b e e f e n c h i l a d a d o t c o m

as a way to avoid studying for Business Organizations. Looking back, I still think that Prof was a toolshed. Damn, but I hated that class.

The Good Dr. Thompson said that, and it was a fairly astute observation about compulsive behavior and disposable income. I'm not locked into a serious drug collection. However, I do like ferreting away random goodies in my car to deal with situations of being stranded/struck/snowed in/whatever. I have no intention of being the tool what gets stuck for a week whilst dinking around in the snow somewhere and resorts to eating his boots.

So, every so often I will buy something and throw it in the back of the car. Today, I cleaned out the back of the car and found the following items. I'd like to say most of this was from last week's camping trip with The Boy, but to be honest, almost none of it was:

4 packets of Top Ramen
Box of tea
2 boxes of Cliff bars.
16 (sixteen) freeze-dried entrees.
several gallons of bottled water
Jetboil stove
25' webbing
comelaong
folding shovel
Various fire starters
blanket
rain gear
gaiters
spare boots/socks

Of course, that doesn't include the tool kit, 1st aid kit, fire extinguisher, yadda yadda yadda.

I think I need a new obsession. Or, I just need to go camping more and use most of that shit up.

Hallowe'en was pretty rockity. The Boy went as a Clone Trooper. I went as a fat guy with a very large and very strong rum and Coke in his insulated mug. Folks came over afterward. Much drinking. Much eating of candy. Many pizza rolls. Bad combo.

The crowds were notably lighter than last year, and fewer homes were decorated. It's Bush's fault. Probably. Maybe.

Election Day: Was also the nine-year anniversary. The Wife, The Boy and I all went for sushi at Kona Grill, the very same place I saw OJ hanging out in September. Being old, and therefore no longer as punk rock as I one was, I paid for the sushi I ordered.

The next several days were spent smugly watching the editors of the R-J apparently shit their pants in panic. HA HA,

Got all set to go to court and order an MSJ I actually thought was winnable. Other guys must have felt the same way. The case settled. Actually, the Motions in Limine might have done it. Whatever.

Spent quality time at Rincon de Buenos Aires. If you like to eat dead animals and things made therefrom and you haven't gone, you are doing yourself a serious disservice.

Had to disclose experts in four cases in last two days...lots of regressing to my chemist roots and geeking out in an inorganic fashion.

Best of all, The Boy and I went camping for the first time (for him) Saturday on Mt. Charleston. He freakin' dug it. Just the same, the DVD player for nighttime movie in the tent was probably the highlight in his eyes. He wants to go back...and was a bit irate we weren't up there in the snow. What a trooper...