Thursday, December 2, 2010

Let's Go Supreme, With a Blog Post

After a long hiatus (read: having a baby) and a subtle hint I received in a birthday card - I'm baaaaack!! It is truly a wonder how you view the world completely differently with a baby - Jesse and I feel truly blessed, and we are excited to share each new day/discovery/experience with Baby Victoria. However, there is also humor to be found in this new life purpose called parenthood.

For example, dog tags clinking together never sounded so loud before (especially right after you put baby down for a nap - seriously, it's like everything goes into slow motion - the dogs get up and shake their heads and I'm getting up frantically saying/scream whispering "NOOOOOOO!!!!" ), babies expel gas from both ends at extreme volumes (and you find yourself enthusiastically applauding both, or getting a fit of the giggles in the wee hours of the morning), and specifically related to our baby - the leg thump. When she gets excited about anything, she starts thumping her leg with the enthusiasm of a jug band member.

Also, I am always thinking about the baby, so pretty much anything I see relates back to her in some way...it's like a new version of the game 8 Degrees of Separation, which I'm sure is annoying to others, but provides me with hours of new entertainment. Here are some of my current favs:

1. Everytime baby eats, "let's go supreme" - the first part is the best:



3. The answer to most of my questions to her - from Hot Fuzz:



And now, baby calls and I must away!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

SFW: Epic Parking Fail

The latest Scene from Waco is almost too much to believe. Behold, the worst parking job I have ever seen, executed/attempted by  a DirectTV rep near the Books-A-Million on Highway 6. He's not even facing the right direction! And why did he just leave it there? No tow truck handy?

photo by Diana Davis, master iPhoner

Monday, October 25, 2010

Whore-o-Ween 2010: Something Slutty This Way Comes


Halloween. That magical, mysterious time of year when carved gourds become acceptable home decor instead of a sign of dementia. When staid church elders erect miniature tombstones and life-size devils on their lawns. When it suddenly becomes OK to take candy from strangers--and if they don't give you any, to vandalize their houses. And when shy young maidens decide "Hey, if it's just a costume, it doesn't matter that I look like a streetwalker." You know we have a problem in society when Lady Gaga is a top costume pick for a night of "innocent fun." Innocent my Aunt Fanny. Seriously, take a look at some of the offerings found at our local Target.


First we have a slutty devil. That's to be expected. If costumes are going to get slutty, then we have to assume that the devil is going to be the first pin to fall.










Next, a "flirty" maid and nurse. Also to be expected, as women in these professions are well known harlots. Especially if they tend to elderly, wealthy, recluse "clients." I mean, this is such an engrained part of Western culture that every fake porn title in sitcoms is "Naughty Night Nurses 9," and even Disney's Beauty and the Beast had a slutty French maid character.






Now things start to get weird. "Red Hot Riding Hood?" Are people not realizing the wrongness of this situation? What is OK about making this already freaky Grimm fairytale in an "adult" scenario? "Oh no, I'm a lost little girl on my way to Grandma's house. Are you the strong, handsome woodsman, or the naughty brute who ate my grandmother?" NOT COOL.



Sexy Firefighter. When I was growing up, there no such thing as a "Firefighter," only Firemen. Not the Ray Bradbury kind, but the badass kind that run headlong into the burning danger we all run away from and take it down. Why do we need slutty cartoonesque firefighter ladies? And who finds these sorts of things attractive? "Oh baby, you're so provocative in your outfit from a traditionally male dominated profession. This role reversal has got me all worked up."




This abomination is brought to you by the letters T[ramp], W[hore], and the number $. Nothing. Is OK. With this Costume. I hope the ghost of Jim Henson haunts whoever came up with this nightly. ("Hi-ho, Jim the Ghost here.") Also, that his heirs slash their tires for selling out so atrociously. I thought the "Sesame Babies" diapers were bad. Slutty Big Bird is just so much worse.







Young ladies, a word of caution--everyone is judging you. Sometimes, because we find it comical that you miss the irony in being dressed like a sexy angel to attend your youth group party. Sometimes, because we're just embarrassed for you. But sometimes because you're applying for a job which requires discretion and good personal judgment, and your Facebook page tells us you don't know what those words mean. Keep this in mind as you select a costume this year.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Junior Associate Davis Settles In; Focuses Practice on Nursing, Defecation

As most loyal readers know already, Junior Associate Victoria Margaret Davis officially joined the Davis Firm on September 19, 2010. At present she is handling a light caseload to allow time for her extensive pro bono work. Her current projects include learning to sleep through the night, feeding without spitting up, and diaper spoliation.

