I was all fired up to get a new-ish van when I realized what we really need around here is a new car for baby-mama.
She does a lot of driving around, ferrying art and art supplies, and her pickup truck wasn't up to the task. She's been soldiering on for years with it though. So I put my van plans on hold and finagled a deal to get her a slightly used hatchback that she really likes.
It's not a complete loss for me as I now inherited her Toyota pickup. It has a camper shell on the back and after some cleaning and shining up, the old girl looks pretty darn good! It has the small 4 cylinder engine, cruise control and a pretty good stereo too. So I'm tooling around town in style, listening to Sam & Dave sing 'Soul Man' on the CD player.
I'll have to do a camping trip to see how things work out. The truck is an Xtracab so there's room behind the seats and the bed is a little over 6 feet long. I can set up my sleeping bag, etc. back there. This is do-able.
I gave my old van to my brother as he has the bug for a home-brewed camper now.
Well, we'll see what happens next. It's never what I expect, is all I can say...
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
As Alfred, Lord Tennyson sez...
Spring has finally arrived here on the farthest west portion of the continental USA. Blue skies, grass so green it hurts your eyes, everything in bloom and Claritan sales picking up over at Tiffany's Drugs.
As Al Lord T. once wrote, "In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."
I seem to remember something like that in my youth but now that I'm an old geezer my thoughts are turning in a direction the old Lord T. may never have imagined.
I need a new van!
Those who know me understand that I don't mean a 'new' van but rather a van new to me.
My trusty 1990 GMC Safari, Brunhilda, is getting long in the tooth and needs me to either start fixin' stuff or get off the pot. She was a stalwart companion on my 10,000 mile cross country odyssey a few years back and still continues to run, although I'm hearing her whine a bit. Her only drawback is she's just a little too small inside for me to stretch out in luxury.
So here I am searching Craigslist for something cool. And old school. Above all, it must be cool. Something like Mr. T's van in "The A-Team." That's just the way I roll.
So the search is on for a 70s or 80s Chevrolet, GMC, Dodge or Ford van (in that order), so I can bust out this year in search of my love in shag-rugged glory, tie-dyed curtains shimmering through the porthole windows, CB dialed in on channel 19..."Breaker. breaker. this is Red Dog asking anyone in range where I can find some good pie!"
As Al Lord T. once wrote, "In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."
I seem to remember something like that in my youth but now that I'm an old geezer my thoughts are turning in a direction the old Lord T. may never have imagined.
I need a new van!
Those who know me understand that I don't mean a 'new' van but rather a van new to me.
My trusty 1990 GMC Safari, Brunhilda, is getting long in the tooth and needs me to either start fixin' stuff or get off the pot. She was a stalwart companion on my 10,000 mile cross country odyssey a few years back and still continues to run, although I'm hearing her whine a bit. Her only drawback is she's just a little too small inside for me to stretch out in luxury.
So here I am searching Craigslist for something cool. And old school. Above all, it must be cool. Something like Mr. T's van in "The A-Team." That's just the way I roll.
So the search is on for a 70s or 80s Chevrolet, GMC, Dodge or Ford van (in that order), so I can bust out this year in search of my love in shag-rugged glory, tie-dyed curtains shimmering through the porthole windows, CB dialed in on channel 19..."Breaker. breaker. this is Red Dog asking anyone in range where I can find some good pie!"
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Testing...
This is Stumble. Back online and monitoring. Test, test, test.
Just thought I'd start writing down random thoughts as they occur to me and also do some pie reviews. The pie situation in town has vastly improved.
That is all. Hunker down and as always, stay off the skyline.
Just thought I'd start writing down random thoughts as they occur to me and also do some pie reviews. The pie situation in town has vastly improved.
That is all. Hunker down and as always, stay off the skyline.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Demand more bread and better circuses!
Here we are in the middle of the collapse of the American empire and I have to say I'm highly disappointed in the caliber of circuses being provided.
All we're getting is a bunch of bloggers on the right and left (as if there was such a thing) shooting snarky comments back and forth during commercial spots in the Michael Jackson funeral coverage. Or we get the Sarah Palin drama or that guy who had the babe in Argentina.
Are we that friggin' stupid that we fall for this shit? Do we care? I don't think so. I think our imaginations have just been dumbed down by the constant years of listening to political bullshit.
Meanwhile the masters at Goldman Sachs laugh at us and send their minions in the government to vacuum up any left-over dollars they may have missed on the last go round.
I say if they plan to bring it down around our ears, they should at least pony up for a good show!
Get a clue, rich dudes. Look to the Roman Empire. Those guys knew how to put on a good show.
They had food orgies and people fighting wild animals and each other...to the death! Come on, anyplace that has a vomitorium has to be party central.
So what do we get? Some pathetic Court TV trial to send Bernie Maddoff up the river while all the real crooks pose for the camera in the background. They could have at least injected a little drama and action into it.
I would have rounded up all his "victims" (oh boo hoo, the bad man lied to me) and sent them into a big room with Bernie. Then I would have turned out the lights and let them all bitch-slap each other for being such dumb-asses, while filming it all with night vision cameras.
Then I would have opened all his properties to the homeless that live closest to each, turned them loose and filmed that too. Let's see some major breakage and pillaging a la Katrina. Let's see some people down at street level getting some! Let me see a guy who hasn't had a bath in 6 months jump into some silk sheets!
Here's another idea. We can take all the newly empty shopping malls and turn them into arenas.
(ooohh look...jobs!) The multi-story malls would work the best.
