At the Taco, Taco Cabana

The first fast food joint I have been to that serves alcoholic margaritas and decent Tex Mex. Luckily, these restaurants are all over the place in Texas, so when you pull into a rest stop off the Interstate, you at least have the option of booze and enchiladas over pop and shit burgers.

New Curbs

I just found out the new season of what I consider to be the funniest show still on TV begins on September 9th! That's less than two weeks away. It will likely be available for download by September 10th. God bless HBO!

Remember the Alamo

Today, we're heading out on a short road trip to historic San Antonio - site of several battles of the Texas Revolution and home of the 2007 NBA World Champions! Of course the first time I heard of San Antonio as a kid was when Pee Wee went looking for his bicycle in the basement of the Alamo. Because of that movie, I now know that there is no basement in the Alamo!

Aside from the history, the food, the amazingly large highway infrastructure, and the diverse culture, one of the things I like most about San Antonio is the sight of ominous military aircraft. There are six military bases in the San Antonio area, so when you see a swarm of Blackhawk helicopters flying by - it's not a sign that martial law is being imposed. At least not yet.

Hello Austin, Texas!

Looks like nature heeded the warning call posted on this blog only days ago and pushed Hurricane Dean away from our flightpath. In other news, S. and I are throughly enjoying the beginning of our new lives and new lifestyle in the southern USA. It's hot here (when I checked the thermometer yesterday it was 101 Fahrenheit, which is 38 Celsius), but it's really not as difficult to cope with as I expected. Just like any old hot summer day in Canada. People go out and do stuff anyway. Avoid running any marathons or tarring any roofs and you'll be just fine. And like many hot places, the temperatures seem to coincide with a more laid back attitude, just the thing we needed after living in uptight Yankee land for the past eight months. So yeah - life is fucking good.

Out of my way Mother Nature!

On Friday - in just three days! - we board our one-way flight to Austin, Texas. That asshole storm Hurricane Dean better not mess with air traffic. Fuck you Hurricane Dean!

Okay, time to take apart my computer and put it in a box.

Goodbye Montreal

It was a fun trip in June, and while I really loved seeing friends, I was definitely relieved to leave the city. I love Montreal. It's a good looking place. But for me it feels like an old skin. Going back at first was really magical. I felt a powerful nostalgia for the city's buildings, streets, restaurants, lights, sights, etc. But it very quickly became the same old buildings, same old streets, same old bars -- same old language politics. Ultimately there are too many reasons to list why I wanted to leave the city in the first place, but the essence of it is that living there felt like a chapter of my life that was long over. The city is much better to me in retrospect, as a super cool vacation destination, a place to recall fun times. I think the memories I have of the city are better than anything new I could ever experience again.

Anyway, I brought my camcorder there and shot some random shit. We went there during Grand Prix weekend (not intentionally). The music is from one of my favorite Montreal bands of all time, the late and great Crackpot!

Austin or Bust!

In just two weeks we'll be boarding a one-way flight to beautful and awesome Austin, Texas! I'm totally in countdown mode. At work I feel like a Dead Man Walking, especially because I gave three weeks notice instead of two, and because I worked at WBZ for only two months or so. People keep asking me -- in jest -- "You're still here?" and while it was funny at first, now it's just getting fucking annoying. Those grizzled journalists sure have a twisted sense of humor. That's why I'm anxious to finish my last seven days of work and get a move on this motherfucker!