"We couldn't be happier to have Victoria on the team," said founding partner Jesse Davis, "What she lacks in experience she more than makes up for in cuteness, hopeful  potential, and innocent wonderment. We're confident she'll grow and prosper here at the Davis Firm."

When first reached for comment, managing partner Diana Davis said, "Why are you fooling around on the internet? This baby needs changing, Davis!" She later opined that the new addition was wonderful, and a source of endless joy for all concerned.

Rather than distributing the traditional cigars to mark the occasion, the Davis Firm has released its first-ever commemorative beer: "Victoria's Birthday." This special brew is patterned after brown ales popular during the reign of Queen Victoria. It was concocted right here at firm headquarters with help from brewmeister Justin T.




(more pictures available on Facebook--email us for a link)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Genius Transportation Service

So I've got this new idea for a business. Basically, I'll be like a cabbie or limo driver, but I'll exclusively drive the leading public thinkers of our day for distances of at least 200 miles round-trip. I know, I know it sounds crazy, but this is legit. You see, I got the idea when I was driving Prof. Stephen L. Carter to and from DFW airport yesterday. How was the experience, you ask? Simply put, INSANELY AWESOME.

Unlike some other brilliant people I have met, Prof. Carter is approachable, engaging, and a true educator. Everything Prof. Osler said and more. He and I talked about a host of subjects, everything from the dwindling Texas water supply to football to fiction writing to the future of the Episcopal Church. Prof. Carter had many insightful things to say about these issues, the pressing and the mundane, but he was also genuinely interested in my thoughts. I've always thought that one of the marks of a true thinker is that they derive more joy from conversation than they do from pontificating. For all that his knowledge and understanding surpassed mine on any number of subjects, Prof. Carter invited me propose theories, state my views, and challenge a few of his. Many of his sentences began with, "So do you think..." At Judge Starr's inauguration yesterday, Prof. Carter spoke of the need for civility and mutual respect in American public discourse. After spending time with him, I can tell that this is not some idea he dreamed up to bash talking heads and sell books. To me he seems to have a heartfelt conviction that we all need to do some deep thinking, and--even more importantly--deep listening.

Gushing aside, I'm honored to have met the man, and proud to be among his academic descendants (through the Osler line). Please excuse me now, I need to go buy every book he's ever published.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Snakes Got To Eat

Newsworthy post: an article from the New York Times regarding a massive recall on mail order frozen mice due to a salmonella outbreak.

A customer of MiceDirect: "Steve Gilfillan, a deputy sheriff in Council Bluffs, Iowa, keeps 'a couple hundred' garter snakes in several neat rows of roomy enclosures in his basement. The snakes, he said, are like part of the family, which leads to a certain familiarity.

'As far as precautions, I don’t know,' said Mr. Gilfillan, 51, who said his three children helped feed and care for his pets. 'Snakes got to eat and snakes got to poop and you got to clean it up. It’s just the nature of keeping them.'"

*Red bold = WHAT???? and TRUE, DOUBLE TRUE

Thank you, NYT

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Vampires in Waco?

Nope. It's just Carter Blood Care milking (ha) the Twilight blood thirsty fanaticism at the Starplex on opening night. At least this blood will be going to benefit humans! Although, if you think about it, a blood donation company would be the best front for vampires. I've got eyes on you, Carter! I recommend requesting the vampire needle (see left) for the most devout fans.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

SFW: Colon Health, Existential Hairstyling, and the Insurance Racket

Welcome, ladies and germs, to the latest installment of our sorta-regular series, Scenes From Waco. In this very special Waco Drive Edition, we explore the surreal landscape within a 1-wood of our humble home.


Let's start with a blast, and Waco's infamously misleading "Colon Massage" establishment (also recently featured at Micah-Circuitry). Whizzing by at 40 mph, most drivers' gut reaction is that the place offers some sort of bowel manipulation service. But closer "scoping" reveals an elusive ampersand, conjoining two very different therapeutic activities. The Health Center's proprietor is Rev. Rufus Stephen, B.S. No kidding, the fellow who makes his living shooting hot water into nether orifices bills himself not only as a member of the clergy but also as the proud recipient of a bachelors degree. Not to knock the old baccalaureate--I've only got a B.A. myself--but it can't be good for the colon business to tell folks up front you're not some kind doctor or chiropractor. And the whole "Rev." thing doesn't really help. Are you some kind of sphincter priest? Every potential answer just raises more disturbing questions. I'm not even going to touch the "B.S." thing, because you know I don't have to.

