Sheer wannabe fantasy.  Tsk, tsk.  'Course, that is what this site is all about.  Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

     "Rainsford", called the general,  "if you are within the sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congratulate you.  Not many men know how to make a Malay mancatcher.  Luckily, for me, I too have hunted in Malacca.  You are proving interesting, Mr. Rainsford.  I am going now to have my wound dressed.  It's only a slight one.  But I shall be back.  I shall be back."                                              Richard Connell, "The Most Dangerous Game"

     I met my friend Johnny Eye at Strange Brew coffee shop at Manchaca and Stassney today.  Nice place, loads of personality, interesting crowd, very bad, weak coffee.  We talked gulf war, Sleuth, old friends and theater.  An extremely pretty girl with Elvis and Willie tattooed on her left arm asked for a light and I spent more time paying attention to her than conversing.  This is Austin for you, 100 in the shade and we are drinking hot coffee.    

Billy Bunny, single, male, known dissident, finds a cub of genuine feline stock.  A pure feline has not been seen since the plague made the ungrafted human stock nonviable.  The rules are clear, no animal of the graft shall be allowed to remain among the Rabbit clans.  It is well known that the ones who keep such beasts will fall to the enhanced telepathic powers of the cubs.  This goes double for feline cubs, or in Old English, kittens.  All such animals will be turned in for instant eradication.   Billy is already under scrutiny from the Lapin elders for his outspoken views on co-existence (none) and his eventual place in Lapin society (first).  Some suspect forbidden juicing.  If he keeps the carn baby, this will be a perfect excuse for an ostracism.  Yet deception comes easily to all rabbits, and this one is very devious, even capable.  A crisis is sure to ensue!      The stage is set for a collision. 

      Frederick Courteney Selous , 4 January 1917, shot and killed while leading his force against Lettow-Vorbeck's askaris.  He was 66 years old.  What a great man.

     Hauling in crabs, Conn harbor, Aransas Pass.  I love the Gulf coast and spend a lot of time fishing and such when I am down there.  

     There are choices that have to be made.  When it comes to self-starting, I must bribe myself to see results or I will not act at all.  Threats mean nothing, but amusement everything.  Need, not greed, is my prime motivation.                                           Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.                                                                                                                    

      Roger Degueldre put his life on the line to avenge the sell out of the pied-noirs by de Gaulle.  Utterly fearless, this splendid man was promoted from the ranks to Lieutenant of the Foreign Legion.  A survivor of Dien Bien Phu.      Roger Hercule Gustave Degueldre May 19 1925 - July 6 1962,  Knight of the Legion of Honor. Leader.  Hero.  Killer.  Savage.  Brave.  Tough. Degueldre being decorated by General Massu.  The civil war in Algeria was unbelievably ferocious and the starting point for today's problems with Arab terrorism. Warrior. He was arrested on 7 April 1962, condemned to death on 28 June and executed by firing squad in the Fort d'Ivery near Paris on 7 July. Three officers appointed to command the firing squad refused and were demoted. In the event only one bullet from the 11-man firing squad hit him. The officer in charge emptied his revolver into Degueldre and had to get a second weapon to finish the execution.   When God made this guy he forgot to p

     "The warrior, a wolf of iron nerve, was forced back step by step, but exacting a price in blood every inch of the way".                                             

   I need two things from our society- fresh coffee and unlimited tobacco.  I do not need the police, EMS, politicians or protection from imaginary enemies.  If something happens and those entities could have saved me, tuff.  I won't squawk.  Our leaders are so shortsighted and stupid that we cannot recover from this financial catastrophe.  We can recover the respect (fear) that we were once held in by the world with an American Churchhill, but there ain't one.  Of course, as we go so goes the earth.       One can see what has happened to the first world by looking around and watching how many people depend on electronics to avoid thinking.  If they are not using their hand held brain upgrades, they will be chattering away on a communicator as if life itself depended on whispers in the aether.  To quote a genius writing team, our society is so much pornographic Muzak.      All of this could have been avoided had our leaders realized, or cared, that a chaotic system