Saturday, July 16, 2016
Maldito Amor
I am learning this song on the mandolin. Vicente has the strongest voice of all the Ranchera singers but I think I can tame the melody to something in my range. The lyrics basically curse the woman who broke his heart, or maybe they curse himself for falling in love with the wrong person.
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music
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Q & A With Oggy
Q: We´re here with Oggy Bleacher, the Man in the Van. How you feel, Oggy? Still shitting the bed?
Oggy: My stomach felt like the spawn of Satan had been implanted in my intestines and was gestating. The things that came out of me could be villains in a low budget TMC movie. The toilet was begging to be euthanized.
Q: You do look horrible.
Oggy: Thanks. I am better now. Mostly.
Q: How much do you weigh?
Oggy: If Miley Cyrus ate a whole pizza. That is what I weigh.
Q: So, like, 100 pounds?
Oggy: Depends on the toppings.
Q: Any other news?
Oggy: The world is fucked up.
Q: Care to elaborate?
Oggy: Current events are fucking with my head. You got Tamir Rice, executed in a park by police while playing with an air pistol. If his mother took a belt to his ass to punish him for playing in the park with an air pistol then she would go to jail for child abuse. But the cops executed him for the same reason and no charges were filed. That is fucked up right?
Q: I don´t get involved in controversial issues. I just ask the questions.
Oggy: My stomach felt like the spawn of Satan had been implanted in my intestines and was gestating. The things that came out of me could be villains in a low budget TMC movie. The toilet was begging to be euthanized.
Q: You do look horrible.
Oggy: Thanks. I am better now. Mostly.
Q: How much do you weigh?
Oggy: If Miley Cyrus ate a whole pizza. That is what I weigh.
Q: So, like, 100 pounds?
Oggy: Depends on the toppings.
Q: Any other news?
Oggy: The world is fucked up.
Q: Care to elaborate?
Oggy: Current events are fucking with my head. You got Tamir Rice, executed in a park by police while playing with an air pistol. If his mother took a belt to his ass to punish him for playing in the park with an air pistol then she would go to jail for child abuse. But the cops executed him for the same reason and no charges were filed. That is fucked up right?
Q: I don´t get involved in controversial issues. I just ask the questions.
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editorial
Sunday, July 3, 2016
That Thing When You Shit Your Bed? That Sucks.
I tried to get to the Capitol but ended up near Honduras, sick, coughing, and then I woke up and shit the bed. I farted and followed through. It is the damn water and the bowel parasites. No projectile vomiting fortunately, but I shit puddles on the floor and then walked in it on my way back to bed. Oh well. At least this bed has springs and some padding for my skinny flanks. I am so thin my shoes are falling off. excuse me, my ´check colon´ light is blinking. gotta sign off.
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travel
Friday, July 1, 2016
Modern Pirates
| Carlos, on the left, asked me to take a photo of him and his friend Taco. Classic. I tried to find them again to give them a copy. In an alternate universe they are morning radio talk show hosts. |
| About 1000 percent humidity at this spanish castle. My pirate costume did nothing to make me feel less hot. I felt like Captain Jack Sparrow could arrive any minute. |
| Built around 1650 to repel Caribbean pirate attacks. |
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travel
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Hippie Lost in Mayan Ruins
| Oggy is asking himself when the cursed barber strike will end. The Temple of The Furry Gringo stands in the back. |
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travel
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