Movie Idea

I just had a great idea for a movie. It's good like Tony Robbins good. See, there's this plane. And some people on it. Maybe it's a Boeing 777. Maybe all the passengers are the genetic equivalent of the group Bush's tax cuts help. Now here's where is gets really fun. There are snakes on the plane. (Time to suspend your disbelief.) Maybe they're ill-tempered and have laser beams attached. Maybe not. Either way, they roam around the plane (which clearly should have no pilots) looking to satiate their god-given bloodlust. They succeed. The end.

War on Terrorble Disease

Bush-Activism

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Potluck Explained

I think the true origin of the term 'potluck' is: "if you eat what's in that pot, good luck."

That's why I'm not having a potluck dinner the second weekend of August. What I am going to have is Hammered Fest. As in hopefully a bunch of nails get hammered into my cabin during the daylight, and hopefully a bunch of humans get hammered at night. Visco might tell you something about that being a double entendre. I might tell you something about that being fun.

Anyway, that's the tentative plan at the moment. I will take comments here, and come up with an email sometime soon. Working on my cabin will be strictly optional. Other jobs include a multitude of foremen (or women) who aren't scared to drink before noon and heckle those of us foolish enough to try and accomplish anything.

Oh, No

Congratulations are due to Goody and his boss. Good luck with that kids (pun intended.)

Regarding W

A Change of Name

Hence forth I shall be known only as Robinsisco.

Death of a Con Man

Strong evidence that karma is real came today in the timely death of Kenny Boy Lay. He died remorseless in Colorado of a massive heart attack. He was 64.

I wonder if all the money he made will buy back his soul?