I couldn't be Ann Coulter

Ann and the Rev. Al Sharpton as in my visions of Hell. Posted by Hello

I took the light rail from the George Bush Turnpike around Richardson to Dallas’ West End today for no particular reason. It just seemed like the thing to do. Going into a major city gives you a big shot of reality juice. You see people who have problems that make your own (unemployment, unemployment, unemployment)seem less weighty. I could be that guy that came up to me who was deaf. He had scribbled on a card that he was asking for change. I could be that blind woman whose son wheeled her onto the train in her wheelchair. Well, I couldn’t be a woman without quite a bit of fixing up. But, I could even be, God forbid, a Republican!!!

Oh have a sense of humor. After all, Ann Coulter supposedly is funny when she emasculates Democrats.

I don’t know, Ann Coulter is a very scary person to me. She is a reasonably attractive woman, apparently pretty bright, but she acts LIKE A MAN! She is a either a vicious man trapped inside a woman’s body or else she’s one of the boys. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But really, how could any man date Ann Coulter without thinking he is going out with a better looking shell of Rush Limbaugh? Tomboys can be cute, when they’re 6 or 7. Ann is considerably older than that.


Hi, Technoidiot here. I have a long way to go in learning this blog thing. I was able to figure out last night how to post the photo of Trish Murphy I caught yesterday, but it took a lot of vodka tonics. Maybe that’s the key.

A lot is going on in the world today. But it’s Saturday. Just let it flow if you know what I mean.

Trish in Dallas

Trish Murphy picks and sings at Bill’s Records in Dallas Posted by Hello

One week of being unemployed and I get Trish Murphy. Yessssssss!
I “worked” only a couple of hours today scanning the Internet and looking for jobs. I went to Bill’s Records in Dallas on Spring Valley where Trish Murphy was playing. What a dump! But what a magnificent dump. I think you could probably find Edison on record there, not to mention his psychedelic poster. This was my first time to hear Trish live and I was so very impressed.

I first heard her on the radio several years ago singing her “Concession Stand Song.” I have since then received her e-mails notifying fans of her upcoming shows. She is just a fabulous artist with a wonderful voice. Her songs are witty, insightful and fun. I guess I will have to buy her new CD “Girls Get In Free”
once I don’t have to worry about starving to death from unemployment.

Woman fingered in finger case

After years in the news biz, I can say without reservation that you just can’t make up some of the real news gems. The severed finger story is a good example. I read today that police arrested Anna Ayala She is the woman who claimed to have found a finger in her chili at a San Jose Wendy’s restaurant.

News like this gives headline writers the opportunity to come out of their caves (just kidding) and go to town with pearls such as:

Fast-food finger finder arrested CBC News
Wendy’s washes its hands of finger crisis Chicago Tribune

Since I am from Texas, I think I know a little bit about chili. I’ve even held great chili cook-offs in which the criteria for winning included staying lucid enough after three-or-60 beers to taste the bowl of red. I think that maybe Ms. Ayala doth complain too much. After eating Wendy’s chili, I can honestly say a little extra meat would make it finger-licking good. Oh my. I know. I should be ashamed. But I’m not.

Electric lady parrot

It’z damn hard typing without the ‘ezz’ key. You know, “like q, r, ezz, t, u, v.” The ‘ezz’ key is missing. No it’s not. There it is. My friend’s parrot likes to peck keys on computer keyboards. I don’t know if this is common behavior for a parrot. But then again I don’t know if it is common behavior for a person to let his parrot continually demolish keyboards. A computer mouse is now hanging from Gabby’s cage. Gabby is the parrot. Arrgh. Oh, parrot. Not pirate. The mouse is a stark reminder not to chew those little tan cords, especially the ones through which great galloping gallons of energy flow. I am tired. I will continue the job hunt tomorrow. Hopefully I will remember to take off at noon to catch Trish Murphy, who is playing for free at Bill’s Records. The address:
Bill’s Records
8118 Spring Valley Road
Dallas TX