I finally received confirmation on the Buster’s show for Saturday, as well as for February.

I saw some miles last weekend. I left Manhattan after the auction, bound for Sharon and my new Wildcat radial tires. I then drove to Sublette, missing my turn in Plains and ending up near Liberal before realizing I was too close to Oklahoma. I took some pictures in Sublette and headed for Lenora, fighting a dirt road detour somewhere around Garden City. It’s crazy how many different types of landscape exist in a state known for its homogeneity.

Jim and I hit the bar a little too hard on Friday night, fun though it was. We ended up in a 2:30am, knock-down, drag-out argument over Apple’s new Linux-based OS X. We could argue the merits of software compatibility and system functionality, but for some reason we couldn’t figure out how to inflate the air mattress for me.

We had a good show on Saturday, and I’m told the recording is a technical success, though I haven’t heard any of it yet. It was fun playing with Johnny one last time. I hope he doesn’t sell his kit. He’s a damn good guy and a damn good drummer.

We’ll bring the new band back to Lenora in a few months. I’m itching to play again, but my calendar hangs over my head like a cloud.

Ho, hum.
Hum drum.
Come to Buster’s.
Yum.

Logging from the Interstate
Back in the flatlands
Enough fun
Back to work

Here I sit
In a penthouse suite
At the Denver Four Points Sheraton
Denver skyline from top floor
11th of a tall hotel
Pretty, pretty
Lots of lights

I made the final table
At the CAA poker tourney
I hope Dayton won
I left when I got spanked

Too much
Too many
Too few

Lock and load

Big Dogg’s – Junction City
Longhorn Saloon – Leonardville
The Page – Hays
The Rail – Hays
TJ’s Cafe – Ellis

What do these bars have in common?

Here I go again
Headed east
Kansas City tonight
Waldo bar
Get to play with Trevor and Dusty
Trevor’s last show in the motherland

Lawrence tomorrow
Watching Mason and the fiddlers
Downstairs

Where the hell is Waldo?

Looks like the Purple Wave gets to auction an Ipod.

I fell, too. Chris, don’t worry. I’m currently playing Counter Strike. It’s a relapse. I’m guarding hostages in Italy. I’m going to win.

Looks like the website has had some work done to it
Fun fun
The image uploader is now working for the band
Better watch the hell out

I’m glad I don’t work at Wal Mart
I went to buy groceries today
Dumb move
Every Jim and Sally was taking his and her matching-overpriced-bullshit-with-a-bow-on-it Christmas presents back to try and convince the retail giant that it should essentially buy back the merchandise, effectively paying for the mistakes made in haste. Let me tell you something, people. When you take something back to Wal Mart, they don’t repackage it and put it back on the shelves. Don’t try to justify your despicable act of returning goods by thinking to yourself that somehow someone will put your item to good use. It doesn’t happen. Most of the time, it gets thrown on a pallet, loaded in a truck, and sent to some bulk transfer station. It’s cheaper than trying to resell it.

You know, it was Wal Mart that solidified the horrible idea of a warranty in today’s society. If Wal Mart wouldn’t have led everyone on the planet to believe that they have no responsibility when they make purchases, the concept of as-is wouldn’t be so hard for the American public to understand. Now that I think of it, perhaps the whole problem is Wal Mart’s fault. Perhaps everyone should buy three of everything they want, open everything, and take two back and say they’re the wrong size, they don’t fit, they’re the wrong color to match your bloody flowers, and the batteries weren’t included. Maybe then Wal Mart would stop pandering to the ignorance of the public.

Merry Christmas