Just as a programming note, mrs TBogg and I will hitting the road (sans beasties) next Friday morning for our annual Southwestern pilgrimage to see the L&T Casey playing that crazy futbol game here on the mainland in what should be her last four games after seventeen years of playing. We will be returning on the weekend of the sixth.
So, you may be asking yourself, what does this mean and how will it impact my life and will you be bringing back presents? Well, what this means is that there will be no blogging for the duration since my laptop came up deader than Bob Dole’s dick while in Utah last year (understandable in Utah) and it wasn’t in the budget to replace it this year. So instead of blogging I will be spending my time traveling and “appreciating the Awesome Beauty Of This Great Country Of Ours”, and by that I mean I will be surveying the landscapes of Nevada, Utah, and Arizona and mentally comparing them to all of the much better places in America to live, which is pretty much anywhere else with the exception of Indianapolis which is whole other kind of awful. Seriously.
My brother has graciously agreed to come dog-sit while we are gone after I pointed out that the alternative was to leave the boys on their own with a side of beef hanging from a hook and a child’s wading pool full of water for the duration, but apparently there are laws about doing stuff like that. Friggin’ nannystate.
This will also mean I won’t be around for the election but they will probably have it anyway and it is my understanding that there will be some “bloggers” “blogging ” about it on the internets and on the TwitterTwat and ShoutyFace and probably some other “social media” thing that will be invented and become indispensable within the next two weeks, and then will be totally lame by Thanksgiving. Check your local listings.
As for me, deprived of important internet news, I will be taking a bunch of books with me and relaxing without a care in the world This will be in stark contrast to last years trip (see home movie below):
Mrs TBogg will once again be playing the part of the naked blond.



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Hey there’s plenty of Adult soccer out there for her to play.
Well it’s obvious from the home movie that you brought the dawgs with you last year and let them have the front seat.
I can see why you’re not taking them this year.
Hmm, we didn’t realize that you Americans knew about “Adult Soccer”. We usually play those matches at night after the tourists have gone, and keep the videos of it in a back room that you need to say “poisson-épée” to get admitted into.
Bringing new meaning to “Weed, whites and wine”. Have fun, and bring your passport for the Arizona part. And birth certificate. And don’t get too tan. And car registration. And keep any adult soccer videos in the trunk.
I hope you’re sailing past Tehachapi. My wingnut sister lives there and that place is like something right outta the Twilight Zone — lovely scenery, apple barns, a nice choo-choo train that runs adjacent to Main Street, and a substantial population of the most clueless Tea Party wannabees.
They’ve seen the headlines about Wayne Rooney’s dalliances.
L&TC ought at least to fire a pair of boots into the sky in an eco-friendly Roman Candle as an offering to the Great Central Defender in the Sky.
I’m sorry to discover that web logging is so un-remunerative that you can’t afford a new laptop.
Not very encouraging at all.
Jeez, TBogg, why don’t you just buy a new laptop with all your Soros money?
You can also buy Mrs. Tbogg some clothes – ya know, for when you need to stop for victuals at those fancy commie eatin’ establishments that require robing.
New Rose Douchehat column in the Times is epic. TARP = waterboarding and nuking Japan. I swear I’m not making that up..
Yes and that waterboarding, Hiroshima/Nagasaki, and TARP, were all good things at the time but well worth demonizing afterwards, because that’s “healthy.”
It was the most incoherent thing he’s ever written– and this is Ross Douthat, so that’s a low bar to have slithered under to say the least.
OK, we understand that this Bob Dole stuff is hopeless for your lappie, but have you tried ci@lis? It is said to have a longer biological half-life and if you in addition double the dose it might just have one last shot.
Have fun, and don’t blow the nest egg.
Tbogg away for, like, weeks? Damn, now what’s going to be my excuse for procrastinating and not getting work done?
Leaving us over the election? That’s just heartless.
Vanishing Point?
I was thinking more along the lines of Smokey and The Bandit. You got your ears on Tbogg?
Thank you for leaving us the flipbook (previous post) — it’ll be like you’ve never left!
Vanishing Point?! I saw that movie like 99 times when it came out, but I forgot what it all meant. It was very very heavy, though.
They had naked chicks on motorcycles in the 70s????
