First off, a big "Word, foo' " to Longmire, the man of my dreams. I hope now that you can calm down and stop sleeping with a towel around your groin from wetting yourself about being mentioned on my site. :-)

I'm in the process of copying some files from my cameraphone. I got some REALLY nice pics of some mulletards today at Ward's. Pics of a man who was escorted from his job at Hattiesburg Clinic or something. He is bug eyed and has a beautiful Alabama Waterfall (see: Mullet at Wikipedia)

Ahh. Here we are:
As you can see, this is an extremely fine specimen of local population, in the local eating joint. When the Camp Sister Spirit lesbian camp went live and subsequently scandalized the nation, old men met at...where else? A Ward's in Beaumont MS. They even got Oprah down there so she could film some choice 'token' mississippians in overalls. You know, since Oprah's ashamed of her state and all. Notice the stately air the locks give to the sides of his turkey neck. He was proudly proclaiming to the pentecostal love monkey behind the counter that his old job at a big local 'clinic' complex was behind him since they locked the doors and won't let him on the premises anymore.



This guy was to the left of the mulletard. Note his 'can-do' attitude regarding greasy, fat-filled food. He had a book in his back pocket, which he greedily read as he devoured the chili dogs he ordered. Truth be known, I am quite partial to the food at this establishment, but I have oft been known to go home and attend a nice dinner, munching on quiche and brie after work. I am from Mississippi, hear me slurp.






I have been considering where I will be going next year. I have been asked, noncommitally, if I would want to go to Ecuador, to which I replied 'HELL YES'. I hope it pans out. I also have been considering a trip with the wife to Europe to stay with friends. I've been invited by several people who have assured me they would make it as economical as possible. If I were to be handed a trip off this God-forsaken cotinent for the first time in 8 years, it would do wonders for all my stress. I would feel like someone again. Indeed, I would, as the tagline to the popular Mental_Floss publications says, "Feel smart again."

I fail to see why this state cannot do more to help its employees, many of whom fall into the 'impoverished' bracket in the scheme of things. I have been there before as well. I'm not as bad as I was when I first started working there, but as a friend of mine at the office says, "There are many interesting things to be made out of wonton soup and frozen cheddar cheese." Things are made, happily, with inferior things. At least I'm not eating dog food. As soon as the tax refund comes, I'm paying the three accidental check bouncings, the house notes, Dell, the $200 Bell South claims I owe them, and the $100 I still owe DISH since I cut it off. I enjoy life without cable. I get to watch the Jesus channels and CNN more often now. I never thought I'd own up to this, but I actually relish the moment America's Funniest Home Videos comes on because it's one of the few channels on basic cable that I can stomach. It's not like the informercial where this guy talks about his epiphany in the poop department. He discovered one of his daughter's turds (don't ask) and noticed that the circumference and girth on that sucker was apparently the double of his own flaccid, weak, marble-sized nuggets. He gives this glowing confessional of his product and how it scrapes your colon out. I had never heard the phrase 'fecal matter' that much in my life. Seriously, click that link and watch the guy's video up at the top. This is the crap you watch when basic cable is all that's available.

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Another wonderful thing was that I restrung my guitar finally. I think I might be able to do something, seeing as how I'm dreaming chord progressions again. Now if I had some poppies...

or an oreo shake.

Going to watch Blazing Saddles now.