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College Station work

9:17am CST Thursday 6 February 2003

At 6:00 Janette and I were supposed to leave with Charity to work in Bryan, installing decorations in a restaurant (this would be my first time to join them for such an adventure). A bit after 6:15, Charity still had not arrived at the house to pick us up.

"If I begin reading [Stranger in a Strange Land] she'll probably come." Janette agreed. I read less than one line of text and Charity knocked on the door.

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We've been driving for a while. My setup in the back consists of an old desk chair, not attached to the floor of the van, and certainly no seatbelt, so I elected to lay down and sleep most of the way here. They thought I looked quite cute when they stopped to pee: "oh, look at Rob; should we just let him sleep?"

I wasn't zonked out sleepin'.

5:58pm

Done. Headed back home now. Same family owns Rudy's, Ozona, and Johnny Carino's all in a row on some street in College Station. I put up a bunch of license plates. Check this out: there were a bunch of plates, all in order like JPL268 through JPL285. I put a bunch up in a row, all in order *except* I put the JPL274 and JPL270 first. 1974 and 1970 are when Fred and I were born, respectively. So if you visit the new Ozona in College Station (they plan to open in February), find those license plates all in a row. They're in a big room that leads toward the restrooms.

Also, I put up the randomized license plates in the back room. Three plates are ZAPPY, two from 1975 and one from 1976 or something like that. Snoop over toward the left hand side of the room and look up toward the ceiling and see on the third rafter, facing the wall where not many people will see it, I put another license plate. Nothing special about it except its relatively good condition and its hiding place.

I hung the longhorn and pointed its horns down to mock UT. Er, I mean tu. Oh, and I put the signs and saddle on the corrugated roof over the door to the restrooms. And I put the 1951 map of Texas above the entry to the back room with randomized license plates. (1951: not even 610 loop around Houston!)

And the funniest:

                   PLEASE DO NOT FLUSH TOILET 
                   WHILE TRAIN IS IN STATION

beside the men's restroom door, visible only when leaving the restroom.

Oh, and I hung the good luck horseshoe above the arched entrance visible as one enters the restaurant.

War train

6:33pm CST Thursday 6 February 2003

We're on highway 6, going north from College Station toward Waco. A train just past us going south with about 40 flatbed cars on it. About 1/2 of the cars carried two tanks each (not fuel tanks, military tanks). Then a bunch of jeeps and humvees, then more thanks and just a lot of military vehicles.

What a fucked up fucked up fucked up fucked up war. I'm sick of our fucking warmonger motherfucking rich white motherfuckers up in office trying to take over the world for love of money and oil. How the fuck can I do anything that really matters? I can hardly debate someone about it; I just get pissed that anyone can't see the blatant obvious truth that these guys are trying to take over the world and crush all other cultures.

Argh.

google Silent Football

12:01am CST Friday 7 February 2003

I have just posted a question to google, and got an email response from a cat named Todd after I emailed him regarding Silent Football games he's played. Turns out his group learned of the game through some Unitarian(s) as well.