Few people know that after Egypt got over the whole boils, frogs, and rivers of blood deal, a wrathful God visited upon the world a plague of lawyers. Our own Jerusalem-on-the-Brazos still suffers from a glut of licenciados of varying quality. I don't know anything about Mr. Afton J. Izen, Esq. or his professional chops, but I do know that A) $79.50 is a pretty good price for a quickie divorce, B) no one should pay an attorney for services his sign confesses are not performed by an attorney, and C) acrostics are a terrible way to be taken seriously or convey information to passing motorists.




Now we jump across the street to "Salon Dada," a beauty parlor I'm not even sure exists. I mean there's a sign and building and everything, and people go in there, but these dadaists are the same folks who put a urinal on a pedestal and called it art. I think the stylists are using their scissors to cut up magazines and make collages, rather than doing hair. Maybe this is where the crazy runway model hairdos come from. But if you ask me, ceci n'est pas une salon (I couldn't help making a Magritte reference, even though he wasn't really a dadaist).

Finally, we head down the street to RICO Insurance. Insurance is one of those businesses I comprehend but don't fully understand the complexities of. However, I am pretty sure that a firm in such a universally hated and mistrusted industry shouldn't name itself after a federal anti-racketeering statute. Just my two cents. A quick google of "RICO Insurance" yields not this business' phone number or website, but an article on "protection" schemes. Has the mob sunk this low, to set up shop in Waco with a blue jay as their mascot? You have to admit, it's a more believable story than Godfather III.

Friday, May 21, 2010

For Christ's sake, be a crucifer.

All hail! A new blog has entered the blogosphere: Crucifer. The author is the Rector at St. Alban's Episcopal Church here in Waco, TX (if you ever want to visit, Jesse and I are members!). St. Alban's is by far our favorite part of Waco - and this blog promises to be a collection of intellectual, spiritual discussion - I recommend you all check both out! One of Jesse's favorite quotes, "For Christ's sake, be a crucifer" is featured in the first edition.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Olympic Embarrassment

Leave it to the Brits to name the ridiculous space-age 2012 Olympic mascots with upper crust 19th century names: Wenlock and Mandeville (both were potential Jr. Associate names, curses!). If you haven't already, check out the psychedelic unveiling video below...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Philosopher or Philosorapter?

In a New York Times opinion piece titled, "What Is a Philosopher?" Simon Critchley discusses Socrates' tale of when Thales:

"was looking so intently at the stars that he fell into a well. Some witty Thracian servant girl is said to have made a joke at Thales' expense — that in his eagerness to know what went on in the sky he was unaware of the things in front of him and at his feet. Socrates adds, in Seth Benardete's translation, 'The same jest suffices for all those who engage in philosophy.'

What is a philosopher, then? The answer is clear: a laughing stock, an absent-minded buffoon, the butt of countless jokes...the one who is silly."

In thinking of the most interesting people I know, I would say the majority are also the most "silly." These are the professors from who I have learned, or desired to learn from, many of my closest friends who I spend hours talking to without a dull moment, and mentors who offer a different, more laughable (yet very serious) view of the world.

However, for the aspiring lawyers who follow this blog:

"Socrates introduces the 'digression' by making a distinction between the philosopher and the lawyer, or what Benardete nicely renders as the 'pettifogger.' The lawyer is compelled to present a case in court and time is of the essence. In Greek legal proceedings, a strictly limited amount of time was allotted for the presentation of cases. Time was measured with a water clock or clepsydra, which literally steals time, as in the Greek kleptes, a thief or embezzler. The pettifogger, the jury, and by implication the whole society, live with the constant pressure of time...By contrast, we might say, the philosopher is the person who has time or who takes time...Pushing this a little further, we might say that to philosophize is to take your time, even when you have no time, when time is constantly pressing at your back."

The latter statement, I think, is something that we should all strive for - to allow ourselves the time to philosophize, to be silly, to think outside the box.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

All Hail Our Robot Overlords!

