Sometimes life calls for a little stupidity

I am sad to say that I do not have any actual pictures of the cultural experience.

But that's not to say that I did not enjoy it!

The Family Unit went to the flea market in Lexington on Saturday. We did not realize that we had left the United States, but surely our passports should have been checked.

I'm not going to say that the flea market has become a sort of Wal-Mart for those people who may or may not have moved to this area from a warmer country that is further south of Texas. However, that would be true. There was such an abundance of food that I could not recognize being sold that I thought I had been relocated through some bizzare time portal.

But all that KRAAZEEE made me feel quite normal. And for that I'm glad.

Munah munah

So OH HAPPY DAY the PT Loser GT is finally sold. You know the difference between a PT Loser and a PT Loser GT, right? The Loser GT has a turbo. That means it needs copious quantities of premium fuel fed from it's 2.1 gallon fuel tank, the tires cost four times the GNP of Guatemala, and the motor bay is cramped. A typical PT Loser engine bay looks like five pounds of manure in a 1 pound sack. A PT Loser GT is more like 35 pounds in a 1 pound sack.

But I digress, because by selling this car America wins. I mean that because I suckered, er, sold it to a frenchy Frenchman. You know of France right? It's the only country that lost it's own civil war. They did in fact win one battle, Yorktown. So we owe them one. But we bailed them out at Tripoli, WW I, WWII, and Vietnam. I say enough. They have given society much; Renault (the LeCar, enough said), unshaven smelly women, and a love of Jerry Lewis. Nothing much to brag about. So I sold this idiot that car. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

So for those of you keeping track, two months ago we had two daily drivers. The PT Loser and the beloved but beat Sunfire. They had 100K and 170K miles respectively. After selling and buying, we have a Cavalier with 60K, and a Jeep with 100K, and added over $1000 to the bank account.

Life is awesome!

V, where are you when we need you?

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.


Today is Guy Fawkes day in Brittan, commemorating the attempted destruction of Parliament. Guy Fawkes, along with his conspirators, were executed for the crime.

More significantly for those of us that value freedom, it was the inspiration for the lead character in "V for Vendetta," which was originally a graphic novel against Thatcherism in Brittan, but became more open ended in it's opposition to oppression when made into a movie in 2006.

Now that we are subject to the evil communist plots being forced down our throats in the dead of night by the scum in Washington, we should ask ourselves:

V, where are you?

Remember remember the fifth of November...


This message brought to you from Galt's Gulch, Blythewood branch.

Life is wunnerful...

We just got home from a week in North Carolina. It was real rough. We had to watch the leaves turn color *ALL WEEK* with no responsibilities. I know, you can't imagine how I made it through alive. Well, thanks to copious alcoholic beverages and my innate laziness, I just slid by.

We did go up to Cherokee, NC so we could see how much we still hate tourist traps. That, and to buy some overpriced moccasins for a child that won't remember them. Thus the really bad photo of Poopy Pampers...