Hump day

I am driving some more today. Boring. I'll listen to satellite radio. I finish a drawing for a friend in New Jersey. I have all sorts of obligations. An hour a day I set aside to phoning people. It's a drag. Insurance, maintenance, contract workers, dealers. I have an interest in some bookshops, art classes. I have purchased a bunch of zines and now have to read some of them. It's a mess. Loserdom, 30 sloth, the rag. I'll resubscribe to Broken Pencil magazine in Canada. Jesus. I'll have to write two checks today. I hope to read you guys blogs. I have my little Texas life to look after. Movies I saw last weekend: Drag Me to Hell, The Hangover, The Soloist. My wife and I heard Joe Cocker recently and tonight is an old Texas fav, Roky Ericson but I think it's sold out so Mrs. won't drag me out past midnight like she has a mind to. Later

Wasted in the Texas sun

I got the video of Joe Cocker on You Tube. I'm peacefulchicken. I like to order zines. I think I have enough reading for some time. I'm glad because work is slow at the courier company. I'm making less and less. Enjoying it more. I have a couple of things to draw. I'm slow. I spend some time cleaning house and reading. I'm lazy. There's a coffee shop, 'Cafe Brazil,' in Houston. They can boast live music. It's very modern and cozy for the locals. Next door is Domy books. I stopped by Sound Exchange but their zines are few. They do have a large vinyl LP inventory. Also DVDs and more LPs. I'm a mess. Learning some old words in my dictionary. I have a long hold over at some book store, Books a Million, at the Katy Mall. So, I'm sucking coffee and doodling notes. I'm humbled and I advice people become more bold than I am. Peace.

I'm bested by Houston traffic. Coffee hound

Hi, good peoples. I'm Roger, your courier for the evening. I spent the day riding my bicycle to the New York deli on Hillcroft. The cream herring was selling for $ 3.25 a small jar. I got two pumpernickel and one rye bagel. Noticed I was dead broke. Rode back to my local chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous where I sweat all over their imitation leather arm chair until I could get my second wind. I took it to the condo after that, a beat down, inferior doofus. I drank coffee, you see. Coffee enema is the next step in my sobriety program. That's not entirely true. It all comes out the end. All's well that ends well. So, I recently had a revelation of sorts. I've been purchasing these little novels, zines they're called. It's exciting. The ones I like have some left skewered populist agenda. Two in particular, Loserdom and 30 Day Sloth, mention anarchy as the outlook of choice. The absence of government or law seems surely like a healthy alternative to today's overbearing loss of individual rights in the United States. What's it called? Oppression? In fact, the United States is in no way ready to protest something as simple as the medical system. We're the nation of sheep. Media is going to view actions as healthy to the voters. Media wants to censor. Speaking for the common good, there is no first amendment right of free speech in the major advertising markets and I'll try to wrap this up: I'm getting pissed off here but this is so important I'll curse out the Starbuck's barrista, again. If individuals can print zines and sell them through on line companies (I'll try to list these) this democracy will not survive. I'm willing to read small press. I've completely lost faith in the major publishers, the Houston Chronicle, Fox News. The medium is the message. That message today is go **** yourself. Well, turn off the television and try growing vegetables for your community. Chances are any altruistic affair will be stalled by good intentions. Gulf Coast Blood is a for profit agency. Instead, donate blood directly to a hospital. Soft porn is kept from ever gracing our television sets. I'm sorry but we are sensual beings. The comics code prevents Spiderman from smoking a cigarette or bitch slapping Mary Jane. So Spiderman needs anger management. Stan Lee can pay for that. Jack Kirby would puke if he were alive today. Come on, people. This is a democracy. Get with the program! I'm a courier. I drive 200 miles a day last week. I met my doppelganger and he's not a happy person. I saw myself at Starbuck's looking for a clue. I want to get with the program. Viva Blogspot. Ciao, belas. I promise to revel in my fragile male ego very soon. And, hey, I'm not angry.