House of Mayhem’s blog

Have begun gainful employment for ClientLogic, DirecTV.

The Roach War has been WON! Through the combined efforts of Special Agents Kiko and Neo, my humble abode is now insect free!

Weather here has been wacky----snow Monday, windy yesterday, and 56 degrees and sunny today.

Will post more when more happens.

I've been working harder than I have in months. Muscles in my back wail in protest. Luckily, I have muscle relaxers.

Organizational operations continue. Have secured gainful employment. Agents Neo and Kiko, along with Special Ops Manager Squishy, are on patrol.

The Roach War may be won even as we speak!

Two days and 1000 miles later, I'm back in Las Cruces after a 15-year hiatus. The cats did way better than I expected--Kiko puked only once, and Neo drooled for the first hour and a half. Squishy survived the trip as well.

Headquarters is a shambles, of course. New tile needs to be laid in the living room, so I can't unpack until that's done. It's a very small place, but it's home for now.

After crossing NM twice on only 10 hours sleep, I'm hitting the hay. More entries later.

My landlady is kicking me out of my apartment for unknown (suspected witchcraft activity) reasons. So, House of Mayhem's headquarters is relocating to fabulous Las Cruces.

I'm sorry I've been so lax with the blogging, but after the move this weekend I'll be updating at least once a week. Hopefully.

And if anyone has helpful hints for cat travel, leave a comment.

The Dems have swept most of the races, but the race I am really concerned with is deadlocked--Madrid vs. Wilson.

At least Rumsfeld resigned. If Patricia Madrid loses, it'll take some of the sting out of Heather "Nipples make me have a meltdown" Wilson polluting Congress.

There's this gas station across the street from my house. When I first moved into my apartment, it was owned by a Jordanian family. They were ok.

Then they sold it to a guy named Patrick. He was cool...let me run a tab for cigarettes and gas until payday, stuff like that. He owned it for about a year and a half.

Now these...I don't know...Cubans own it.  The owner smugly informed me that they don't sell my favorite cigarettes.   (Made with pride in Moriarity, NM)

And they would not run tabs. Then the cashier snuffled 25 bucks worth of coke-infused snot back down his throat.

The funniest part is that they took out the coffee and coke machines, and now the shelves are stocked with:

72 different kinds of novelty lighters,

An incredible assortment of blunt wraps, cigars, and incense, 

Chore Boys and Rose Tubes (for their crack smoking clientele), 

Framed posters of Tupac and Tony Montana,  

  "No, we don' carry jor fahkeen ceegarettes, mang!"

And 600 NY baseball caps hanging from the ceiling. 

It used to be such a nice store. Now it's ThugLife Supply.

"Who's Holding Donna Now?"- De Barge

"Here You Come Again"- Dolly Parton

"She's Out of My Life"- Micheal Jackson

"Drops of Jupiter"- Train

"Find Your Way Back"- Jefferson Starship

I hope you can forgive me...

If you pulled a thorn out of the Pope's butt, and he granted you one wish--what would it be?

(Hat tip to The Simpsons)

There's a new book out called "Prisoner of Trebekistan--A Decade of Jeopardy" by Bob Harris. I love Jeopardy, and am going to buy the book today.

For me it's:

"Mickey"

"Safety Dance"

"867-5309"

"The Politics of Dancing"

"The Future's so Bright (I gotta wear shades)"

"Hip to be Square"

The last two were commissioned by the dept of Popular Culture in order to instill coolness juice to being a yuppie, I'm sure.