The Virginia-Highlands festival is this weekend. Last time I went to that I bought two huge folk-art flowers.   What I really wanted, was on of this guy's paintings (pictured).  I saw his stuff many years ago and was very impressed.  Not three paychecks impressed  (This was a long time ago), but impressed enough that I keep lugging myself to art festivals to see his latest.  I'm pretty sure if I had a full size originial, I would sit on my couch and stare at it quite a bit. Maybe hum a few bars of Windfall to myself.  All I'de need is a fisher-price stearing wheel and a fan, and it would be be like I'm back on the road.

oh yeah, speaking of which, I guess I won't be unemployed very long at all- It's looking like I got an Atlanta gig lined up- maybe I'll treat myself to a painting.

I still haven't seen a comercia for the show, but its web pressence is growing.

Heather wants to know where to get BBQ and see a show in Austin.  I don't know when. Stubbs satisfies both queries, but surely isn't the best BBQ in town.  Having only been to Austin for the festival, I haven't really had a chance to get to know the city. Its like only being in San Francisco for the Mustache Parade, which I'm going to miss this year.    I like Waterloo, Austin's version of Amoeba records, on account of they don't have music sections. The whole store is one big alphabetized category, “Music” I reckon they call it..   Not only does cut down on a lot of bleating by music snobs ("Who puts Dismemberment Plan under Emo!?  It's so definitely Math Rock, This place sucks), it's infinitely more efficient for people like me  ("Who puts Dismemberment Plan under Emo!?  It's so definitely Math Rock, This place sucks!)

But I’ve put all that kind of stuff behind me.  I just made an awesome squash casserole listening to Samba.  I haven't tried it yet (The Casserole). I am going to bring it to a BBQ later today.  I'd tell you that I have been picking out a pair of socks to go with my sandals, but you would think that I was kidding.

I haven't tried the Samba either. I tried looking up the steps online. That availed me nothing. I should have been watching Dancing with the Stars with Dad. I won’t miss it this season, that’s for sure.

So yeah, that’s me now.  I go to bars still, but mostly because I am looking forward to the following conversation, with a girl at a bar: It will start normal, but then she’ll ask me what I do.  I’ll nonchalantly tell her that I am unemployed, and then I’ll change the subject like its no big deal. Shortly after she’ll ask me where I live, and I’ll say Marietta,  with my parents. And again, continue the conversation…        Maybe later I will tell her I drive a Camero.

I've got the iPod back,listening to My Morning Jacket on a breezy friday morning, planning  a Kitchen Sink Omlette.    No coffee. 

Been trying to google myself (There has to be a better way to say that), in anticipation of diminishing privacy.  "Googling myself" reminds me of Tobias in Arrested Development.   What a great show. I think I have a little crush on Portia.

So I guess we'll have some sort of viewing party on monday nights for the reality show?   Sitting around, watching myself on T.V. sounds like a perfectly miserable time, but I don't think I can run from it. (I may try though, no promises).

Why does everyone hate the sound of their own voice when it is played back for them?      I guess it isn't everybody, but most people. If you ever want to shut me up, just remind me what I sound like.

Update:

B-rad (Of B-Rad's Online Book Discussion fame) has tentatively agreed to letting us use his place on Monday Nights.   I wish Adrian and Kim could make it. 

Yesterday I opened the front door to find a fresh green tomato.

Today I took  my cue from the once famous Tennis Ball Manufacturer, who, when accidentally shipped  potatoes instead of rubber, proclaimed “Fuck it, fry them up!”.

Unfortunately, my  Fried Green Tomatoes operation did not fair as well as Mr. Pringle’s.  In fact it was  a qualified disaster. The qualification being that once I lopped off the lumpy cornmeal, I still had a reasonably tasty half cooked tomato to munch on.

The okra operation went pear-shaped too,  but I had some leftovers from last night to eat. It turns out to be fortuitous that the toll booth operator let me pass for free instead of taking the "lobster dinner" I offered.  She had the doggie bag in the booth before guiltily handing it back to me  after making eye contact with the tollbooth operator on my passenger side.

I got a few phone calls yesterday regarding a trailer for certain Television Show airing on Monday June 12, 10pm.  Yes, that’s the one. 

CREDITS:

The Tomato in today’s entry was provide by Off the Vine, a vegetable Delivery service I have subscribed to. 

