Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Roadside Observation #3

Monday evening sunset, Litchfield, AZ. The sky was raspberry ice drizzled with plummy-peach syrup. The breeze could be considered cool for the dry, hazy desert. I breath in summer, exhale spring.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Low-Lying Bachus

Rep. Spencer Bachus, R-Ala, Congressman from the 6th District of Alabama, is bored. Most likely his days are spent playing golf, plucking his nose hair and watching Bill Maher for a good laugh or two.

Since it is getting a bit too hot for golf, the Republican needs to find something else to do with his time. Luckily Maher stepped up to the plate.

My response to Spencer Bachus sent in an email earlier today:

I agree with you. The low-lying fruit isn't serving in the military. It is apparently serving as a Congressman in the 6th District in the State of Alabama.

Destroying free speech and lobbying to eradicate a comedic journalist from the air because you don't agree with a JOKE, is true treason.

Perhaps you need to evaluate your priorities.

Sunday, May 22, 2005


At 9:00am this Sunday morning, my past caught up with me again.

Approximately 6 years ago, I was part owner in a company called On-Site Plumbing. I went into business with two gentlemen to make scores of money by fixing pipes. I was supposed to be the "brains" of the operation - funding, grants, accounting, PR, marketing, billing, etc.

Things happened - namely one of my business partners was a drunk 90% of the time - and I separated from the business. I'm not going into the gorey details - and there were many - but I will say that I cleared my name from everything - even filed for bankruptcy to kill any and all liability for On-Site.

GMAC sent a representative to my door this morning to repo the On-Site Plumbing van. This is the second time this has happened since I moved to Pheonix. After the last time, I contacted my lawyer in Richmond and we sent a cease and desist order to GMAC. They have been ordered by the court to never contact me again and to go after the bum who is $10,000 in the hole to them and is still in possession of said van: Michael O'Callaghan, the drunk Irishman who truly was the "brains" behind OnSite because he is still missing in action and GMAC is still coming after me.

Not anymore. Since apparently a court order isn't good enough for General Motors Acceptance Corporation, perhaps a law suit will be. And since Mike hasn't had to deal with any of this grief, I believe it is about time for him as well.

So - if you talk to GMAC, tell them I'm suing them for $1 million dollars for going against a court order. If you see Michael M. O'Callaghan - last known address of 15121 Barnesville Road in Boyds, Maryland, tell him I'm coming after him next.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Friday, May 13, 2005

Roadside Observation #2

8:23pm - Thursday
Rearview mirror: University of Phoenix sign glowing white against darkening sky.
Through front windshield: Billboard with a picture of frosty beer, and a roadside carnival.

The universe is speaking to me.

It says: Celebrate! You just finished your Masters degree!

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Roadside Observation #1

Lighted construction billboard at Bell and Grand in Surprise, Arizona flashes in time to the song "Wynona's Big Brown Beaver" by Primus.

Just thought you should know.

Friday, May 06, 2005

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Stop Signs and Indigo Girls

To the man approaching the intersection at Peoria and Litchfield - sorry. Life is too short to stop for all the signs.

And how come the Indigo Girls are so damn clever? I was absolutely entranced. That's probably why I missed the stop sign.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Wasted Space...

Halfway home last night, I turned off my radio. The same songs, the same rants on NPR, the same annoying marketing ploys to get me to buy and consume. My soul felt dry from the burnt, ashy programming.

When all was quiet, I focused on my drive through this world coming down. Mountains seemed to ascend from a pungent brown line of smog. I followed too many commuting cars into the rapidly diminishing wide-open space where I live. Another housing development across from farm and industrial land. Construction signs waving progress.

My flight synapses fire in my brain - electrical storms hitting dust. I want to move out of progress. Far, far away.

But, we continue to evolve and the desert continues to die.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

I know I should write more

But I've been so damn busy reading all the other crap on other people's blogs.

I'm currently addicted to this one: http://stuckinrehabwithpatobrien.blogspot.com

I have plenty to post on my own, and yet I'm going back to see what the next adventure with Pat holds...

About Me

Stupidly self-centered for over 3 decades!