SUMMARY: Taking a back door approach to upholding the sodomy law, a Republican official tried to
pressure a judge considering its constitutionality.
(TX GOP Plan to Bend Sodomy Judge)
Yeah, when ever you see “back door” and “sodomy” in the same sentance, you gotta wonder if the boys at Rueters slipped one in.
I’m currently enjoying a non-Mr.Brown Coffee. I hope the happy thumbs up man can forgive me.
I wish I could make snazy pages too.
(Ahhh, plain text is OK.)
From Atlantic Unbound – Interview with Hunter S. Thompson:
[A bottle of Wild Turkey is introduced.]
HST: Aw, man. I drank this like some sort of sacrament
for — I mean, constantly — for I think fifteen years. No
wonder people looked at me funny. No offense. This is
what I drank, and I insisted on it and I drank it constantly
and I liked it. Jesus. I laid off it for six months and went
back to it — an accident one night, in a bar — and it
almost knocked me off the stool. It’s like drinking
gasoline. I thought, what the fuck…?
Looking around for more news about Hunter Thompson, I found this 1997 interview with him along with a few fun fotes and audio.
Back home, if only it could be through some peir with the sound of delivery trucks backing up, puddles to avoid, fish to smell, and yelling teamsters to smile at.
Well, at least there’s the Caddy, and a fine Vodka Tonic at Club Coté
Tonight feels like a night where I’ll stay at work real late. Thankfully, not because I have to, but because I want to.
Tonight I saw a fine show at Stubb’s with Golden Arm Trio and The American Analog Set. Not to mention that I came away with a bottle of Stubb’s BBQ sauce which I promptly threw over some fried tofu-tempeh-onion-mushroom hash. God Damn! Thems some good eats!
A fine Zippy today with more of an idea than just a abstracto blitzkriege.
There’s more pride in this world than we think there is. It’s not as obvious as two fellas duealing to resolve a pride dispute, but folks certainlly get their feathers ruffled if you suggest they might be wrong. Like MacIntyre says, arguing just becomes a cacophony when everyong (thinks) they’re right.
How sweet is victory when all you’ve done is bop someone on the head instead of won them over. But if we had that kind of love in the first place — the kind where you’d care about winning someone over –there wouldn’t be problem.
Then again, I must just be deluded about all this.