On the matter of islands...

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Observations:
Lost:  We are stuck on this island.  WTF?!
Gilligan's Island:  We are stuck on this island.  WTF?!
The Island of Dr. Moreau:  Guuurl, this island.  WTF?!
Fantasy Island:  Guuurl, this island.  WTF?!

Conclusion:
We put islands in the middle of nowhere and surround them by vast bodies of water because island are notorious for their affinities for massive amounts of WTF-ness.

Today in dumpster diving...

My disdain for most things modern and new, save for technology, have been well documented in the annals of humanity.   I do not like modern art, I do not like modern architecture, and above all else, I do not like modern furniture; anything after the era that spawned Mid-Century Modern is pretty much of no use to me other than for something on which to stub my toe...and even Mid-Century Modern is just barely makes the cut.  

This morning while leaving what I refer to as ground zero for boy on boy fornication, I was given the opportunity to put my "No fear, cavalier, renegade, steer clear" shameless dumpster diving skills to use in order to retrieve this little discarded number.   The unit is in excellent shape and other than cleaning, sanding, and the final processing, the only thing that I have to do in terms of labour will be to fill the holes from the current set of pulls and from the original set of pulls.

I have paint color(s) to pick out and Coke bottle green glass drawer pulls to order.  Look out The Home Depot, here I come.

So I went to the hood...

I was in the mood for some really good fried seafood, so naturally I had to venture to the hood to satiate my desire as my domestic, suburban uptopian area has nothing to offer.   For years I have driven by each of these locations but I have never stopped due to each being so busy, scheduling, or it being far too dark for me to get out of my car in the area.   I had planned on obtaining grub from Fort Worth Seafood but when I asked the people in the parking lot which spot had the best food, the votes were pretty evenly split.   So being the glutton that I am, I picked up food from each.   The jury is still out on which is better as I ate much more that I planned on eating from Fort Worth Seafood and I find myself lacking the strength to shovel Ronnie's fried fixins' down my pie hole...but there is always later on tonight.

The biggest pussy in Cowtown...

I spent the vast majority of my day in Fort Worth today drinking, driving aimlessly about, and visiting a friend from Australia who was in town and had a few hours of free time before flying out.  After our visit, I decided to go and check out the college campus as I had not seen it since its completion; I had no idea that it was going to look like an aquatic Gattaca, but I really enjoyed how the water was incorporated throughout the design as the campus sits adjacent to the Trinity River.  The campus was immaculate, frighteningly so.  After a brief walk around and far too many photos taken, I took a stroll along the river as cool, wet, cloudy, and dreary days such as today are my favourite.  I also saw a really big pussy, and I am not referring to Rick Perry...this time.

My quasi-Asian mouth invasion...

After picking up the northern lad from the airport, we stopped at Pei Wei to grab a bite to eat prior to making our way to our eventual Vodka inspired oblivion.   It was all so very good, especially considering that this was my first meal of the day save for four chocolate chip cookies and a donut.  I had chicken Pad Thai and crab wontons which is what I always eat as I am not very adventurous when it comes to putting things into my mouth.   The northern lad had what I think was orange chicken(I'm not sure as I had to make a mad dash to the W.C. while he was ordering) and wonton soup.   Initially we planned on splitting the soup as the bowl was quite massive but upon further inspection I took the zero as I am disturbed by brothy looking soups.