The long way home...

After 50-55 hours of work, sometimes I find myself getting alittle tired. I'm 52 and should take better care of myself, but I don't. After work I get in the truck and start for home with the radio on a "classic rock" station. Today, Supertramp was playing and I began to remember every line of 'The Long Way Home'. The tune is sad really, this guy is just figuring out that he's a joke and all that kindda shit. Back in the day, I could relate to this song as I would buy a six-pack and drive around for an hour or so before going home. Today, I know what I want and I'm working hard to make it all happen and it's a bit trying at times. But, I don't feel the need to take the "long way home" as it were. I just want to get home, and that's a good thing. Peace.

Behold...the bunny for 2011

Rick and I have been fans of wildlife and nature for years. We spent hours in High School thinking of ways we could contribute to natures landscape. The idea for a strawberry catus was a dismal failure as was the idea for developing a hybrid wolf-house pet. But, after 35 years, we have hit upon a real live creation all our own. After years of Ricks studies with the New Mexico Jackalope and my fondness for the Chesapeake Bay rabbit, we have developed a Hybrid rabbit that can run 80 mph and swim like a fish. We go to Washington State next month to unveil our creation. We thought we would let our friends at Moonpie have a sneek peek. We are so proud.....just have a look.

Speaking of Red River and my Dad...

Here is a shot of our family on a ski trip we took to Red River, NM in, I think, 1975. You can see I am wearing the cool hand-tooled leather visor that I later left in Gary Gober's car when I went in the Army. I believe that I wore that hat almost daily when I was a High School Senior.... but maybe not.

I actually turn up wearing the hat my mom has on, two or three years later in Moonpie. There is a shot where I am throwing a rock off a hill uop at UTK, and one where I have my Buck knife clenched firmly in my teeth.

And, you know, the whole thing -- with my dad dying and all -- is like... On the one hand I'm so angry at the universe for all the shit I've been going through over the past year or so. And then I think about something like this. How odd that I made the trip back to Red River this year. A place I was with my family, and later my friends. How fortuitous that we held a party on the evening of the 3rd to get together, ten hours before my dad died. It was like a going away party for him. I remember that I had not even wanted to celebrate the damn birthday to begin with (it's actually today -- how's that for sucky?) but just because it felt like celebrating wasn't the right word for it.

Rick's Dad's Obituary

Reflections Funerals & Life Celebrations: Obituaries Thanks to those of you who've expressed condolences in the past few days.
~Rick

Time to reflect....

Feeling the grief right now.

My dad passed away not long ago and now Rick has lost his dad. Rick and I have communicated by letters and now The Moonpie Chronicels for years but I needed to call Rick on Monday when I found out the news. I guess my first thought about Gunther was how he would get pissed at us for being teenagers and somewhat dim, in his eyes. Rick and I both had a short laugh at the thought.

See ya Gunther. Peace man.

We'll get back to the Pie when we feel like being funny.

Real Men of Genius

How to Hide Beer at the Office.


God knows we would never advocate drinking on the job. (God's already shown us the results of that endeavor.) However, you could easily use this as a good place to stash your weed and 'ludes at the office.

Burning Man my ass.....

I don't need no stinking Burning Man to have a heat wave. It's been in the high 90's all week here in Maryland. Sunday it was 100 degrees and I thought I would burst into flames. The only reason I did not catch fire was the fact that by mearly standing in the shade, my elbows and kneecaps were soaked in sweat. My t-shirt weighed twenty pounds and was soaking wet, preventing any flames of fire from catching.

*Note: the above photo is not Rick or myself. Rick and I would NEVER wear Moon-boots. Please.....

The Cave re-post, re-post....

Thats it....if Rick can make a trip back to the cave after 31 years, so can I. When I go, I'll have to bring a milk-crate, macrame wall hanging and a ceramic bong to re-create this photo. Sorry for the re-post, it's just that we're awfully fond of caves.....

Afamelanotide

My new favorite word Afalamanotide Click the word to hear it.