In true rare form I watched some actual television, ok not that rare. The big screen is tuned into a news program and the typical peripheral tv blasting some kids television show. After a while I barely noticed, the canned ham laughing actually souned in tempo to the news casters monolgue of news delievery. The carefully planned pauses and accented words to emmit more sympathy or dwelled on thoughts in time with loud laughing and clapping. Prince so and so is coming to Washington to deliver an address to the association on blank...(kids tv) "hey, hey, HEY"....and then he will be traveling to... I mean the perfect rythm of I believe nick and cnn or something was quite helarious. I am quite sick though, those of you that know me, might have already known, but i mean seriously sick, like it hurts to cough and nothing tastes good. I'll keep you up dated on the everything in the mean time, mcbro is slowly making progress.

As promised I have uploaded some new photos. I usually never leave home without the ol' point and shoot, but Easter evaded me. Here is my second consecutive Easter basket in a decade. I was happy to see a "cars" basket full of the favorites, I got my peeps on shortly after this. I could not leave a perfect opportunity that is the lack of carpet and the addition of the wheelchair ramp go untested and as my childhood perceptions of the nirvana of riding your bike directly into the house, and then around in the house really is as RAD as I expected. My new haircut in low light only because the flashed on proofs looked like DMV fodder and lastly the great motivator, morning coffee with Dave and Mcbro's crotch, the rest of my bro would intermittently migrate towards the hot coffee and coconut crumb doughnuts, then recede back to all the seclusion and safety a laid back wheel chair offered. I have no doubts he will be returning to police work as soon as possible, all of the people in his beat will have to fend off the over run of doughnuts in the district until then.

loath for the ungrateful dawn. The days come by quickly and progress made is forgotten daily, the only true measure of movement towards the decimated goal is charted by biweekly posts when the large part of my day is consumed by the very tool I have yet to master before me. Speaking of tools, I replaced the water heater today and like other projects in my rear view mirror it will be revisited at least one more time until the grease pencil can scribe a line on my expanding list. I may have secured a position pawning coffee to the masses in an ever moving home location, the need exists perpetually further from my domicile. I need a steady stream of scalding joe to keep moving or the tremors keep my fingers dancing on the keys like my quivering lips in a standard rabid phone call. I picked up some groceries on the list in an effort to get one more monkey off my back and walked in on the doomed tuesday. Periodicals are my weakness. I browsed the ones I could not take and bought the one I could not leave like a six year old it the pound, not looking for the one I would take home, but the ones that would surely be killed upon my departure. Hot Rod, put out a rag worthy of someone elses disposable income. I sweated out my labor of love for hot water (try it Europe it's the bees knees) and dwelled in every word on the slick pages of my mag. David Frieburger is back in a seat that I have maybe seen in my slightly dishonest peek in the den of iniquity that is the Pedersen Publishing Offices, the fourth floor (didn't realize their were so many mags in that house) can now rest assured that some form of rhetoric that I can latch onto is still in place. Pavlov's theory was proven again this side of Russia as I almost literally poured over every page of loveliness. More so than anything Larry Flint has minted in his lifetime, the sickness has taken over for tonight, so in my Ambien en dosed state I feel the need to share my opinion that does not effect anyone with as many people who don't care as possible, hence the inebriation. As soon as the green butterfly comes we can all rest assured that the gray matter will slowly switch over to something that does..well.. matter. It's the double sided sword of logic and reason in the standard epic battle that fights in every man I believe, the duality gene. The reason the brain is split in two quite literally because the ensuing battle royal that would be it's end anyhow. That thin membrane that separates us from the part we would like to kill is the sanity that we endure. I don't have any new pictures to post tonight as my camera is a full 5 feet away from me, but I will elaborate without evidence that Mcbro and I look quite alike to his hairstylist and I am the proud owner of the best cop hair cut 12 dollars can buy from someone who speaks a tad more Mandarin than English, could have been Cantonese, I couldn't hear over the straight razor on my scalp. It looks great seriously, I couldn't get a ticket with this do. Thanks to all and I hope you all did something special on Easter.

Ok, mr. reliable here. I know I have not posted in a while and I have the technology, but I don't feel comfortable posting pictures of other people and i don't take pictures of my self very often, but as a word here and there I have no excuse. Things are going nicely down here in Texas. It rains a lot, but when the sun comes out it's beautiful. We are spending more and more time outside. We went to Ronnies craw fish fry next door a few weeks ago, and Mckay had a blast. I also had fun, but he was looking forward to it for days, just to get out of the house. The kids have there activites and Kim is constantly helping everyone. Honestly i don't know how she does it all. I have been reliving my childhood quite a bit, the music, the food and the brother that put me through the best of the eighties. Growing up, I thought the Pet Shop Boys were bad ass, because my bad ass big brother dug them, after giving it a second listen, If it wasn't for the regular surges of testosterone and disipline I would question the lifestyle of anyone owning an lp currently. My urge to ride has been supressed by bad weather, worse roads and an ignorant knowledge of roads laced together with unfamiliar names linking to lands unknown. I did don my riding gear to ride the haro in the back yard, the kids are required to wear helmets when riding, and I wasn't about to disappoint, however without hitting a car my safety was not in question, with the exception of SOB, short of breath, maybe I'm too big for the tight jacket and heat stroke, take my word for it, wrapped in leather and unable to breath is hot. or try it for yourself after the kids go to bed.