That's Troy Dillinger.  He's a cool guy.  He lives in Austin & plays music 'n stuff.  You should buy his CD's.  No, he's not paying me to put this here.  He can't afford that.  But I like him enough that I'll tell ya all about him.  When I was back in Texas a few years ago, I went to see him play a few times in Austin with a chick I use to hang out with.  I've even been to the fabled Grossland Manor (Elvis had Graceland, Troy had Grossland).  It was a party during SXSW.  I don't remember much.  I got wasted & ended up across the street at another band house.  When I went back to Troy's, I talked to his cat & then cleaned things up around the place.  I'm such a sucker.  Well, back to the point.  Go to Troy's site.  He does all his own work.  You can check out his music & then buy some of it.  He'd appreciate it.  One of my favorites is What They Seem (formerly known in my head as "that reams of paper song" - don't ask, I think I had too much coffee the first night I heard that one).  You can listen to that one on the site.  Tell him I sent ya.  He won't remember me, but that's OK.  By the way, I stole that picture up there from his site.

If you have been reading this blog since the beginning, you know that my brother (not my biological brother, but I'd known him since he was a kid, his older brother is my BIL), Shane, died on September 10.  If you haven't been keeping up since then, I'll give you the Reader's Digest version.  Shane had Interstitial Lung Disease (ILD) & Primary Pulmonary Hypertension (PPH).  He had been on the transplant list for over two years for new lungs & a new heart.  He was finally at the top of the list.  He went back into the hospital & never came out.  He was septic.  It caused his already weak heart to fail.  They were able to bring him back, but it was too late.  There was no brain activity.  When all this came up, Shane & his brother discussed it & Shane did not want to live on support.  So, they took him off the vent.  He was 24.

Well, that was a super crappy week.  September 13 was my Mom's birthday as well as one of Shane & mine's nephew's birthday.  It also happened to be the day of the Sugar Shane Mosley - Oscar De La Hoya fight out here in Vegas.  By the way, that was a Saturday.  So, Sunday, I wake up after my 2 hours of sleep.  I was completely groggy & hadn't even had my first smoke yet.  My eyes were scratchy from crying myself to sleep.  I looked down at the morning paper & about passed out.  The headline read:

SHANE COMES BACK

For a minute I just stood there & blinked.  This is what I wanted.  More than anything I wanted him not to be gone & now he wasn't!  YAY!  He was back & the Las Vegas Review Journal said so.  Of course then I woke up.  Well, really woke up.  I know nothing about boxing.  But that picture under the headline should have been a dead give away.  Now I have a rule.  No looking at the paper until after a sufficient amount of caffeine has entered my system.  Of course now the paper is extra depressing.

Why bring this up now?  Because I was cleaning stuff up today & found the paper.  Its one I'll keep forever.  I was going to scan it & throw a picture up there, but I am entirely too lazy to hook the scanner up right now.  Maybe in the morning.

Word of the Day
interstitial - ntr-stshl - adjective
1.relating to or situated in the interstices
2.  a) situated within but not restricted to or characteristic of a particular organ or tissue -- used especially of fibrous tissue  b) affecting the interstitial tissues of an organ or part
3.  being or relating to a crystalline compound in which usually small atoms or ions of a nonmetal occupy holes between the larger metal atoms or ions in the crystal lattice

This sounds like a B movie to me.  Attacking babies...... *shudders*  By the way, that came from Josie's blog.  You should go there & read the comments.  The one about bathing the kid in BBQ sauce before sending him off to nursery had me snorting.

"Isn't it obvious that Miss Ginger has been killed by KTOAB and replaced by an agent of Noodley who has undergone extensive plastic surgery? Clearly KTOAB is planning to take over the world when the agent of Noodley assassinates Zombie. The only solution is for Elvis to stop KTOAB and Noodley, which is impossible unless NATO will pass a resolution to allow the public to own nuclear devices. "

BWAHAHAHA  Create your own here.

Please note:  This is purely fictional.  We have no proof that KTOAB or Noodley are evil agents working towards world domination.  I mean, the pictures came out all fuzzy from the surveillance.  However, Miss Ginger & I are still breathing.  They haven't gotten us yet. ::cue Pinky & The Brain theme::

Word of the Day
conspire - kn-spr- verb
to join in a secret agreement to do an unlawful or wrongful act or an act which becomes unlawful as a result of the secret agreement

This is just the dead nuts.  I really, really need it.  Don't you think?

I have taken to deleting comments.  My rule, if you are going to talk shit & can't link your name to something, I don't give a crap what you have to say.  I don't come over to your place & leave shitty comments, I'd appreciate you not doing it here.

