Friday: “Did you notice that Zoe seems to make her greatest leaps in locomotion while we are watching Battlestar Galactica?” 12th model?
Saturday:
Great couple of bouts! More proof that supporting the local girls is totally worth 10 bucks.
Sunday: “Does the new Venture Bros. warrant the making of chocolate chip cookie dough to eat while watching?” The secret of safe raw cookie dough?… pasturized eggs. So. Good. So fattening.
Tuesday:
The blog was on auto-publishing this week while I spent much of my waking hours away from home. Most of the week was spent working hard doing an installation for FotoFest. Normally, this would have been easy. This time it wasn’t.
I was rewarded on Saturday when I got a call asking if I was going to Roller Derby. Sunday, I joined her seeing the season’s first bouts. After a long week, it was just what I needed to relax.
With my last derby post detail-free, I neglected to mention that Chucky’s Choreography did the half- time show. That’s them in the picture above. The Houston-based dance group threw down! Damn, kids, nice show. Especially considering they had to win over the derby crowd a little.
Dancing robots are great! For Christmas please!
It was a productive weekend that ended with an evening of fast women beating each other up. Getting lost leaving the downtown area made me happy that I lived in an easily navigated part of the city.
Image from Houston’s Chicken Boy
First, a greeting to those reading…
To Mr. Carter – 20 gallon cowboy hats are a no! But the missus looks cute in her 1.3 liter cowboy hat. And I’m not averse to cowboy boots.
To Mr. Shirley – yes, the Montrose/Upper Kirby was full of washed-out intersections. I wasn’t surprised when a cheap import was stalled out due to the water, but the disabled Volvo and pickup truck made me worry about navigating the city in our car.
My highly attuned “weirdness” radar had been getting all sorts of hits in Houston. From an abandoned mini-golf course near the 610, a metal penthouse with a weather vane atop it to assorted other objects of interest, H-town has a growing collection of places I need to visit, photograph and cross off my list.
Just the few trips running errands have been rewarded with random sightings while en route and the strangeness that this city has is promising.
Even more so than other places, I feel like there will be some reward for being interested in these places. These places have like-minded fans of such things, and that would be something new for me.
Another present from Houston to me will be our first roller derby bout on Sunday. I wonder if it will be bad form to wear my Atlanta derby shirt. Well, ATL will be representing and the local girls will have to win me over. Something tells me they will! Anyone reading is welcome to introduce themselves at the game (or online); my shirt will have the phrase “Dirty South Derby” on the back.
Neon Poisoning 