Friday, June 29, 2007

Weaponry Accessory

This isn't exactly it but today in Spencer's Gifts I saw this hobo purse with a large, uhh, bead? attached to the front that was actually brass (well, aluminum) knuckles.

This one is far more fashionable and expensive and made by James Piatt, who dubs it the "Peacekeeper." Hmm. I'm not sure that peace is what you're gearing up for when you carry this. Nonetheless, it is rather cool and kind of brings up a subject near and dear to me, which is, carrying some form of weaponry on one's person at all times.

As a teenager, I had a double-edged dagger with a blade of about three inches, a brass crosspiece, and a hilt of stacked wood in rainbow hues. It was illegal due to having a double edge, but it looked cool. (Hey, tell the dollar store guy I got it from. Yes, dollar store.)

I carried it with me everywhere, either in my purse or in my pocket, to school, to Ozzy Osbourne concerts, everywhere. I don't know why, but having it made me feel better. It was the kind of weapon, according to someone's dad I knew back then, who in the 50's had been a bona fide leather-jacket-wearing hoodlum, that one didn't mind leaving behind in a pinch, because it didn't cost much! I never envisioned using it, nor did I want to, but I wish I still had it today. It was just an insurance policy that I hoped I'd never need.

Well, post 9/11, I stopped carrying a knife with me at all times, until recently I was at Home Depot and purchased a nice, sharp $10 pocket knife. So nice and sharp, in fact, that I sliced a tiny cut into my own finger about 12 seconds after opening its packaging -- a packaging from which I was reading a caution about not slicing oneself.

Why did I choose now to reinstate the policy of carrying a weapon, however small, with me everywhere? There are lots of reasons, but not the least of which is that shooters come to my place of employment specifically because they know no one at a school is likely to be armed. I've been thinking that maybe it's a better idea to put a tranquilizer gun in the hallway of every school. Maybe every classroom even, as long as they're carefully labeled NOT FOR QUIETING STUDENTS.

Why fall to the Harrises and the Klebolds and the Chos?
Tranq them like the animals they are, then throw them to litigious lions of justice.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

How hickass is too hickass?

We've been having a lot of rain here in Dallas lately. Not as much as in Gainesville, 70 miles north (see photo), but still, enough to turn a few pastures into sort-of rice paddies, or fishing grounds for egrets.

So the other day I was lazing about and realized that yet again, it was going to pour down. It was going to pour down cats and dogs, and my particular dogs had a blanket they had soiled and needed washin'. So I threw it outside in the backyard, into said rain.

It got washed by the good waters of God, purged of its doggy-stink sins.

Later, I washed it in the washing machine, but still, it wasn't AS dirty as it COULD have been, due to quick advantage taken of natural resources .

Assertion: I am hickass.
Question: Too hickass?


Well, it's floodin' down in Texas
All the telephone lines are down
I've been tryin' to call my baby
And I can't get a single sound
-- S. Ray Vaughan


Country folk can survive.
-- H. Williams Jr.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

On the Edge

I await.

I try to do other things, but I am continually distracted.

Will Tony get whacked, commit suicide, lose his family, turn to the feds?

Will A.J. flip out?

Why the shovel?

I just can't stop thinking about it... the alternate endings, the end of an era, almost everyone else is already gone.

Soon, we'll know.... but not soon enough!

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Ugh... cool blogthing jacked things up

I did have a scrolling blogthing here that showed the lyrics to my latest enamorment in song: Mika's "Grace Kelly" (specifically, the trance remix version), but somehow posts got disabled by copying the script here and when I enabled them, things got even more wonky and a new song I'd never even heard of replaced it.
So, for the safety of all concerned, it has been deleted.
This is no fault of the song, however; it's melodic, anxious, just a snip (ok, a lot) gay, and fun, as Violet of The Lemonade Stand can attest!
Check it out!

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