Remember the last End of the World? Y2K? Everything was going to break down. No water, no food, no power, no air. Well that came and went, and nothing happened. For most folks, for me it was a bitch.

Within the two months surrounding 1-1-2000 I lost my job, I totaled my car, my girl left me (and became a whore,) and I lost my home. It was traumatic.

But it all worked out. I was let go from 2 on 12-1-99 and seven days later started at 9 where I became promotion director.
I smacked my ailing car into a light poll in the Walmart parking lot and upgraded to a V6 with electric locks and windows.
I shed a girl that had a wondering eye.
And I had to move.

Now we're at another End of the World, 2012. This time it's the Mayans. So while 2012 will pass without notice for most of you, I'm taking action. I'm not going to sit back and be a passenger to the changes that wash over me. I'm going to author them

In 2012 I will find a home that I can protect with guns and bars.
I will plow my car in to a dealer and drive off in something better.
I will file for divorce.
And I will take my talent to a new trade.

Life is a stream that we are all in, we are all subject to the current, but there is no rule saying "you can not row the boat."

Step one: a new job.
Check.

I really like Sunday morning AM radio preachers. Their muffled lonely voices are so full of sincerity. I imagine a guy left alone in a cold studio, recording his prepared words on reel to reel tape, thinking that if he can bring back just one lost sheep who has strayed from the fold, it will all be worth it. And every time leaving the studio, not know if his message was effective or even heard. But knowing that he'll do it all over again next week, and every week until he is called home or is no more.

My contact has been bothering me and on close inspection, it looks as if a mouse snuck in under the cover of darkness and gnawed off the edge of my lens. Guess I'll order new ones tomorrow, and get some d-CON just to be safe.

At Tumbleweed/Windlands Park (across Wadley from the airport.)

Had dinner with Abe Lincoln at The Barn Door in Kermit, Texas. He was upset with his wife. She kept spitting out half chewed bit of steak, complaining about its consistency. He exclaimed, "Dammit Mary, at least use your napkin so the retards don't see you." The waiter asked if there was a problem. To her complaint the waiter explained, "You ordered well done. When you order well done, we ruin it like a cat's liver." I asked the president if he could recommend a local shop for good artisan breads. He wasn't too familiar with Kermit. As we were leaving, I wished him a happy birthday and a happy President's Day. I explained the creation of the holiday and that just pissed him off. "Everyone thinks they have to tell me about President's Day when they come back. What do you want me to say? Thanks for the bull shit! I didn't ask for this. Fuck you, man. Fuck you!" This is where we parted ways.

Just step out the back door of Kent Kwik at 302 & 18, turn to your left, and be accosted by a giant rock. Now that's small town charm.

The first time I saw the Toyotathon commercial with Fabio, I thought, "Why does Leonard Nimoy have long hair."

We started at Midland Powersports at 8:00 with breakfast from the T-Twisters. The ride was at 10:00 and ended at the NewsWest9 studios. Motorcycle clubs included T-Twisters, Legacy Hog, CMA #284 (Christian Motorcycle Association), Tall City Road Riders, Stonegate, Star Touring #309, Church in the Wing, Midessa Ruff Ryders, Outrider, Patriot Guard Guardians of the Children, Iron Cowboys, Survivors United, Corvette Club, and Honda Goldwing Riders.

Here's the news story with a little extra video.

I ordered a new iPhone on 9/26/2010 and got it on 10/15/2010.
It took 15 days to whittle it out of glass and only 3 day to get here.
Here's the path it took from Shenzhen to Midland.

<br /><small>View iPhone's path in a larger map</small>