Shitload of music this time around...

Music-















And, in honor of Kevin DuBrow...


Movies-

TV- South Park, of course...


Reading- Chilton's Repair Guide for an 88 Jeep Cherokee...

Games-

Food-
And no, you sick fucks, I'm not refering to the little Mexican girl in the picture. I haven't had any real Mexican food aside from what few things I can make myself given the lack of good ingredients up here in almost a year and a half. I'm dyin' over here! I'd fucking slit my wrists and drink whatever spewed out if I thought it tasted like a good chile con carne rojo at this point. Holy fuck, I'd kill for the shitty buffet at the Cactus Cafe, let alone a couple combo plates from Si Senior's. (I HATED what passed for Mexican food in Tucson, and I've even found myself craving something from Nicos down there. It's not rocket science, folks... it's simply opening a Mexican restaurant where your salsa doesn't taste like ketchup, your tamales aren't a goopy mess of bad tasting masa, your seasoned meat doesn't taste like it came from Taco Bell, and your rellanos aren't a fucking pablano full of string cheese. C'mon assholes, use a fucking Big Jim with a little bite and some high quality assadero cheese in those bad boys! Honestly, if I won the Goddamned lottery tomorrow, the first thing I'd do is buy some Mexicans from Southern NM and ship their asses up here to be my personal cooks.)