Liberty Sinclair

I heard on channel 8 news from Ann Cutler (I’d change that If I were you, too close you know…) that there was a crash @ Liberty and Sinclair necessitating “extrication.” So naturally I rushed out to get a looksee.

Mother-of-pearl

I dreamed I was a rancher and the people in the old photographs on the kids walls were me and mine: my own pastoral utopia with a meadow and a creek. I dug in the meadow to channel water for our cattle. [...]

Stage Fright: improv comedy @ The Green Room

A lot of babies look like pot-bellied pigs when they’re first born. -Ben Craig
I met Ed Adkins a week or so ago. He was in a gin-induced anti Tom Green rant, but seemed like a charming enough fellow. His wife, Heidi, was there too. Super nice people, and funny too!

Six degrees of Reno bacon

it’s pretty incestuous here… -Kyle Kozar
So yesterday I was chilling with the RBP drinkin’ PBR and chatting with Kyle, Noah, Mike, Reid, and the gang. The above quote came from me asking questions about how they came together, got hooked up with the people they’re hooked up with.

Hot dog, it’s a blog

This is what blogs are for.-M

Ladder

It’s hard to say when it all began. Things grade into each other like biscuits rising on a pan that’s too small. Some adaptations aren’t nearly perfect. It may have started when I fell off the ladder.
But you could say that climbing the ladder was the beginning, or when my ladder left [...]

A sold-out game

Read in the RGJ today about the two sites for a proposed Minor league ball park. One site is downtown and one is on the Grand Sierra Resort. First con listed in the sidebar for the downtown site is:
“A sold-out game will generate 1,000 vehicle trips downtown, assuming 4,000 take the bus, walk, taxi or [...]

Turkish Delight

The place was spotless. A little dusty, but out there it’s hard to tell the dust from the air, if there is a difference. There was a box labeled Original Turkish Delight on the coffee table, and a bit of white powder beside it. The name meant something to me, but I couldn’t say [...]

Bloated Bovine

The boy moved like he had said something but I didn’t hear anything. The kid wore a straw cowboy hat with a wide brim, and a decorative strap around it. He had on jeans and a polyester shirt that fastened at the openings with mother-of-pearl snaps instead of buttons. He was only 16 years old, eighteen at the most. My Grandfather had had shirts like that; shirts that haven’t been made for decades, years at least I would think. Shirts that hadn’t been in style for even longer. Anyway, I couldn’t imagine a place where the boy could have gotten a shirt like that. It was clean and shiny and looked as young as he was, in shirt years.

Picking a route

Picking a route
Originally uploaded by i am indisposed

On the drive down we saw a dead cow @ the start of the 70 MPH in Washoe Valley, we saw a large dead dog on the side of Carson St just past the RR museum, we saw a dead deer near Bridgeport and a dead [...]