Fabianna

<<Fabianna>>

What are the odds? Today I found out that in the Univision's recent Nuestra Belleza Latina (Our Latin Beauty) beauty contest the Carolina's rep's name was Fabiana. Just like my daughter, Fabianna. Unfortunately, Fabiana got disqualified.


Fabianna

LAS HIJAS DE JUAREZ

I've been reading "Las Hijas de Juarez" (The Daughters of Juarez) which outlines in gory details the serial killings of young women in this Mexican city. I am originally from Matamoros which is smaller but nearly identical to Juarez. I strongly recommend researching this. Very interesting read about serial killers outside the U.S. and the cultural differences going about (or in this case neglecting to) investigating.

Mobile blogging and me spell disaster. Oh well, FYI, I love my seamonkeys.

They are:
Gary Gygax
Jerry Lee Lewis
HAL9000
Sonic Death (sea)Monkey
Big Bad Vader
Juan, Two, Three
Senor Wences
Mr. Gentlefinger
Taquito
Craig the Destroyer
and
Ginormous Ginny

Today I am testing my mobile blogging. That's Becky.

STARTING OVER.... MAYBE

So, a few years ago I used to follow this hilarious blog called The Idiot Roommate. In a nutshell, the author had an exceptional (not in a good way) roommate. I was able to relate given that my best friend in college had a roommate that reminded me of this guy. Anyway, after a while the roommate left and the blog ended.

Over the weekend I received a comment notification on this blog that he'd started a new blog for his new Idiot Coworker. I read a few posts (and so should you) and I realized I missed writing on my blog.

So, I will try to keep writing here as often as I can as well as my other blog. I will probably start later on today when I catch up from my work stuff.

Lots has been going on...

NOTHING

WITH THE EXCEPTION OF AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER INSIDE MY HEART AND BRAIN TODAY WAS A THOROUGHLY UNEVENTFUL DAY.



WELL, THAT AND i FINALLY GOT MY GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS ON CAT POWER'S JUKEBOX.

CAMERA FIXED & TRIP TO SURFSIDE BEACH

WELL, I FINALLY GOT MY CAMERA-PHONE (OR IS THAT PHONE-CAMERA?) FIXED SO I'LL BE ABLE TO POST PICTURES AGAIN AND PRETEND PEOPLE ACTUALLY VISIT THIS BLOG.

THIS WEEKEND I WENT TO SURFSIDE BEACH, SC WITH MY FRIENDS' BAND, CATTLETRUCK. THEY BOOKED A TWO-NIGHT SHOW AT NEAL & PAM'S SO WE DECIDED TO MAKE IT A WILD NIGHT IN PARADISE... OR SO WE THOUGHT.


SO,ROAD TRIP... FIRST THINGS FIRST, MODE OF TRANSPORTATION. BEHOLD,IN ALL IT'S MUNICIPAL ROCK STARDOM; THE OFFICIAL CATTLETRUCK TOUR TRUCK. THAT'S JUD, THE BAND'S FRONTMAN.


UNFORTUNATELY, THE MIGHTY TOUR TRUCK CAN ONLY HOLD TWO PEOPLE (TRIP, THE GUITARIST AND JOE, THE DRUMMER) AND THE EQUIPMENT SO WE HAD TO USE THE OFFICIAL CATTLETRUCK ANNEX TRUCK WHICH CARRIED MYSELF AND JUD.


THE TRIP WAS LONG, PAINFUL AND UNEVENTFUL SINCE, FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND, THERE IS NO DIRECT HWY TO MYRTLE BEACH. TOWARD THE END IT BECAME PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY PAINFUL!


SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL (OR HELL AND HEAVEN, DEPENING ON HOW YOU SEE IT) WE STOPPED IN THIS MONUMENT TO RURAL CONSUMERISM. THE ONLY NOTE OF WORTH HERE WAS THE HOTTIE DIRT ROAD WHITE GIRL BEHIND THE COUNTER. WE GOT THE USUAL ROAD TRIP JUNK FOOD; CHIPS, SODAS, CIGARETTES, SLIM JIMS, GUM AND THE DIRT ROAD WHITE GIRL'S PHONE NUMBER... SHE'S NOT GETTING CALLED THOUGH CAUSE SHE LIVES FUCKING FAR FROM CHARLOTTE!


"FRIED CHICKEN AND ICE CREAM"... WORDS FAIL ME. ONLYL IN THE BOWELS OF SOUTH CAROLINE WILL THIS MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE.


AFTER ABOUT TWO HOURS WE'D DISCUSSED EVERYTHING FROM POST-MODERNISM TO THE SEXUAL ORIENTATION OF A MAN WHO UNDERGOES GENDER REASSIGNMENT SURGERY ONLY TO BECOME A LESBIAN. AFTER THE LATTER CONVERSATION WE DECIDED TO SIMPLY LAY BACK AND EMJOY THE OPEN ROAD AND THE STILL, COMFORTABLE CALMNESS OF DRIVING THROUGH ENDLESS,BEAUTIFUL, PASTURES. THE NEON GREEN GRASS (I'D NEVER SEEN GRASS THIS GREEN) HOPING FOR MORE PRECIPITATION FROM THE OMINOUS GRAY SKY. HERE'S A GOOD TIP, IF YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE A ROAD TRIP THROUGH THE BACKWOODS OF THE NC/SC BORDER MAKE SURE THAT AMONG YOUR CD STASH YOU INCLUDE THE DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS, THEY WILL MAKE YOUR PILGRIMAGE A SOOTHING ONE AND IT'S THE PERFECT SOUNDTRACK TO THE RURAL LANDSCAPE BACKDROP.


NEARLY FOUR HOURS INTO THE TRIP (AND EVEN DEEPER INTO OUR SNAPPING POINT) WE FINALLY SEE THE FIRST SIGNS OF THE BEACH.


WE MADE IT!


SO, IT'S ONLY 4 PM AND THE SHOW DOESN'T START TILL 9:30. WHAT TO DO?


"LET'S GO DOWN TO THE BEACH", I BELCHED TRIUMPHANTLY AS IF I JUST CONCOCTED THE MOST ORIGINAL IDEA. AND TRUST ME, IT WAS MUCH FUCKING COLDER THAN IT LOOKS IN THAT PICTURE. FREEZING COLD, TIME FOR PLAN B... "LET'S GO TO THE BAR AND DRINK", WE ALL (EXCEPT FOR TRIP) YELL IN UNISON!


AND... WELL, THE BAND CAN SET UP OR WHATEVER... AS LONG AS THERE IS BEER.

THIS IS WHERE THE WEEKEND STARTS GETTING INTERESTING BUT THE REST OF THE PICTURES ARE IN THE ACTUAL CAMERA. THIS POST WILL CONTINUE WHEN I UPLOAD THE PICTURES.