• Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Bush is a Moron,  Corporate Wankers,  Dogs,  It's all Reagan's fault,  Photojournalism,  Rant

    Thibodeaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’

    Jack Assery, party of one, your table is ready. OK, I know.  blahblahblah. Thieves.  These thieves are lucky.  I don’t know that I would have been able to restrain my desire to fire off rounds at them if I’d been home. These little d-bags stole my catalytic converter.  They unbolted it at the back but then used a pipe cutter to cut my goddamned header because the front bolts were seized.  I want to shoot them all.  I was out of town at The Cult of Red’s Family Reunion (an amazing event that makes me proud to be affiliated with them) when this happened and my dogs were in their…

  • Photojournalism,  Wine of the Day

    Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams

    I’m going to talk a little about Chef Todd Knoll today.    Chef Todd is the Evil Genius of the kitchens at Jordan Winery.  This guy is an über food geek.  His wife told me about his quest to make his own sea salt.  So they hump water from obscure places all over the world and he evaporates it and makes sea salt.  Somebody at the table told me he sketched out every menu on a scratch pad.  He does.  Yep, I got his wife to show me that too. It’s a gift really.  I’m not an über food geek, but I’m getting a lot better.  I know I surprised the…

  • Dogs,  Photojournalism

    ‘Cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey

    Damned smug Canadians. [youtube puTyDWzD4n8] Until 2000 I never had to put an animal down.  It started with Rayette DiPesto at my place at Parkwoods.  She had kidney disease.  My vet was closed that day so I took her to a vet out in San Ramon who wanted to hospitalize my 15 year old cat.  I asked “What will this accomplish”.  He said “She’ll get three days, three weeks maybe three months”.  I said “I see what’s in it for me and I see what’s in it for you, but I don’t see what’s in it for the cat”.  He couldn’t answer the question so I loaded her up with…

  • Boycott Foley Family Wines,  Corporate Wankers,  Photojournalism,  Title Insurance

    But we all live with the scars we choose

    We’re all singing “Happy Days are here again” right? Everyone has had their salaries restored to pre-mortgage meltdown rates, right? Your bonuses and commissions have all been restored by Mr. Foley right? Everybody is holding hands and singing “We are the World” at the Evil Empire, right? Oh let’s just quote the earnings call. During the earnings call Al Stinson said: Open order counts continue to accelerate in October, as we averaged nearly 10,000 open orders for the first two weeks of October. We focused on moderate head count reductions during much of the third quarter eliminating about 850 positions. Despite a 16% sequential drop in closed orders and $101…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Photojournalism

    We’re all humanary stew

    How about a little photojournalism? Glad you asked. Today amongst about 75 other things I did, I headed out to Oakley to pick up some river rock from one of my clients. I have two more loads to get. I load until my truck gets down on it’s springs and thats that. Well today I went to the dump first just to drop off a couple of things. They used to charge by weight. Now there’s a minimum charge of $22. I had a chair and a medicine cabinet. Both were brought over here by somebody else who left them here thinking that I wanted them. I didn’t. I sure…

  • Photojournalism

    No pedigree from France will get you in the dance

    I’ve been working like a dog.  I think I mentioned the only day I took off this month was last Saturday.  I’m aiming for Sunday since tomorrow is already booked up.  My house is starting to look like one of our listings.  I must get it cleaned.  I’ve got three or four BPO’s to do and each one takes around two hours to complete.  Slightly longer because I still haven’t had time to figure out the new camera or it’s software.  Yesterday we did a lock out and the people hadn’t moved.  These people contacted this Satanic woman who accused me of harassing them.  I’m sure she took a fee…

  • Photojournalism

    Well he treed a possum in a hollow log, you could tell from that he was a good ol’ dog

    (These are all clickable to larger images) This is why I love Rita And this is why they’re such great dogs. And I love when I get a shot like this. And I love this big old dork of a dog. Rita treed a squirrel this morning.  At 8:15.  The neighbors must love me for that crap.  She had him in the apricot tree which is the only tree that stands by itself, meaning a squirrel must touch the ground to escape.  I went out to settle her down and saw the squirrel in the tree.  Squirrel, you’d better bring your A game or you’re going to be a snack…