This video is conclusive proof that we will lose the coming war against the robots. I mean, they even found a way to reanimate MJ! (Watch the whole thing for some of the best parts)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Practice Court: The Legend Continues

Attend me closely, and I will tell you now of a kung fu that is stronger than any other in the ways of law. I have wandered the Halls of Darkness lo these many weeks, and I have climbed to the summit of the Celestial Courtroom. I have descended to the depths of the Five Hour Mini-Trial, and narrowly escaped the voracious jaw of the ancient beast--he who is called Memo. I have trod the Six-Fold Path to a Winning Argument, and beheld the anguish of a Adverse Evidence Ruling. How has a mere student such as myself survived these arduous tasks? I have learned from worthy masters.

In many ways, kung fu is the perfect metaphor for the practice of law (especially litigation). Properly executed, the offensive and the defensive practice flow together seamlessly. A practitioner may chose which style (or "school") of practice, among many, best fits his individual strengths and weaknesses. A practitioner must always be ready to recognize and adapt to changing circumstances. A good practitioner will approach an obstacle with preparation, deep thought, and inner calm. But most importantly, a good practitioner trains with learned masters.

It is appropriate, then, that I've found myself comparing my professors (notably the PC profs) to kung fu masters, steeped in ancient wisdom passed on for generations and added to in turn by each successive torchbearer. Individual professors teach what they learned from their professors and mentors. And, entire law schools can develop meta-personalities, commonalties of thinking that morph in to a true "school of though." For example, a practitioner of Baylor style legal kung fu is unrepentantly aggressive, but also honest and forthright--he'll fight you tooth and nail, but he'll do it by the book.

So what have my masters taught me? I've learned the bulk of Baylor-style litigation from Masters Powell, Wren, and Counseller. From Master Powell, I've also learned the importance of communication and the narrative. From Master Wren I've learned the persuasive power of truth. Outside of PC, from Master Osler I have learned to answer one's calling and to truly value a new perspective. From Master Serr, I've learned the benefit of careful thought. From Master Beal, I've learned to freely express one's joy and love for what you do. From Masters Cordon and Ryan, I've leaned the strength of an organized argument. From Master Fuselier, I've learned that ancient tradition can have relevance in everyday life. From Master B----- (awkward in this particular context), I've learned that case law might be the hardest drug the hippies ever got their hands on.

I could go on, but I've got more to learn tomorrow. The Practice Court legend continues.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Hearsay is Bad

OK, so it's not the best LOL you've ever seen on the internet, but I bet it's the only one  addressing the Hearsay Rule (or Sir Walter Raleigh).


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Wicked Green Today

"What? What are you all looking at?"
"Oh! Do I have something in my teeth?"
"Alright, fine let's just get this over with: No i'm not sea-sick, yes, i've always been green, no I didn't eat grass as a child."

The above quote is from the musical Wicked, but I thought it appropriate for Earth Day as well, along with a few other internet finds:

1. Top 9 Ways to Celebrate Middle-Earth Day: #2 on this list is precious.

2. An out of this world/non-Earth link: props to the Washington Examiner for using the word probe in an article about sexual harassment

3. Speaking of green, as you have probably heard, the $100 bill got a makeover today, but what about that pesky $2?







Sunday, March 28, 2010

Welcome, Junior Associate Davis!

The Davis Firm is proud to announce that we are in talks to add a new junior associate to our practice. Yet-to-be-named Davis (pictured at left) is a specialist in the areas of Floating, Parasitic Consumption, and Kicking.  He or she is approximately the size of a navel orange, and is expected to join the firm in late September.

"We're eagerly anticipating the joyous event," said Davis Firm partner Diana Davis, "And we couldn't be happier to become parents."

"So I finally figured out where babies come from," shared firm founder Jesse Davis. "it's pretty gross. I am looking forward to having a minion, though...and don't tell Diana I called our child my minion."

Monday, March 22, 2010

Food, Glorious Food!

While eating my banana this morning, I encountered several bruises - nothing novel in the experience, just part of the process when eating a banana you carried around in a bag.

*side note: some folks say they like the bruises - for me, I just close my eyes and try to overcome the mushy texture.

Anyways, I had a revelation this morning about bananas. Not only are they super potassium packers, they should be super heroes (at least, perhaps, ironic). Case: bananas are full of potassium, which prevent bruises in people...yet bananas themselves are incredibly susceptible to bruising. Whoa, I know.

For more food fun today, check out:

1. Why dark coffee is easier on your stomach...
2. PepsiCo Develops 'Designer Salt' to Chip Away at Sodium Intake
3. This scene from Oliver!

