Futbol

I’m going to have to tape the game. Unless someone knows of a futbol hotspot in the town of Huntsville, TX. Yeah, me neither.

Linklater

God love him. I think Huntsville should build a statue of Rick Linklater. They should make it taller than Sam Houston’s and place it across from him on I-45.
I get the Paramount’s weekly email with usually the same events heralded over and over again. But something compelled me to scroll down the entire email last [...]

Summer reading

I’ve finished American Psycho. Which is good, because I think I was genuinely scared of that book. If you’ve seen the movie and are interested in the book, be ready for some gore. If you’ve read the book, I’d like to talk to you about how awful it felt to read some parts and not [...]

Corporate

There’s a place here called Moe’s. It’s a part Baja Fresh, part Chipotle, part awesome names for orders kind of place. For example, one burrito is called the “Art Vandalay,” one order of nachos is called “Ruprict,” etc. I usually get the “John Coctostan,” a quesadilla that’s simply scrumptious. To my delight, this particular Moe’s [...]

Growing up

Don’t you think it’s a sad day when:
You’re eating an actual homemade meal (chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, squash, peas) but you’re not extremely hungry…so you make a point to eat all of your peas and leave the fried food (steak, squash) and potatoes behind?
Geez, is this what growing up feels like?

My future home.

My future home.

Other people’s pictures

I tend to enjoy www.dooce.com a lot. Probably more than I should. When it gets incredibly slow at work (like it has been since I started almost two months ago), I make my rounds of websites. Mostly I end up reading stuff (as opposed to playing stuff) and I frequently end up at Dooce’s website [...]

Former Boss

As I was walking home today, I stopped to talk to a friend who was biking by. He was explaining to me why he was thinking of selling his car. This led to a conversation about how his aunt had given him 1000 Swiss franc and he had to drive all over Austin trying to [...]

House, interrupted

This is our fourth week of living in the new house, and it’s really starting to feel like ours. Which makes me sad, because by the end of the week there will be a new person there. We’ll have to begin to let him feel like it’s his too. How do we do that? I [...]