…exception of Indianapolis which is whole other kind of awful.
Ever been to Gary or East Chicago? In comparison, Indy is a garden spot. An ugly, sprawly, redneck kinda garden spot, but still. Gary is always what I imagined Hell would smell like.
Now Tboggs, be considerate during your travels. Instead of littering the AZ desert with headless bodies, dispose of them properly in the appropriately marked recycling container.
Hopefully you have, or will be voting before the trip. We need every vote possible for legalizin’ it. Kowalski…and Peter Tosh…would want you to.
It’s good she is blonde. This will reduce the number of times you will be pulled over in Arizona to prove your citizenship.
Most places she’ll just need shoes and a shirt.
Gilda Texter, the actress who played the naked motorcyclist, was the first person whose boobies I saw in full glorious proportions on the silver screen. I was 11 years old at the time (1971), and the proprietors of our local theater, by virtue of the movie’s “GP” rating, showed it as a “kiddie matinee.” Being a geek even at that age, I stayed until the end to see how the character (who was nameless) was delineated in the credits.
This is great, after that film and a couple of others as an actress, she’s spent the rest of her career in films in the wardrobe department.
And if I give you WEED, WHITES and WINE…will you show me a good time? I’d be “Willin’”…enjoy your time off, you have earned it!
O/T but good news!
The Atlantic continues to hound me (as a former subscriber) to renew my subscription. I emailed back that “I would consider renewing the day they fired Megan McArdle”.
Their reply?
Buh Bye Megs!
There’s a Jerry Brown/Linda Ronstadt reference here somewhere, but damned if I can figure it out with all the naked blonds on motorcycles running around.
Have a blast TBogg, Mrs TBogg, and L&T !
The Vanishing Point pretty much described Barry Newman’s film career. The Petrocelli TV Series window stayed up in Tucson long after the series was cancelled.
Cool beans about the VP promo. Most of those scenes were shot along the Colorado river, through Glenwood Canyon (way before the interstate update) and just above Fruita and Grand Junction. Ah, the good (bad) old days.
Enjoy the soccer, the scenery, the lack of moisture in the air, the hundreds of miles traveling through Edward Abbey country (I hope you are taking at least one of his books) and the nicest people in the world whose worldview you most definitely do NOT want to know.
We’ll be just fine while you are gone.
I saw that movie once and came away with exactly the same impression.
with the L&T Casey playing Cleavon Little.
That has to be the only time Delaney and Bonnie appeared on the same bill as David Gates (of Bread).
You know, I can understand you picking on me and my redneck state, but what did Doghouse ever do to you?
Besides that the weather has been nice lately and by that I mean you tourists can go outside without air conditioning and us natives are starting to wear sleeves.
So a week away from the internutzs with your family (which includes a naked Mrs. TBogg ON A MOTORCYCLE!). Quit your bitchin’.
And while you’re here, check out my favorite Italian restaurant.
Idunno. I have a friend who claims that Ohio is the worst state, and that Cambridge, Ohio, is the armpit of the universe:
While he was living there, a guy broke into a liquor store from the alley. The liquor store was open at the time.
And the cops could tell the local perps from the out-of-towners by whether there was a getaway car or not.
And then, on the way south to visit The Headless Body National Monument, swing into my favorite diner from days gone by….
Tbogg, you’ve got to learn from Sully, you don’t announce a vacation until the last minute, after the fundraiser is complete..
Nah, I have it on good authority – although perhaps dated – from an ex-boyfriend who worked in the oil/gas patch there that Monahans Texas takes that title.
Ooh, heres a plan. We need to get Linda Ronstadt to perform Willin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4Q6kYEuAPg at Gov. Moonbeams inauguration. Someone should get Jello to re-reupdate California Uber Alles again too.
Tonopah is the armpit of the universe.
Stay in your motel room & read about meth arrests in the local paper, or go for a stroll & get chased by dogs in the street.
Either way, you’re getting ready for the Palin era.
They still have a newspaper? Holy Shit! They’re in Conde Nastie’s Top 10 livable areas!
Btw, does this Heartland Tour mean the usual Thursday and Sunday night basset blogging will be on hold?
Or will we see a variation, something along the lines of Thursday Night Bassets Take Advantage of Substitute Parent in Pictures (TNBTAoSPiP)