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.                                                                        ...