New Blog

To my loyal CAR fan(s):  I have begun a new blog that will be focused on various personal happenings such as climbing trips and, well - just climbing trips so far.  The idea is to have a place to post trip reports, etc. that I can send my family to.  They may not appreciate the wit and insight displayed on my blog, and therefore, I may not inherit my grandfather's 1971 Subaru that is headed my way if they were to get a good look at the carneasadarobot.

I will keep posting here, but feel free to check out Watch Your Brother Grow a Beard if you find any interest in such things.  I had a busy week in the mountains last week and have two trip reports to prove it.

Here is an inspiring Zappa lyric to get you excited about it.

Brown shoes don't make it
Brown Shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it

TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're okay, he's too weird
Be a plummer
He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
That's right

Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair

Be a jerk-go to work
Be a jerk-go to work
Be a jerk-go to work
Be a jerk-go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
TV tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way you made it

A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office

We see in the back
Of the City Hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy
All night long

His wile's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teen-age queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby, baby. ..
Baby, baby. . .
Cimmie then cakes, uh!
If I do I'm gonna lose my...

And he loves it, he loves it
It curls up his toes
She wipes his fat neck
And it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled
Old City Hall Fred
She's nasty, she's nasty
She digs it in bed
That's right

Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And she's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty

She's a dirty young mind, corrupted
Corroded
Well she's thirteen today
And I hear she gets loaded

If she were my daughter, I'd...
What would you do, Frankie?
If she were my daughter, I'd ...
What would you do, Frankie?
Check this out
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
She's my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty
On the White House lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'till the cows come home

Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Got to meet the Gurney's and a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool
I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from City Hall

Enjoy!

I Got a Camera!

Now I can put up that sexy profile picture I always wanted. 

The camera purchase was inspired in part by Max getting a digital camera for her fifth birthday; I had been technologically leap-frogged by the next generation.

Also, I've been working a ton and am basically rich now. See, I built a fence

and I've been fixing a bank. I keep telling them I need a key to get in after hours and they won't pony up.  I'll let you know when they do - from somewhere far away.

I did get my new camera in time to document my 'special day' on Wednesday.  I was treated to sourdough bread with candy on top. (It made me feel nice and warm inside - with the warmth that can only come from being force fed an entire piñata)

and got some presents (mostly wood screws)

It was pretty bad-ass.

I'm off to build more stuff.  I will return with more photodocumentation.

Dang it. I"m not a quitter. I have to work away from my computer these days and then when I get home my sexy girlfriend wants to hang out and . . . talk about shoes and stuff. Just so everyone knows, I call my mother less than I blog; and I check my email more often than I take a shower. What that says about me, I don't know.

But, anyway. Did you hear that the San Diego City Council just named March 13 (I think) ACLU Day!? Pretty interesting, I think. What is strange is that I have only heard about it from the rightwing blogs. A cursory google search is full of christofascist and wingnut sites balking at the idea that SD would honor the ACLU after the city having to pay legal fees towards cases that the ACLU has been involved with. I didn't search long, but where are the people saying "Wow, cool! San Diego is honoring an entity that supports the U.S. constitution and helps fight for the rights of Americans?" Why does the right get upset about an organization that receives no government funding, and fights tooth and nail for all Americans - regardless of race, sex, religion or national origin - to speak out against oppression by a big government and to exercise free speech? When your local government is preventing you from religious speech or peaceful assembly, who you gonna call?

Whether you are a transgendered Wiccan or a suburban WASP, people who think that your right to make your voice heard are important. Call them crazy liberals if you like - even after defending the MinuteMen and Fred Phelps - but, they will defend your constitutional rights to call them whatever you like. That's what they do.

Lay off, people. I have a life you know.

All three of you guys have yelled at me to post, but I'm busy, so here's something I've been doing in arts and crafts time for you to look at. Enjoy.