They all love soup and talking and not talking

Ok, I can't go to bed without a minirant. No offense to big happy haired people (ok maybe a little offense), but Lubbock has taken big hair to a new level with this--the amazing Bump It. I call it the Sarah Palin do, but here in the Hub City, it is called beautiful. [shudder].

And fine, girls, if having a hump on your head the size of Quasimodo's does it for you, then so be it. But, Praxis, does it remind you of something?

Random thoughts

Today is the CPs bday. He's joined the league of thirtysomethings. I didn't bother offering to take him out. I did, however, buy him a card with a Vulcan on it. I forgot it at home.

Yesterday at the AcDec event, a kid was wearing a poncho--you know, the Clint Eastwood Good Bad and Ugly kind of serape poncho. I didn't see him at first until my friend leans over and sings in my ear [insert Ennio Morricone]. I choked on my own saliva laughing.

Training now for a new sporting event. It's the Avon 2 day 39 mile walk. A full marathon the first day and a half the second. We camp overnight. I'm a little anxious about walking for 39 miles. Running 26 was a long enough time on my feet. Still, it sounds like a challenge, and it raises money for breast cancer. They won't let us run because they can't close the streets for 2 full days, obviously. It's a safety issue.

At the same time, I'm training to run the Baylor Bearathon in March and the San Antonio Marathon in November. Neither of these is for charity.

Upcoming trips--Vegas in March, Lubbock and Chicago in April, and hopefully the northeast or colorado sometime in the summer.

Met a woman yesterday named Meg Swan. This was fuel for many chuckles throughout the day, especially since I was drinking Starbucks and working on my laptop.

Don't look at the fat ass losers and freaks. You look at MEEEEEEE!!!!

Ah, gotta love Best in Show.

Praxis, the man for his time and place, came down to sunny Houston as one of the legs of his Snowbird Vacation. There was much walking, naming nuts, kareoke singing, marmot sighting, and Lebowski viewing. We also ate bbq where, right in the middle of Sunday football, the bar was broadcasting pro bowling and a dog show. And yes, Prax visited Bizarro Catbirds, where we meet with Twoshirts and Goldie and changed the lyrics to songs.

BC is really starting to have some problems. Half the place was closed down. My favorite bartender was not there. It took them 35 min to figure out how to make an Irish Coffee or to not figure it out, actually, because I never got it. Apparently, it was "too much of an issue" or so the waitress said.

All in all, it was krunk, to use the parlance of our times.

So Praxis leaves with a mission in hand--Operation Marmot. It's top secret, so I can't reveal the contents. He also has Operation Robert Goulet, which involves posting about the aforementioned singer in a marmot coat singing Christmas carols. Post on, Praxis. Post on.