DO NOT FEED THE TOWELS

So an old favorite of a place; the men's room stanks of urine and offers a two-tiered option for condoms via vending machines, yet still is pretty damned great. No buffalo gals tonight, however.

About as hard as it looks

After maybe three years secured in packaging, hidden amongst the things in my trunk I have finally opened up this fly rod.

I insisted that I use my own rod for fishing, resulting in the debacle you see above. Tying is trying enough when you know what you're doing. This, this is, well, not awesome.

Done now though and I feel like a champion!

:(

Just found a new item to add to 'dislikes' under the info for my inevitable Mr. October spread:

"Driving behind livestock"

Scenes from Medina

Not too much in the ways of landmarks in Medina (save for the drive-thru church), so I had to make do.

Speech-to-text software: a work in progress.

Recent text exchange between me and tonight's host, updating him on my progress:

-Just hit margo

-Good. She's a bitch.

So it goes.

So you know,

Cherry pits do not, in fact, taste like candy.

I didn't even know there was a contest...

Just passed a joint named The Velvet Antler. We have a winner!

Little. Mellow. Different.

Floodwood:

Me likes. I could weekend here.

There are these moments...

This is my hand. I can move it. Blood pulses through its veins. The sun is still high in the sky, and I, Antonius Block…am playing chess with Death.

Status Update

...is currently reliving sick days from high school with blaring speakers and imaginary guitar solos courtesy of Green Day: Rock Band.

If I only had that microphone.