Over the centuries, humanity has been so impressed by the splendor of the peacock's colors that this magnificent bird has variously been a symbol of divine beauty, endless love, paradise, purity, rebirth and God's omniscience. That is a quote from the New York Times. It pisses me off when they say something like that as an attention grabber. Just some poor newsroom interns attempt at linguistic poetry. Its like rap-man-do taking the stage with two of his hoes and saying "Thanks to the man upstairs".
Props God, props.

Thank you Rap-Man Hoe.
Your bootylicious flava and new hair makes the awards cermony worth the... I can't. I can't lie.


Chorus: There have been a few beer commercials in the past that were written with the idea that they could mock a certain job type personality with insincere thanks, get a laugh, cause a few water cooler conversations and sell a couple of beers. Not once did they cause me to buy a beer of any particular type and I don't have a water cooler. I have laughed at these simple jokes, but they do make you ponder the importance of some semingly unimportant possisions in our daily life. The foam finger man for example. In the span of history the guy who invented the foam finger stating such and such team was "# 1" or even a generic finger with no team loyalty. This finger, when worn proudly, evokes pride for the wearer and at the minimum a nod in affirmation by his co-fans. If I notice a similar possision I will do my best to thank them here... this blog. No doubt the subtle impact they might have had deserves more than a mention on a blog that is ready by 5 people a day (4 of which are typically routed here by Google search looking for "pictures of Tennesse Fish" or "fishing the Tennessee River" or "mouse hunting" and the 5th being myself).

BPC: Thank you "Median Mower Man"
Your tractor with attached multi-blade, uneven, trash munching, curb crunching, drop down mowing thing is a steadfast keeper of time. Circling through your route once a month it reminds me to mail my electric bill, change the air filter in my central heat and air sytem, and thank the Lord I don't have to work in the beating sun. Who knows were you go 7 months out of the year. Off to your caribean holiday home or circling the globe in search of the endless summer and miles of interstate with 2 foot tall grass and beer bottles and cans to make into tiny diamonds or aluminum bullets. Your unending support keeps my line sight open to on coming traffic and the neighborhoods which have sprouted up within yards of the busy highway. Your attention to detail is unmatched. Thank you for following instructions to "Do not mow - wild flowers" which allows the reds, yellows and pinks of the buds to flourish. So as the mowing season comes to an end, I thank you and wish you safe travels for the fall and winter.


Well it is end of quarter again. Time to reflect on the past three months, work my hiney off, deflect general criticism about my company's performance from unknowing customer employees, drink too much Moutain Dew (the canned kind, not the slung over your shoulder, shake your face and cough kind), push my analytical thinking skills... gota go, boss is calling


Guatemala Time
Its 14:34 in Guatemala... yet no one is answering at our office there. Perhaps they have caller ID.


Spilled the Ink
I love a good joke... and that is a good joke.

Agnate Manifest
I love the glory of people who can see the the glory of marriage

Wired News: Turn That PC Into a Supercomputer
I like it. $25,000 bucks would get you a supercomputer on your desktop. That is the opening price too. In a couple of years, we'll see them in our PDAs and Dell will have them as an option... or standard. Good golly. With that type of cheap calculations/second bump we'll be seeing quite a bit more of the DNA sequence opened up to easy interpretation. Hello infirmity cures and dangerous ground.


in response to the Samurai Barber
Since I am leaving at noon today for the weekend I thought I would use this oportunity to post on my own site instead of feeding the giant that is the Samurai Barber. Our local hardware store has true honest character. It just happens to be that they don't care what condition the place is in. The aisles are littered with items fallen off the shelves, the hardwood floors they started a year and half ago are only 2/3 completed. They will spend 15 minutes helping you find a bolt you pay $.05 for. I shop there when I can because when they say its over in the back corner, it actually is over in the back corner and the back corner is only 30 feet away.


"All good fishermen stay young until they die, for fishing is the only dream of youth that doth not grow stale with age."
---- J.W Muller

There are two things I need to get off my chest.

-some poppy seed chicken from lunch.
-some Dr Pepper from lunch.



We are like 4 or 5 steps from the mark of the beast or perhaps we're just a few steps from every students dream of a phone implanted inside your head for test time. I am living in some sort of archaic time from like 2001 or something. I still have this phone and this PDA.


The wife and I are seriously considering it. What a great idea to put in the play room upstairs. If you need the room you can pick it up and put it in the actic, you can pull out the beds for company our lounge in it for a movie. Now I need to get the cash.


Need a drummer? This guy is one bad mother. You can see it in his eyes. What can you see in his eyes you ask? Rythm, plain and simple... or is it creativity?


This is an interesting site that lets you see how much of the radio waves in your town are owned by media giants. Surprisingly Nashville is 82% other. I clicked around a little and that is pretty standard for TN except for Chattanooga which has 23% owned by Clear Channel Communications and only 68% other.
Clear Channel is "clearly" the biggest conglomerate. I bet you won't try to win that 1,000,000 call in prize now since you are competing with roughly 20% of the listening audiance in the entire United States!

It wasn't too long ago that that the communication companies could start buying more than a limitted amount of waves in any given market. Now we have an endless supply of "Battle of the Sexes" contests, pee-on intern jokes, and celebrity news available in the morning. Britney and freinds will be making a little more bank for their preselected months of fame and the local owned stations will get all the cool listeners and the cool listeners will win the free tickets to cool local concerts.


Move your head closer and then further away from the screen.