If I chose to "delude" myself, well, its really none of your business Skippy.  How & when I die is also none of your concern.  Please keep your entirely too introspective, shitty, fucked up comments & social commentary to yourself.  If you have a problem with what I write, don't read it.  You have that choice.

Anything I write is for amusement.  Lighten up.  I'm not telling you how to live your life, please don't tell me how to live mine.  When you have so much time on your hands that you go around to people's blogs analyzing things, you have too much time on your hands.  Turn your damn computer off & go the hell outside.  There's an entire world outside of the internet.

Word of the Day
reprobate - rpr-bt - transitive verb
1.  to condemn strongly as unworthy, unacceptable or evil
2.  to foreordain to damnation
3.  to refuse to accept

I have zero motivation right now.  I didn't even want to go to lunch today because it meant I had to get dressed.  I hate being like this.  If it keeps up, I'll have moss growing on my ass soon.

Well, I went to scan the news for something, anything interesting, but I found nothing.  If you want interesting news, check out Miss Ginger's place. 

Then I went to read Ryan's blog, but he hasn't updated since the 14th.  Being a rock star proves much more interesting than keeping up a blog I suppose.

I did read somewhere that Ahmet proposed to Selma Blair & she accepted.  *sigh*  Another one bites the dust.

I got a nice little email from my friend Lady with a picture that was taken of us at the House of Blues on Friday.  I look like a toad.  It is bar none the absolute worst picture I have ever seen of myself.  Hopefully, it will never see the light of day.

After much consideration, I think I might actually try to make it out to some of the Viva Las Vegas festivities this year.  If I do, that means a new day dress is in order.  My way of course.  I have about 200 patterns to choose from.  Ranging from the late 1800's to the late 50's.  I'm sure I can find something.  If you care to, you can look at a few of them here.  Just click vintage & then patterns.  I have then divided by company.  Please keep in mind I haven't updated that damn site in ages.

Score one for the dumpy chick!  What exactly do I mean?  Well hold on to your britches kitten & I'll tell ya.

Today I was at the Palms.  For once, I had a real purpose for being there.  For the last three days, many celebrity types have been at the Palms for the filming of Celebrity Poker Showdown.  Some crap show that's going to be on Bravo in either early December or after the first of the year.  No one really knows.  Well, I got an invite to get tickets to one of the tapings.  I didn't get my tickets because I really had no desire to be wedged between two old ladies that smelled like cat piss who were there to drool over Martin Sheen.  I'd rather have my eyebrows sandpapered off.

So today, I went down there for lunch & to see if I could spy Mr. Jack Black.  I looked, but never saw him.  He could have been knocked out earlier & decided not to sit in the Loser Lounge to make snitty comments about those that were left.  Who knows.

However, as I was walking past the Roller Lounge, I noticed a nice group of people oogling.  Well hell, I'm gonna oogle too.  They had set a poker table up in the back of the joint.  It looked like a fairly full table.  The only person I was sure I recognized was David Schwimmer.  Who cares?  Not me.  However, there was a tall guy, good looking & looked familiar, but I couldn't place him.  Standing behind him was a short dumpy chick massaging his shoulders. 

I thought "OK, probably a PA."  Then he stands up, walks around, comes back & kisses her.  OK, so she's a little more than a PA.  Score one for us dumpy chicks!  I was stoked.  Here was a guy that's on TV somewhere, but I can't tell you where, & he's got a non-model/actress for a better half.  That's a rarity people.

I guess when you have a decent size bank account you can have whatever you want.  And I'm not saying that all the women like that are total asses, but the majority of them are.  Then the fools marry one.  That's why attorneys do so well.  Pre-nups baby!  But why would you even want to bother?  Is it just for publicity that you marry the good looking chick that doesn't give two shits about you & only wants her monthly allowance & access to the credit cards?  Do they get married so they can have affairs to make sex more exciting?  I just don't get it.  Guess that's why I'm not famous.

Ahmet has been high on my list for many, many years.  For those that don't know, he is the younger brother of Dweezil & Moon Unit  (she just goes by Moon now) Zappa (older brother to Diva) & youngest son of Frank & Gail.  Back in high school, someone introduced me to the world of Frank Zappa.  My senior term paper was on the man.  That's where I discovered the world of Ahmet.  Its a strange, strange place, but I like it.  I mean, how can you not like a man that has a thing for feetie PJs?  I sent him e-mail once offering to make him some feetie jammies.  I was informed that he sleeps sans clothing & I was called the Pajama Mama.  I'd like to do naughty things to him.