MIA

Missing in Action? I should think so. The days seem to be filled with nothing; not in any nihilistic sense, but rather as lingering sense of without. That said, I have finally had the opportunity to reconnect with the programing created and marketed for people like you and I: Adult Swim. Honestly, how did I miss you Drinky Crow?

I have been traveling around recently, to both Atlanta and San Antonio respectively, and have enjoyed the opportunities to reconnect with Родина--The Land of Cotton. The humidity aside, the trips were wonderful and I had a chance to see some people I haven't seen in sometime. Another thing I was excited to see was The Alamo. Many have told me how underwhelmed they went to see the site. I suspect this is because they don't really understand the actuality of the battle that took place there.

These Texians (yes, that is their proper title) fought thousands of Mexicans over a scrappy mission by a shitty scrub down near a piss-small river. They were not fighting for "America" nor for any sense of destined autonomy; they were simply fighting for the contract that Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana chose to violate when he shat on the Mexican Constitution of 1824. Texas said fuck you--profoundly--and every last man died for their cause (folks from as close as Mexico and from as far as Germany).

I (along with many of the others who have never before been to the great State of Texas) though of the place much like a theme park: loud attractions, costumed natives, plenty of shooting ranges, and free mustache rides! Texas, after this trip, madw a decent impression on me. I can understand why they are the way they are...at least a bit more then I had before.

So Texas, I say to you "Well Played, Sir. You're whacky do-righting and oversized 12-gallon hats are slightly more tolerable now. Bare in mind, however, that this change in my opinion does not ever permit you to wear jeans on my Colorado ski slopes."

HBM Out
the stars at night are big and bright (clap clap clap clap)