The Verge of Catastrophe

Well, here we are folks, on the fault line between years. Earthquakes, tsunamis, torrential rain where it doesn't normally happen, and here in Tulsa, temps in the high 60's and low 70's. I suppose I can't complain. After all, these things happen at the tail end of an ice age so I'm sure we'll have more natural phenomena to entertain us in the near future.

All the Jeezers, I'm sure, will attribute all this natural disaster biz to the hand of god. Idiots.
These things have been going on long before man invented god in his image so to all you zelots out there I say "Shut the Hell up, you back-asswards retards."

Enough of that, let's get down to some NYE partyin'. I'm going to Brookside Bar and/or Caz's
http://www.cazspub.com/ tonight since it's in walking/biking distance. Since it's amateur night, the cops will be out in full force so no driving for me, bitches. I'm telling you, I can't stand the thought of being in those headlights. What absolute despair. What horror.

I hope you douchebags take it easy, not that I care about you, it's just that I don't want you crashing into someone I do care about. If you're depressed during the holidays, then kill yourself. Stop being a burden and party-pooper for everyone else.

MERRY NEW YEAR!

Picture Page

I'm in the middle of rewriting "Hippo Meat" into an actual story so don't bother me.
In the mean time, here are some quite lousy pics of my fencing class in action:
http://www.larsdesigns.com/sword

Fate On A Roll

A few posts back I mentioned a woman I've known a few years. I also mentioned a few posts later how I took her, Christy, to see that shitwad movie, ALEXANDER and how the date back-slid into blahsville. I haven't heard from her since. I figured she was just turned off for a while because of that stink-ass movie.

Well, I just found out Saturday night that she died in a car wreck just over a week ago. When I heard that at the bar I almost dropped my beer to shatter dramaticly on the concrete floor but somehow I held it. She was truly a good one.
They gave her a little tribute on the marquis where she worked. You can see it here:
http://www.larsdesigns.com/christy/

Be glad for all you have, my bitches.

Little Fish, Little Pond

Getting cold, getting cold. I'd say winter has, indeed, found my dear, old Tulsa. I've been writing a bit lately in a more prosey kinda way on another blog, http://www.fogonthearkansas.blogspot.com
or go to my profile at the bottom and click it. I looked at my profile and saw that it's been viewed a hundred and eighty-something times. Amazing. Hell of a time to be alive.

Hey if you go over and read stuff at Fog On The Arkansas, why don't ya leave a comment while you're there?
You don't have to be nice, just leave something. I KNOW you people are stopping by!
Thanks, bitches.

The Old Soak

This weekend went by like rocket-powered wind. Where did it all go? Shouldn't it still be Friday? Man, I didn't do ANYTHING I had planned. I was cashless, as usual but managed to go with some friends and their kids to Woolaroc as some kinda junior scouty thing. Not familiar with Woolaroc? Well to sum it up, it was the ranch owned by Frank Phillips, the oil tycoon, during the 20's through to his death. It's now a huge museum as well as the original lodge and wildlife preserve. Woolaroc is a contraction for "woods, lakes, rocks". The place is absolutely pimptastic. Oh, to be a multibillionaire in the 20's. It must've been Hell on Earth.
We made it back to Turpen house for a chili and beer ho-down in our standard fashion. Damn, how do I manage to live like this? Even when it's bad, it's still pretty good.

Like pizza.

Here are some pics from the trip my friend posted on his site. You will see animals, piles of dung, urchins, artifacts, shrunken heads, Douchemas lights, and a close-up of one of my favorite paintings entitled "The Old Soak". I believe it's the 57th pic down.
http://www.larsdesigns.com/woolaroc/