To the thief who broke into our house today...

FUCK YOU!!!

I hope the cut you got on our window gets infected. I hope you dropped and broke our cameras before you got to the pawn shop. And I really hope some of the 10 calls you made from the Mrs.' phone were to some loser friends of yours, and that you just made it easier for the cops to find you.

From the World of Late Night Surfing

I found an on-line graphic novel called Shooting War. Currently, 3 chapters are available and the 4th is supposed to drop today. It's set in 2011, where we're still in Iraq, John McCain is president, and live mobile video-blogging is de riguer. I'm a big fan of things set in a plausible future. I like it so far (the illustrations are great) and plan to see where it goes. Check it out if that's your thing.

Soaking In It

Yesterday, on the way to the HEB, I was stopped at the light at 41st and Red River. Looking in my rearview mirror as a car came up behind me, I was able to see only one part of the driver--his/her hands. Hands covered by light blue dishwashing gloves. Were they out of yellow, Tyler?

Barbecue, Bar-b-que, BBQ

A greater truth has not been spoken:

I believe that like sunshine and great sex, no day is bad that has barbecue in it.

Read, or listen, to the rest of the article here. It brought tears to my eyes and made my salivary glands tingle.

I loves me some barbecue. For me, it's like this great equalizer, eaten by everyone from ditch-diggers to presidents. Like the author says, you can eat it off of china (though you'd be pushin' it) or paper plates or no plates at all. There's something about setting that plate in front of you and smelling some good smoked meat, and whatever sides you may choose (potato salad and cole slaw are my usual choices), a couple of slices of white bread, and of course, the sauce....

I know, being in Texas, there are those out there who say sauce is unnecessary or forbidden and they're entitled to their incorrect opinion. Barbecue sauce is my #1 condiment. Ketchup & salsa can suck it. I like it with a little spice and not too watery. Kansas and the Carolinas can have their sweet stuff, but give this Texans a touch of heat, just enough to make my nose run.

So, where to for lunch?