If I were to blog….

I don’t really have a story in mind today. Things in general just seem to be humming along. We had a party yesterday for Cinco de Mayo. I grilled chicken, corn on the cob in the husk, and other veggies for fajitas. Seven people waded through two bottles of tequila and the better part of a case of Corona. Vanessa brought new boy – Chris - who has graduated to having a name (formerly he was known by his internet handle “rock climber boy”). He seemed fine and wore a sombrero, so he’s game for the festive life. I really love having people over, the orchestration of entertainment and the meal, the certainty of what come nect

The mighty French, attempting to install their Emperor puppet, Archduke Maximilian of Austria, have misjudge the strength of the smaller Mexican army and will pay with their pride and their lives in this the year of our Lord 1862! And then they will come back in 1864 and kick our asses in return and we will say fuck it and drink! In 1867, with the civil war now behind them, the people to the north we lend us military aid and poor Maximilian will get his head chopped off, which is one of the most effective means of relieving a puppet of his strings.