Whine-oceros
I guess it’s been quite a while since I’ve gone on a real vacation. Most of my “vacations” have involved touring or performing in some way. Now I’ve got a full-time job which allows for a little worry-free, work-free time out-of-town. I should be grateful, but now I find it very hard to return to that job after spending five days in the sun and fresh air.
Part of the mutt-blood inside me is Native American, and it is that part that screams loudest when I walk into the realm of fluorescent lights five times a week. Why can’t my mutt-blood make me smart enough to take care of my needs and wants without working in Goober Town?
I find comfort in the fact that I really don’t have to be alert or engaged at work. I can daydream, plan, and fantasize because I’ve got the job down, and I can thrive on auto-pilot most of the time. Auto-pilot means I can put my mental feet up on the mental cockpit dashboard and interlock my mental fingers behind my mental head. I might even think of a song or a joke from time to time. “At least they don’t have my mind,” I brag.
When I’m most positive about work, I think maybe I should pay them to let me hang out in air-conditioned comfort, think my thoughts, perfect a routine, and stay out of trouble.
I’m not that positive today.
as reported in The New York Times
May 7, 1908
THE WRIGHTS FLY 1,000 FEET.
New Aeroplane Will Be Sent for 150-Mile Test Soon.
MANTEO, N.C. — The Wright brothers, the aeronauts, now at Kill Devil Hill, near here, made the first flight in their new aeroplane this afternoon. Although but a test flight, it was successful in every respect, the machine, under the perfect control of its two makers, traveling for a distance of 1,000 feet.
One clue whose answer consists of two rhyming words:
We had a long, rowdy drinking party just leaning on the bumper of my car. It was awesome. I’ll have to give you a call next time we have a…
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Ugly Bugs


The world’s as ugly, ay, as Sin,—
And almost as delightful.
Frederick Locker-Lampson, The Jester’s Plea
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I post whatever I want every weekday. I reserve the right to change my opinions. It is not my intention to bore.
May 7th, 2008 at 11:34 am
Southpaw–I think you should get your mental communist revolutionaries to form mental subcommittees, distribute mental leaflets demanding mental labor reform, and stick to the Man. That would remove you from your job in no time flat. If it doesn’t, consider a mental cache of mental weapons, which have been shown to ease tensions among certain kinds of office workers.
Meanwhile, what can we do to help you support (and vacation) yourself with writing and music?
May 8th, 2008 at 10:08 am
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