I have finally posted a real gallery of pictures from New Orleans. It only took what, a week and a half? Anyway, here it is. Until I get a decent, professional-looking photo site going, I guess Flickr will work. I actually like the interface a lot, so that's fine for a while.
It's been a slow weekend around here, which just reminds me that I suck ass at relaxing. I can relax, if it is planned relaxation, like on a vacation. Even then, it's like, "OK, well I'll read this book then go to the bach and swim, then come back here .... yada yada yada."
If there are more than a few hours of nothing to do I go fairly nuts. I wonder why that is? An overwhelming need to not be left out of anything interesting or fun? A fear that if I stop running I won't be able to start up again? I'm not sure. I've always been like this, as far back as I can remember, so it's normal for me.
DJ has been gone to Charleston since Monday (we go there so much with work it's like a home away from home). Since it's Memorial Day weekend, there isn't anyone here to hang out with. Nice planning on my part.
Well, there's Max to hang out with, but he's not much of a conversationalist. When he does say anything it's just to show me how smart he is, like today when we were taking a walk and he was droning on about the structure of lotic ecosystems in relation to discontinuous physical habitat structures in natural stream networks. I was all like, "Sheesh, Max, it's just a river."
Currently Listening to: Dracula from Houston, by Butthole Surfers.
ps- Butthole Surfers have the distinction of being the only band whose name elicited a raised and disapproving eyebrow from my mother when I was in middle school. Not that it was the worst band name around, of course, but I never tried to pop a tape in the ol' Taurus wagon by Butt Trumpet, The Circle Jerks, The Gay, or Shitty Shitty Band Band.
OK, OK, I didn't have any of those tapes, but check this list out for a laugh. Unless you're easily offended, then don't check it out, check out this instead. Although, if you're easily offended, then why the hell are you reading my site?
The Banana Splits made the list? Where's HR Pufnstuf? Those Krofft boys WERE smoking something and it wasn't rabbit tobacco.
My favorite is David Hasselhoff. Now that's offensive.
Posted by: TomC | May 28, 2006 at 11:43 AM