Monday, February 22, 2010

Redefining Republican

As we begin 2010, we also start campaign season for the mid term elections in November and the Republican Party's inner turmoil is center stage. The rise of the Tea Party movement within the Republican Party is haunting. These right radical voters (who disassociate from both parties) have the power to win a Senate seat in Massachusetts (I'm happy for the win, but...) and hold their own convention with Sarah Palin (shudder) as their keynote speaker. At least Scott Brown isn't a Sarah Palin crony (yet). And I say yet because I worry to what degree the Republican Party will court these voters for more wins in November and the looming 2012 election.

The Tea Party Nation are those folks at political rallies yelling "get rid of the Fed" or "Secede!" and other radical idiotic statements. Now, not all Tea Party followers are Ron Paul nuts - some I think are just independents who are excited to finally have a unifying group identity. However, the majority of these folks have no idea about the consequences of policy change - they are angry over the Obama stimulus bill (understandably) and the national debt (validly) - but they lack knowledge of how to create effective change and just want to see action, whatever that may be.

The fear clincher for me was seeing Ron Paul win the straw poll at CPAC. I consider myself a conservative - both fiscally and socially. However, I am not a Tea Party supporter. I can understand somewhat favorably the basic ideology of the Tea Party movement, but I completely disagree with the actual policy and opinions of the group. And I fear for the future of the Republican party and intelligent, well educated political thought.

Henry Olsen argues that "If the Republicans do not resolve their internal tensions and adjust to demographic shifts and changing public attitudes, they could easily resume their decline and perhaps even go the way of the Whigs." Which is worse - possible death of the party by not bending to the Tea Party or certain death of the party by becoming the Tea Party?

I argue that Republicans in Congress need to stop playing minority party "poor me." Republicans need to articulate their policy plans clearly (without worrying about driving away Tea Party supporters). Let the crazies be crazies - Republicans, don't drink the Kool Aid!

Monday, February 15, 2010

De-constructing Art in the Kitchen

I'm not going to complain about PC (the reason this post comes after midnight), but before Darth Powell and Darth Wren ruined my life I redid our kitchen. The only thing I have left to do now is paint the cabinet doors. (see below for before and after pics). The total transformation has been a fun/sad project. Fun, because it already looks much better. Sad, because each cabinet door used to display a little piece of folk art a previous owner painstakingly created with acrylic paint.

Every single one of our 25 cabinet doors boasted a bouquet. They were nicely done if you're into that sort of thing, but way over the top for most people's taste. I like to think they were done by a nice old retired lady named Rose. And I've destroyed them.

Sanding each painting revealed progressing (regressing?) layers of color. I even found stencil lines in pencil--Rose's guide as she painted. These cool little touches remind me how much time she must have put into her kitchen. [click pictures to enlarge]


Here are the before pics. Note the sloppy wood stain, dated range hood, and WTF light fixture over the sink.



Now here are the after shots, without the doors (still working on them--did I mention PC?). New paint, new wall color, new range hood, new switches and outlets, and new recessed light over the sink.


Thursday, February 11, 2010

Idaho. No, wait. You da....

Ok, ok, so we have fallen a tad behind in blogging. Since Jesse promised photos/updates from our Christmas adventures (and he is currently balancing the PC work load), I will give it a go:

We were able to spend nearly 2 weeks in Coeur d'Alene, ID at Jesse's grandparent's "cabin." I say "cabin" because the airport shuttle driver said that anything bigger than 2 rooms or that has central air/heat is a house. And she's probably right. However, this house built with logs is affectionately called the "cabin" by Jesse's family - complete with larger than life Native American statue, longhorns, and bear skin rug.

This was the view from our bedroom window:

And the view from the back porch:

Also, a couple of views from the neighborhood road:

Other than lounging at the cabin, reading, and drinking strong coffee, we also took a couple of side trips - skiing in Montana, visiting Wallace/Idaho's silver mining capital, and Spokane.