The upper levels would have a few beer stations, food courts and clear viewing areas of the bottom floor.
Down at the bottom level, we herd in a troupe of homeless people. Maybe start with the guys that hold signs on corners, they're really irritating. Then turn the lions loose on them.
Talk about a show! The lumpenproles who still have a job would go nuts. Nacho sales would go through the roof.
We could even have special nights...Illegal Alien Night or Home Grown Domestic Terrorist Night.
If they work it right, every minority group could be whittled down one by one. Then it would be childs-play for their goons to round up the few survivors and send them to the work farms.
It seems the masters are an unimaginative bunch though. If they played it right we could all have fun in the apocalypse.
Write your representative now. Demand more bread and better circuses!
All we're getting is a bunch of bloggers on the right and left (as if there was such a thing) shooting snarky comments back and forth during commercial spots in the Michael Jackson funeral coverage. Or we get the Sarah Palin drama or that guy who had the babe in Argentina.
Are we that friggin' stupid that we fall for this shit? Do we care? I don't think so. I think our imaginations have just been dumbed down by the constant years of listening to political bullshit.
Meanwhile the masters at Goldman Sachs laugh at us and send their minions in the government to vacuum up any left-over dollars they may have missed on the last go round.
I say if they plan to bring it down around our ears, they should at least pony up for a good show!
Get a clue, rich dudes. Look to the Roman Empire. Those guys knew how to put on a good show.
They had food orgies and people fighting wild animals and each other...to the death! Come on, anyplace that has a vomitorium has to be party central.
So what do we get? Some pathetic Court TV trial to send Bernie Maddoff up the river while all the real crooks pose for the camera in the background. They could have at least injected a little drama and action into it.
I would have rounded up all his "victims" (oh boo hoo, the bad man lied to me) and sent them into a big room with Bernie. Then I would have turned out the lights and let them all bitch-slap each other for being such dumb-asses, while filming it all with night vision cameras.
Then I would have opened all his properties to the homeless that live closest to each, turned them loose and filmed that too. Let's see some major breakage and pillaging a la Katrina. Let's see some people down at street level getting some! Let me see a guy who hasn't had a bath in 6 months jump into some silk sheets!
Here's another idea. We can take all the newly empty shopping malls and turn them into arenas.
(ooohh look...jobs!) The multi-story malls would work the best.
The upper levels would have a few beer stations, food courts and clear viewing areas of the bottom floor.
Down at the bottom level, we herd in a troupe of homeless people. Maybe start with the guys that hold signs on corners, they're really irritating. Then turn the lions loose on them.
Talk about a show! The lumpenproles who still have a job would go nuts. Nacho sales would go through the roof.
We could even have special nights...Illegal Alien Night or Home Grown Domestic Terrorist Night.
If they work it right, every minority group could be whittled down one by one. Then it would be childs-play for their goons to round up the few survivors and send them to the work farms.
It seems the masters are an unimaginative bunch though. If they played it right we could all have fun in the apocalypse.
Write your representative now. Demand more bread and better circuses!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The world's laziest blogger...
...That's what my brother Tom calls me, and I have to say, guilty as charged!
But in my defense I have to say, I'm retired! I don't gotta do nothing.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The sky is falling...
As anyone who doesn't live in a Himalayan Cave knows, the economy is circling the drain. Everyone is blaming everyone else for the problems. I can hear Oliver Hardy now, "Well, another fine mess you got us into Stanley!"
The collapse of our society could be a real consequence, no longer a mad idea relegated to the sci-fi movies.
If I have to spend all my time poking through a smoking pile of garbage with a stick while wearing animal skins, that's gonna cut into my 'searching for pie' time. Matter of fact, there could come a time when pie no longer exists. This is bad.
I guess when it comes down to it, there will probably be only 2 choices: live in a walled village with a bunch of unarmed peaceniks, dressed in robes and sandals, or...join a Mad Max type biker gang! I think if there's any chance of getting pie, the biker gang will be more likely to find it.
Guess I better get to working on my leather, fur and spiked collar!
The collapse of our society could be a real consequence, no longer a mad idea relegated to the sci-fi movies.
If I have to spend all my time poking through a smoking pile of garbage with a stick while wearing animal skins, that's gonna cut into my 'searching for pie' time. Matter of fact, there could come a time when pie no longer exists. This is bad.
I guess when it comes down to it, there will probably be only 2 choices: live in a walled village with a bunch of unarmed peaceniks, dressed in robes and sandals, or...join a Mad Max type biker gang! I think if there's any chance of getting pie, the biker gang will be more likely to find it.
Guess I better get to working on my leather, fur and spiked collar!
Friday, February 6, 2009
The birthday boy shoutout
Happy birthday to my foster father, Henry Hale. He's passed on now but was a great influence on me while growing up. It was pretty amazing that we shared the same birth day.
And here's to Bob Marley. We were born on the same day, same year. Cool runnings man.
Some others today: Ronald Reagan ( the old guy on Tales from Death Valley), Eva Braun, Rip Torn, Francois Truffaut, Tom Brokaw, Fabian and Rick Astley (Of Rickroll fame.)
Happy birthday, all y'all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI
And here's to Bob Marley. We were born on the same day, same year. Cool runnings man.
Some others today: Ronald Reagan ( the old guy on Tales from Death Valley), Eva Braun, Rip Torn, Francois Truffaut, Tom Brokaw, Fabian and Rick Astley (Of Rickroll fame.)
Happy birthday, all y'all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI
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