TheVacancy.Net Travelogue

I know I sound like a broken record, but hard times have fallen on everyone.

Everything is costing more...even the Dollar Store feels like a ripoff! One argument I hear a lot is that price of milk vs. price of gas comparison. It never made much sense to me, really. I suppose people relate them because they are both sold by the gallon? I know I've never bought 16 gallons of milk at once, thus making milk a hell of a lot cheaper than gas--regardless of the price of either. It would take me more than 3 months to purchase in milk what I purchase weekly in gas.

It's not that the price of 1 gallon of gas is expensive, but that you have to buy so many gallons of it before it's useful.

I'd be as happy as a hound dog on a scent if I had a car that ran on 1 gallon of gas! Even better--NO gasoline!

I would love to take my bike everywhere...but if you've ever actually looked at the size of the streets in Baton Rouge, you'd notice there's hardly enough room in each lane for a VW Bug, let alone enough room for the ever-popular Hummer and a bicycle. Shoulders are out of the question...I assume it's cheaper for BR to build a street without shoulders than it is to find the funds for an extra 3 feet of pavement.

Instead, I run all my errands at once--which often leads me to go grocery shopping in gym clothes and visiting the garden store dressed for work. I barter a pack of gum, for pete's sake. Okay not really, but sometimes I think about it.

I have hope, though. My head tells me something's gotta give--soon--and my intuition says something will.

You bet your biscuits this is another shameless plug.

I have fallen out of posting my musings online...in this sue-happy, instantaneous information, you-are-your-MySpace era, it's hard to say or do anything without the Internet Nannies shaming you.

[Sidenote: DAMN YOU, WINDOWS UPDATER! I DO NOT WANT TO "RESTART NOW!!!!"]

Sometimes if you post your writings, people aren't sure what to make of it so they give you the stink eye until you either explain yourself or become a recluse. Lately, however, I've been keeping up with Red Shtick Magazine. They have some pretty good--and pretty shameless--writing in their monthly musings.


Most of it is based on politics or pop culture or some aspect affecting the writer's life. The writing is humorous...the authors are the kinds of people you would expect to show up in animal costumes to the office Christmas party. Those parties are so bland anyway. Blah corporate humor.


Red Stick Comedy is the mastermind behind the whole publication. They do the only open-mic stand up comedy show in Baton Rouge (I think) that's any good (I know). Hopefully they are steadily gaining a following rivaling that of FLDS and Scientology. At least when you follow the Red Shtick, they don't make you wear foil hats or 1880's get-up.


[P.S.: I have fixed my horribly embarrassing spelling errors]