It's 3:36 am and I am about to head to work.

I've scored a gig babysitting (that is managing) a friend's junkyard all this week while he and his 2 managers fly out to Las Vegas under the pretext of attending some convention or another. While they see the sights and sounds I get to wrangle Engines, Transmissions, Door Panels and Gas Caps. I get to jockey a whole fleet of wrench and torch wielding rednecks. I get to listen to sad stories and bust hustles. I get to appease angry customer's whose cars have been towed because they just stepped into the club for a minute but were just about to move their car away from the fire hydrant. I get to resist the amorous advances of lonely housewives who wanna trade for some work to their old Tin Lizzies.

I get to feed the junk yard... roosters.

Yeah, there are no dogs at the junkyard. Just 3 roosters. They serve as alarm clock, watch dogs and as frequent comic relief. Anyone who has been around barnyard wild life know that roosters like to challenge other living or moving things for right of way. It's fun to watch one of these birds actually think about it before running out of the way of a big John Deere front end loader, or do a dance and shuffle at a tow truck trying to intimidate it before giving way.

Too bad I'm not a writer. I think I'll see enough drama and adventure this week, I mean the kind you can only imagine, to fill volumes. Or at least to script a few seasons of the next big hit soap. "Days of Inbred Hijinx". I brought my camera along and if I can figure out what category to post them under, I'll but up some pics of my journey.

You guys enjoy your jobs serving mocha lattes, or selling people books they'll never understand, or arguing the kerning on a web page with a client... I'm off to do some man work and rock out with my cock out.

or cocks.

yeah yeah yeah
Giant robots fighting evil to save our planet. We've seen it all. Over and Over. Still, I liked the movie. All except for the part where they replaced the charming young actress who played Sam's girlfriend with some sort of blow-up fish balloon. Someone should tell youth today to leave well enough alone and stop getting stuff tattooed, lifted, hiked, increased, reduced, replaced or injected. Megan Fox looks like a clown in clown shoes and it makes me sad for her and all the people who are similarly driven. Even sadder for the jerkies who think that sort of thing is attractive.

That said the summer skies are bright and blue here in Sunny Florida (when it is not storming), my hens are laying and the ducks are quacking and people's computers still need repaired so life is good.

Here's hoping you're all having a great summer too!

They're not just for looking good anymore.

It's knowing stuff like this that lets me sleep like a baby at night.

Have you ever tried to figure out what font someone is using? Or what fonts are close substitutes?

Well I came across this website at http://new.myfonts.com/WhatTheFont/ that helps you do just that. You can take a small snapshot of an image that has the font you want to identify, and upload it as a .jpg (or other formats I guess). It then shows you what letters it thinks it recognizes, then shows you what fonts match closest. It's just really, really neato. So neato that I decided to share it with you all.


Now you know!

- beane

So it's a new year and I guess the list of things I am thankful for is longer than the list of things I could want for or bitch about is. That's something. I'm not too excited about it though; I feel like I am moving through the world wrapped in 4 inches of cotton and styrofoam. Maybe it's the cold weather.

Hope you all had a happy, safe holidays. Actually that sentiment flows from me to the collective 'you' each and every day. Why be stingy in my benevolences ? Yeah, I don't see why either.

I always knew it, but here is evidence finally. I'm doomed because I'll never go back to all cotton... I got some silk shirts for Xmas and they feel so right. Maybe I can find the number for the S.O.W.F.H.G.U.

Be good

- beane