Weatherturd....

Theres really not much else I can say. Theres still no bars. I found a replacement for entertainment and it comes in the form of Chillis resturant. I thought it would be lame, but I was highly entertained by the Louisiana guy talking about getting drunk in Fort Worth and so on. And I expressly remember asking ot have my salad tossed, I mean, brought out before the meal, of "I didnt know steaks came that small?" So when she brought it afterwards and replied, "oh, I forgot" I chuckled deep inside with a thirst for a taller beer. I bet you didnt know that to drink here you have to fill out paperwork, and get a card, that allows you to do so. Ummm, yeah?


And soon I will document the spatial anomoly of donut shops in town.... Tons of em.

So there I was picking out the goat heads from my tire, still inflated, and there was this biggun. I was quite amazed that I hadnt gotten any flats yet as the tire was covered in em. The epoxy hole patch is still joined to the duct tape and all is good there, but then.... I saw a huge intact goat noggin and pulled only to hear ssssssssssssssshit. Now flat, no tools from Garretts garage, no bike shop in town or the county, or any other bikes for that matter. I was fuct. But this was after the look of shock as I passed the dually diesel death machine going 45mph. I dont think this guy had ever seen a person ACTUALLY pedal a bike before. How odd?

And then, I tried to look for a car adapter for my lappy to no avail. It needs a shoebox sixed power converter to plug into. OMG? But it doesnt mean that the realtime mapping isnt going to happen. Im excited and I left my boots at home. Oooops. In fact I dont know how these guys have ever mapped anything before me and ESRI came along? Its like theve never seen the real deal. I dont get it? I dont care. I have some cousins of anheuser busch here where the can says Texas on the label. Neat.