The Pringles joke was provided by the late Mitch Hedburg.

Information on the show can be found here.

Last night someone called the house and asked for me.  My step-mom’s friend handed me the phone.  The voice on the line was unsure of itself, asking “Hey, are you free tomorrow morning, or do you already have plans with the woman who answered the phone”. I defensively replied, “Hey, that’s just a friend of the family”, still not sure who was on the phone, but now trying to think of women who would be upset about another woman answering the phone. 

“Ok” the voice replied, “I was wondering if you could pick me up tomorrow around 10am. I have some time to kill before exams”. 

At this point I figure it was the wrong number. Who, except High-School friends tried to reach me at my father's?   Maybe someone was pulling  yearbook joke on me! We chatted for a minute or so and then I said:

  “No Problem, I'll pick you up”, I replied, “except I have  absolutely no idea who this is”.

Turns out it was a distant cousin. I had just saw her the day before, so I should have recognized the voice.  She just needed a ride to high school.  Not a date at all.

Oh well. Who goes on dates anymore anyway. I don’t, that’s for sure.   Step-Mom is out of town for two weeks, so once her friends leave, its just going to be me and Pop for a week. Cigars, scotch, and port wine! 

 The last couple of days we mostly just stood in the kitchen trying to one-up each other.     Last night I cooked Pork Loin, with grilled sweet potato fries.  Before that he made London Broil, Stir-Fried with Eggplant.  I am going to bust out some Scott Howard Carrot Soup, Grilled Fresh Sardines (if I can find them) and Grandma’s Garlic Stuffed Eggplant this week. 

Speaking of vegetables, I got canned last week.  But then they rehired me.  And then they gave me my three week notice.  I think I am going to take the downtime to drive up the seaboard to see Gina in Baltimore. Maybe I'll stop by Nashville and Charleston since they are (CRAP! I just Mapquested) annoyingly just out of the way.

I don’t know if the old Seabring can make it. The car is fading fast. I’ll junk it once I get a new contract.

BTW: Is no one going to defend Elway in the comments section?   Jeeesh.

I was driving around Marietta last night looking for a bottle of White Zinfindel when I pulled into the "Sweet Spirit" parking lot.  Thats the second time I have mistaken that place for a liquor store. It's not. It's a Christian bookstore.  This time, at least, I didn't make it all the way into the store.

The burbs arn't so bad. Not eating at restaurants each night is the tricky part. I enjoy cooking and have prepared over 50 meals in the last two weeks, but I still find myself casing restraunts, even when I'm not even hungry. I feel very much like H.I. McDunnah did when he gave up robbing liquor stores.

I'm not drinking during the week either, which means no bars, though I keep trying to figure out excuses to go sit at them. Sit and NOT order a drink.  I think bellying up and ordering a Roy Rodgers might work once, but even that's not zone-friendly.  Damn Zone.  I even gave up cofee, though these slow work-at-home mornings beg for coffee. Really.  If a cat rubs against your leg you have to scratch behind its ears. When the sunlight hits porch on a slow Georgia morning, you have to sip on a cup of coffee. 

Some Fox news woman did a good interview witht he Israeli Prime Minister. At one point she asked him if he was willing to go further than Sharon by saying that Israel will protect itself if the Supra-National organizations fail to stop Iran.   He said, "I find that wisdom is sometimes not saying everything that is on your mind".

Awesome.  She asked him if he the President of Iran was a Psycopath, as the Israeli PM once called him.  He responded: "Everyone will have their own Oppinion, but what do you call a person who calls for the destruction of an entire country".

I like that guy.

June 10th and 11th, gives us two great fights,  World Cup Soccer, and The Return of  HBO's Deadwood.

Saturday, June 10 - at New York, NY (HBO)
Miguel Cotto vs. Paul Malignaggi

Saturday, June 10 - at Atlantic City, NJ (HBO-PPV)
Antonio Tarver vs. Bernard Hopkins.

Soccer Schedule (Argentina and England play that weekend)

Sunday, June 11  Deadwood.    Deadwood Trailer 

 

Al Swearengen is the best character in Pop Culture.   Sorry Homer.  Here is some vintage Al.

Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back.

In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another.

Bedridden I know more than you.

Dan, don't you agree that truth, if only a pinch, must season every falsehood, or else the palate f**king rebels?

The day saw advances, Trixie. None miraculous.