Another week here in the Hell on the Desert. And what a week it has been, sportsfans. Two judges have fallen. And fallen hard, and all in the same week. Judge one went down for domestic violence -- and naturally he sets on the Family Court. Judge two went down for picking up a pro and getting a $50 dollar blow job. He did it in his car, in the parking lot -- and a cop watched the deed get done. Dumb judge. He deserved to go down. (And she did go down on him!)

Just yesterday we had two unrelated cop-involved shootings. One of them was at the airport, a hostage situation. Ah, it's only Las Vegas, Baby.

There have been 15 cop-related shootings already this year.

And I know you saw the video of the . . . mud-people shootout at the Silver Nugget. Naturally, Blacks would be involved. And why not? Most of the violence here is done by and to Blacks. Good people. Glad you, White America, are so quick to stand up for them. Nice of you. Me, I just call those people 'Porch Monkeys' and have done with it. Ah, but you, White America, are so much politer than I. Nice. Very nice of you.

My own life is going swell. The Summer heat here is . . . Jesus! 110 days. It is 96 at eleven p.m. Thank God for air-conditioning. (Thank God for little girls!)

So what are you up to, America? Did you know one helluva storm is brewing out there? Did you know that, huh?

The Chicks and I are doing fabulously. I've tried the menage-thing. Don't much care for it, myself. Did it three different times, though, just to make sure. You can't be intimate when you're doing it with more than one girl. And you can't, then, talk about the chick you did it with with the chick you didn't do it with -- if you're following my drift, here.

I don't do lakes. Too hot here for this. Do my job, come home, watch movies, listen to movies, shop, and enjoy listening to the Chicks rant. Chicks know lots of chicks. Can't believe how many of them come over here. Chicks like to dance -- even with other chicks they like to dance. But it ain't the kind of dancing we guys think they do (or would do with one another). Chicks are basically good people -- except when they're on their period. You do not want to be around a lot of Chicks, America, when they're on their period. Believe this, America. Buy a new house, take a break, get the hell out of there; do anything but spend time around them when they're doing the period-thing. Not fun, that.

My former fiancee is here. Don't know how long she is staying. Probably through most of July. Don't know yet for sure. It's causing quite a bit of . . . stress. Don't ever see your intended once you and she break up. Believe me on that, America. Let breakups be breakups. Don't know if I really want to get back with her -- don't want to let her go, either. Good byes can be for ever. Too long, that.

Thinking a lot about life. Death. I love the language we use to discuss death, as in, for instance, "all the things I will miss after I am dead." No matter one's thinking on that issue (God/no God) one will not miss anything once that person is dead.

Following heavily the shit going down in the Middle East, if only because my dad is always talking about it whenever he calls. Means much to us here: petroleum. And America is a nation addicted to energy.

I can't believe all the crimes we are 'doing' over there. Nor can I believe that Iraq is now nothing more than a football game being played between liberals and conservs, demos and repubs, haves and have-nots, americans and iraqis. Crazy, this whole thing. Well, I'll let somebody else sort it all out.

Thinking about having a kid. Or two. Thinking about starting a family while I am still young enough to know what being young, a kid, and love are all about. Think most of America has forgotten much about being young, being in love.

Keep your eyes peeled for that Storm, America. Bye now.

Hullo from Hell On The Desert. You want to talk about hot? Jesus! This fucking place makes Hell -- the real Hell look cool by comparison. And, by comparison, I have serious reasons for thinking that Hell would probably be safer. But all that for another time.

Been too busy to do justice to this blog, so I haven't even tried. Summer is here, my house is filled with people. Most of them are going to stay . . . and stay, long past the end of summer. Which, I guess, is to be expected. Anyway, when I'm not working or writing, I spend time with the Chicks, which I find a fascinating experience. A chick by herself may or may not be an education. But 7 chicks allowed to be themselves, are. And I'm loving it. What do I love about it? I love what they talk about, the way they turn a phrase. I love that they don't worry so much about rationalizing or justifying what they think. They just let it sound. I love their laughter. I love their ways, even though never getting into a bathroom when I need one (and this is a 4 1/2 bath house) can be a bit of a downer.
I love just watching them be themselves. It is kind of like . . . observing birds, I guess.

Anyway, things are going great. Y has been straight and sober since she quit using. No backsliding.

The resident cutie (she's too young for me to use her name or even an alphabetical designation, I think) is, in a word (or two) totally cute. And totally outrageous. I love having her on board. And if we can get her into school come the fall, I will be so totally pleased.

D. and I are working out just fine. An argument or two (or more) along the way, but nothing to really break us up.

K., D.'s friend from Lubbock is here. She's moving to Vegas. She hasn't yet decided what she wants to do out here. That will take time. But she has become a permanent resident of the house. She is a wonderful cook, if you like a steady diet of BBQ. And I do -- as long as I can call in a pizza, like, whenever, which I can.

R. is here from the East Coast. She brought along a friend of hers. R. is staying here, or planning to stay, past the summer instead of returning to school. R. also brought news: She is the cousin of my former girlfriend. I thought it was over with L. I guess it isn't. Don't know what will happen next.

Anyway, I am still working. Will probably go into something else when current contract ends. Time to move on. Will keep the house here. Let the Chicks have it for their use, if we are still a unit when that time arrives. (On the other hand, I may still be playing parent to . . .)

I can't believe all the shit going on in the Middle East. Murder charges filed against those marines. A friend of dad's is a general over there. I have listened to his observations. Not pretty. Frankly, I don't care if we win or lose over there. Thank God I don't have to worry about ever having to do my duty by a country which I can't respect. And I would not fight or die for any of you. As for as fighting for what this country stands for -- give me a fucking break! I mean, what exactly -- in 2006 -- does this country stand for?! I don't mean what DID it stand for? And as a member of the Republican Party, I can tell you that none expect that America will ever return to the great nation it once was -- and the whole Party mourns that loss.

Anyway, later. Bye!

The winter has come early this year.