Blog of Billy

With Patrick back in town from Santa Fe, (along with Mom and her Harley) and sporting a new bodily accoutrement from a combination of the efforts of a New Mexican artiste de tatouage and the I'm-sure-it-looks-fantastic work of Mme. Tamara de Limpicka, I've found myself going up to the local billiards parlor with him and CB and reviving my game. Back a few months ago, I found myself in search of an impulse buy with some spare money I found in a paycheck. Academy ended up with my labor-value in its coffers, but for now I'm able to walk in to places 100% guaranteed that I will have a straight cue, and in a rather striking case, if I do say so myself. The personal cue seems to have only helped my game; I was up almost 40 dollars-American on the boy before an unfortunate break in a double-or-nothing game by my partner set everything back to even. I ended the evening up but a single dollar, and a cheerful smirk. Truth be told, though, all I really need for entertainment is someone to hang out with me and watch Firefly.

Also an aficionado of the old slate, I've spent today reading the blog of Cornelius Bear. Humorous and high-brow. I love it.

Geeky clothing? Never!

My other bit of news is that I accidently found myself in a second job. It seems that the young gent that the Worx got to fill in for me there at the end has taken ill, and needs a bit of surgery. So, for the next two weeks, I'm back in the website game, as an outside consultant. We'll see how well that goes, though I do enjoy walking into a place already knowing where everything is, and how their technology is set up. It's kind of nostalgic that way.

Take me out to the black.
Tell 'em I ain't coming back.