Living and Dying in Texas

My attempt at "business casual"... I need some practice.

It is still hot in Texas. The Blue Moon tonight was jaw-dropping. Full, golden and the clouds that traveled in front were the perfect touch of eeriness to inspire an Autumn-shiver. I would totally wear this to go out to the middle of nowhere and stare at the Stars and moon.

It's a stretch but this set is for my dog, Danzig.
She is a calm, all about business, lady with a darkside. She has a taste for killing birds and has been known to snatch even the prettiest of bluejays that cross her path.

Elphaba the wicked witch of the west, from Wicked.

High ponytail, sunblock, and strawberry beer.

An ode to my teenage self. When the car was never fast enough, my hair was never wild enough, the music wasn't loud enough, and the booze tasted like watered down piss.
 
My first car was a '70 Chevelle and I can still hear her engine purring.

It looks like my beloved sport may be threatened by the hockey gods once more. There are whispers of a lockout and this makes me most unhappy.

Waking up with the sun tomorrow to go rummage through old crap.
I love Texas Flea Markets. I always find the discarded and regarded-as-junk to be intriguing and charming. My favorite finds are always taxidermy, old books and tooled leather belts with old men's names on them.

Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone. The vengefuls.

Fucking Texas... Masses of infected mosquitoes are swarming us as we're all dying from the unbearable heat. Now we have wildfires to add onto the death sentence of this state.