference to Shakespeare, and we've got 'Low Flying Aircraft'. Fibonacci is an Italian sauce. 'Google-fu' is a replacement for 'actually knowing stuff'. "Hey, Siri?" Fuck you. What's one over seven? What's one over eight? No idea. Except maybe my kids, because baseball. i miss you, Dad.

03 April 2018

I got a lot of pain. The hospital says no more opiods, cause I'm obviosly an addict. Cunts. Stupid stupid cunts!I didn't even ask for pain killers, I don't like them! I haven't been prescribed opoids for years

30 September 2017

My Dad's gone now

I don't remember him so much in my youth. He was busy doctoring. Making house calls in a Buick but went for a VW 412 when they came on to the market.A kinda sorta station wagon thingie, but not really one or the other. This was during the track period. My dad was doing serious running, along with some that's when I learned to do the metric conversion  factors. I can't do that now.
More later.

17 September 2017

More about my dad

I've seen their wedding pix.  They got the fire in their eyes.I found a white dinner jacket at a resale shop one time.  Shawl collar with black piping. Thought it made me look like James Bond. Made me look EXACTLY like my Dad in the wedding pics, but with a bearded-Spock-with-a-bad-haircut vibe.  Showed it off to my Mom and she nearly fainted. But on HIM it looked good. Think a white Cab Calloway, but without the pencil moustache. Good looking man.

Recuerdos de mi padre

I really can't say it in English.  It just seems so clinical.

But I remember being sent with my father, sitting in the old Blue Rooster, a POS example of a marque lost to history. He was an intern physician, and there were these interesting flashing lights.  Sometimes he would stop at the great Shamrock Hilton Hotel for a shoe shine. Because that's important.

I don't know if my brothers were there then. I remember the lights, and my dad crying. I was very young at the time.  I thought maybe he hurt his toe, and tried to help. Not a good idea. Having an infant crawling under your feet whist driving a '56 Nash Rambler. Doubleplus ungood. There was a thing called "Hamm's Beer" that seemed to make my daddy feel better. It was from the country of elevenhundred springs. More on this later.

13 April 2016

Do I trust Trump?

Well, no.

His response to the questions of heavy contributions to Democratic candidates is essentially “I rent whores”. (this is established in his marital record).

What's his price?

Barry O'Bama, I'm sure, is looking for Sec Gen of the UN as his job after POTUS. George W. Bush (bless his heart) would have been GREAT Commmisioner of Major League Baseball (and I mean no slur on him. Rilly, Astros in AL East?).

If he were to become President of the Most Powerful Country in the World, where would he go?

By all accounts, and by all his personal history, the man is a dictator. I say frog, you jump. I must have this house that's been in your family for generations to make an improved limo dropoff station for my casino. If you don't stop saying true things about me I'll sue you.

The dictatorial urge is strong in this one, young padawan.

He does not respect the rule of law, save that he can afford lawyers moreso than anyone else

31 January 2016

Green Onions

Johnny Cool and the Ktels
Let's see if this works: 

14 November 2015

'Cause Johnny Cash

You thought you had a heart.  Just had it ripped out.  Me too.