Wedding Day

So, Alexis and that Dave fellow are getting married today...

I am there.
Or supposed to be there.

This song seemed appropriate.

Peter, Bjorn and John, along with Victoria - doing The Chills


I remember this song came on during their last visit.
I think back to talking with Alexis, laying some pretty heavy conversation on her.
She did the same, filling me on things deeper than are best not brought up in casual chit-chat.
Or, perhaps, they are things we should say more...


So, here we are.

Talking about the young folks...

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Audio Selection

I just realized that I forgot to provide the Saturday Scott Music Interlude...

I'll make up for it with this...

I will sidestep the Clutch, with some Pure Rock Fury.

Robert Williams

Enchiladas de Amore, by Robert Williams

In talking with the Authwhore, the other day, we covered all kinds of ground. One such topic was art.
He gave me a puzzled look when I mentioned the work of Robert Williams.

So, here is a link.-

http://www.robtwilliamsstudio.com/

Go have a look...

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Very little

Very little has transpired since the last T-Blogging installment.

The Authwhore was here,yesterday, and called me out on the lack of progress. He then proceeded to pre-occupy my thoughts with literary criticism, editorial functions and the burning of meat.

All of that, plus my own thinking, forced me to post on my lack of progress.

My talking with the Authwhore led to our solving of the worlds problems.
We were, rather unfortunately, too inebriated to recall the solutions we have discovered - to actually fix our f'd up situation.

So, I will just continue with my plans to take over the world.

And I will post this pic of the T, before I put the car in the garage...

Angh! Robot Week.

Itchy trigger finger

Perhaps I am just a disagreeable type. Maybe I just let too many things bother me.

There are a few things bugging me, I just thought I would share.
A Scott snapshot, if you will...


People backing into parking spaces, they bug me.
Perhaps I am missing something, but why the need to back into the parking space?
There is usually some poorly executed seventeen point turn, for douche bags to get their giant truck, luxury car or SUV navigated into a parking space, when they back in.
Somehow, I seem to have a knack for being right behind these folks - and having the chance to watch their lame attempt a parking a vehicle larger than is sensible.
What is the reason?
I can't imagine their escape is expedited much with all of the maneuvering.
What, are you volunteer firemen?

Utility companies buying television advertising - to tell me how much money they save me.
Wouldn't I see greater savings, if they did not buy prime time television spots? Send me literature about their public service?
I mean there is energy spent in all of this, theirs and mine. I am paying for that, right?
Plus, they have a near monopoly - so I can't go to the non-advertising provider.
Don't spend revenue to tell me how much money I am saving.
Perhaps, that cash could go to reducing my monthly bill, huh?
You're not that great, don't tell me you are.


Financial companies managing "wealth" while providing credit to all of the traders selling short, that is bugging the shit out of me right now.
Companies providing 401k management to customers - and at the same time providing credit to traders betting on the losses of the same investments they sell to their customer base.
Fucking irritating.
Whose interests are these companies serving? The retirement investor, the short seller or their own shareholders?
It is one hell of a ponzi scheme, which seems to undermine the concept of retirement savings, at the moment.
At a casino, I at least know who the house it.
Deal from one side of the table.



That is the short list today.

There isn't enough server space for me to go at length, with the long list.

Somebody better be tearing down walls.
I say - Line these bastards up!
'Cause I got an itchy trigger finger...
We can start the line right here.