Skiing was the most entertaining part of the trip, by far. Jesse's younger brother and sister opted for snowboards and they immediately set off for the blue slopes, while Jesse, myself, and Jesse's mom (Laura) all headed to the bunny slopes to refamiliarize ourselves on skis. Luckily, I had been skiing quite a bit when I was a kid, and was very pleased that skiing came back quickly. Jesse and Laura struggled a little bit more with gaining control - Jesse couldn't stop and Laura wouldn't get out of the "pizza" position (going about an inch a minute down the slope). And the day pretty much continued this way - when we finally got on the green slopes, on every downhill Jesse would come swooshing by yelling "I can't stop!!!" and I'd see him intentionally wipeout at the bottom in order to avoid crashing into the trees. These wipeouts were epic. I'd see him coming within about 10 ft of the trees, then all four limbs would be up in the air, then his skis and poles would be thrown and spread out across the hill. One fall was so bad that Jesse's mom got out of her skis (because she could run down the hill faster than ski) to make sure he was ok. Needless to say, Jesse walked away some solid war wounds.

Coeur d'Alene is also a nesting ground for Bald Eagles migrating south - driving to the cabin we would see 5 or 6 just in one tree! Jesse got some great shots:

Of course all I could think about was that scene from 1776:



We were definitely sad to leave...

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Run for the Hills! Mandatory Gay Marriage!


I’ll admit it—the title is a sensationalist bit I stole from Justin and used to get you to read my post on gay marriage. But read on, there’s good stuff here! With Ted Olsen and David Boies’ Prop. 8 Case (Perry v. Schwarzenegger) making headlines, surely you’re wondering, “Sure, but what does Jesse think?” Well I’ll tell you. I’m for it, and I’m agin’ it. I’m for the idea that two people who care deeply for each other can enter into a social contract to dispose of assets, arrange visitation and adoption rights, and the like. I’m against the idea that marriage, theologically speaking, can exist between two people of the same sex. How do I reconcile the two? By telling the government “Don’t Tread on My Marriage!” The two functions of marriage—contractual and spiritual—were melded together long ago in the dark ages. It’s long past time we “put them asunder.” 


Seriously, why is the government still in the marriage business? In the Catholic church, my own Anglican faith, and most other Christian denominations, the sacrament of marriage is complete the moment the man and the women commit to each other before God. You don’t even need a pastor or priest—the ceremony’s just for witnessing, moral support, and the Target gift registry. The State (big S) got into the marriage business at a time when 1) the church and the state were a lot more cozy than they are today, and vacillated between supporting and denigrating each other’s institutions, and 2) property passed around in the largest amounts by through family arrangements—marriage, inheritance, etc—and the state had an interest in regulating such a central establishment. But today, why do I need the government gatekeeping the institution of marriage? In the eyes of the state it’s a contractual relationship, and nothing more. Let dudes have contracts with dudes, I don’t care.

Now, I think things change once you’re inside the church doors. The state’s not in charge anymore, and marriage isn’t a contract anymore—it ’s a covenant and a sacrament.  So really, just like the church can’t dictate who I can contract with, the state can’t dictate who I can marry in a spiritual sense (which is lucky for Diana and I, as our joint awesomeness is an admitted violation of the Sherman Act). Plenty of denominations (too many in my mind) now offer “commitment ceremonies” or full-on “marriages” for same-sex couples. OK, fine. I think it’s gross and not legit, but it’s their deal. But things like the Defense of Marriage Act scare me because we’re suddenly letting the state further inside the church doors than ever before. And I’m much more concerned about the danger the state poses to the church than the church to the state.
For more on the subject, read Ted Olsen’s piece on his Perry v. Schwarzenegger and what he deems a “conservative” constitutional argument for gay marriage.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

SFW: The Beefy Slayer

Here's a special treat, blog-o-friends, while we procrastinate posting Christmas vacation pictures. Scenes From Waco, with a bonus Scenes From Idaho!


Waco's a bit overcast today, but if you can make out the Taco Bell sign at left it suggests that passersby try the new "BEEFY SLAYER BURRITO." At least that's what it looked like to me, as the "5" in "BEEFY 5 LAYER BURRITO" has migrated eastward with hilarious results. Needless to say, I did not order one of these new murder burritos.







We had some shopping to do at Wal-Mart the other day, and decided to pick up groceries while we were there. Great prices, but questionable quality. Case in point, the "Corn King" brand deli ham at right. Why should a cob of corn on the label make me want to buy ham? Why should ham be labeled like produce? Such is the mystery of Wal-Mart, and its never ending quest for the lowest cost suppliers. Perhaps Justin will have something to say about the inefficiencies of raising meat livestock primarily on grains...


And now the bonus! Three awesome phone-pic shots  from Idaho, dipicting 1) a drunken Kool-Aid Man, 2) a dog driving a car, and 3) more over-priced Christmas kitsch.