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Charles, my old buddy from the Microsoft days has commented to me that I am an asshole for only having four pics this year. I swear I thought there were more… and believe me, I have 100 still to post. I will get them done this week, for sure. I am in GO MODE. You will see.

It is about 43 years since I was killed in Vietnam, in the arms of my brother who said to me, DRINK THE FUCKING WATER! as it poured out of my throat wounds. I still have the leg and groin scars from that terrible debacle of U.S. policy. Anyway… thanks to my bro for trying to save me. Love hers!

Tomorrow Athena and I are going to be getting some pics from around town. We have a little area where the pelicans are out of control and will get some pics to post from there. They are amazing birds. In fact, we may do a little nature picture fest and post some of the beautiful sea birds around here. Athena found a little dead snake on the sidewalk yesterday. Poor little guy. Until then, here are some random pics from the past year.

Another pic of Matilda being… Matilda… BOING!.

Athena in Oregon while we were camping playing with the coons.

Me trying to light the campfire in Oregon, which is really Athena’s job, but we ran out of lighter fluid.

In other Pensacola news, the people here drive like shit. Total shit. They ride up your assholes until you are about to have an accident, then they change lanes and give you a look. It is really retarded. Athena’s middle finger is sore from these experiences.

Oh yeah, the food here in the South is crazy. Not good crazy, though. As I have heard from anyone who has ever been here or lived here is the truth: Deep fry everything and let Jehovah sort out my coronary artery disease. Fried green tomatoes, fried okra, etc. Love em all, but come on folks. I wonder how life was here before the deep fryer?

“What we gon’ do with this heyah catfish?” the boss asked. (not Bruce Springsteen)

“Well, we could wrap it in salt-water soaked kudzu leaves with some butter, garlic and bit of tarragon and put it on the coals until it reaches tender perfection?” Johnson offered.

“Johnson, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of! What we need is some kind of device that will cook the flesh to a crisp and infuse artery-clogging saturated fats into it! That is what we need heyah!” the boss said, slapping Johnson into the next decade. (again, not Bruce Springsteen)

Anyway, Athena and I were talking about opening a restaurant here on the order of the Anne Arundel Seafood place in Baltimore. YUM YUM! Freshly steamed seafood made to order. Cheap, delicious, expeditious! Last night however, Athena made me aware of what folly that line of thinking really is. Her position is that people around here in the small town South don’t want that kind of food. Otherwise it would already be here. They want their burgers, steaks, chicken wings, fried okra, deep fried pickle spears, etcetera.

We have found some steamed crabs around, but they are rather anemic and ineffectual. In Pensacola Beach, there is a place called Crabs We Got ‘Em which has a nice selection of crabs – five pounds of Dungeness, Snow, and Alaskan King for FITTY BUCKS. They are also on the Gulf of Messico and have good drink specials, so check ‘em out. Great service too. Hemingway’s in P’cola Beach is also nice for the price and the food is delish and the service is friendly. We had a pound of snow crab for ten bucks and eggs Benedict to die for. Wait a second! What is this? YELP.COM?

There is one more thing I am supposed to post about, but my notes are not here, so it will have to wait until the next few days.

Oh, I just check my notes, which sort of refer back to the food rant above. Tempura flakes in your spicy tuna hand roll! RIGHT! What is in a hand roll of the spicy tuna variety?! Rice, chopped tuna, spicy sauce, cuke and avo. THAT’S IT, NIGGGGGIRI! Well, in the South, since you can’t have shit NOT deep fried, they toss huge spoonfulls of deep fried tempura flakes in the hand rolls. It is like… you can’t even taste the delicate flavor of the tuna or, Jehovah forbid, scallops if you like spicy scallop roll. You have to actually order the rolls WITHOUT CRUNCH, as they call it. Crunch this, NAGGGGASAKI!


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