brickwallviews

plaxico burress

if you shoot animals...

you're a hunter.

if you shoot people...

you're a mobster.

if you shoot yourself...

you're

an

idiot!

out.

upside to the downturn

potty mouth, eh.

so anyway, posting here on the "new better tasting lower in fat Typepad" so if this appears in your browser in swahili, start fires and stuff.

so the upturn to all this economic poo poo... Setanta, a big evil euro tv / internet provider went belly up! ahhhhh, so sorry, you "we're in bed with direct tv until eternity so you cable having  arsenal fans are screwed" are and always were evil i say evil. anyway, they died. (simpsons dude voice) ha ha!

anyhoo, espn then stepped in and bought the euro rights to the EPL (if you don't know what EPL stands for, either quote-see the archives of this blog-unquote...or... you are lost in web-land and are sure to be insulted (or worse) shortly. so yea, ummm... espn scores euro EPL and FSC (see parenthesis' in first sentence above) thus takes over a bigger broadcast allotment of the EPL this side of the pond.

and... FSC bought the rights to the champions league after espn spent all their footie budget on the EPL. still with me? thought not. well what sense would it make to spend $100 million kronor or francs or euros or whatever on the champs league and then only have about 1/4 of the US footie tv audience see the damned thing. right! zero!

this is the good part so stay with me here... FOX then clearly threatened to release photos of a Comcast exec in bed with a teenage boy and KAPOW! FSC / FX / and FOX regional sports networks are all now available to any and all (digital) comcast customers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

at no extra charge!

EPL and Champions League!

(marching band breakout!)

so not 8 weeks after mrs brickwall 86'd my extra $$$ sports (read: footie) package, the death of an already despised corporate machine has brought it back to me.

at no extra charge!

yes, i'm sure she will share in my reverie.

coffee and football, brew sit holler! repeat.

coming in 3 short weeks!

my homework assignment: read peter matthiessen's (892 page) Shadow Country in august.  that's 28.77 pages per day. gravy.

wake up! i'm out.

out 1 september!

hot damn!

and oh yea, listen to oprah (in this case)...
david wroblewski's "the story of edgar sawtelle" is a goddamn masterpiece.

anyone who claims different is fucked!

oh, and wrong.

out

ps... album title idea: handjobs for hydrocodone

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

Should you be in the Bay Area on Second July

this should be your evenings plan.

samiam are legends.

nothington is destined to be.

i often miss san francisco.

out.

eggers does dallas, errrr new orleans

mr dave damned eggers' new work is a nonfiction account of a syrian immigrant / husband / father / business owner and his journeys in his canoe in the aftermath of Katrina... and his mysterious "disapearance" (see bush / cheney policy) thereafter...

...Zeitoun is nonfiction, set during Katrina in New Orleans and its chaotic aftermath, as seen through the eyes of a Muslim-American family, the Zeitouns, who were living Uptown during the storm. I didn’t hear about Zeitoun until a few weeks ago when you printed a copy for me, which I briefly considered selling on eBay. You were pretty quiet about it...

entire interview here.

news at eleven. out.

lest we forget some art for the day

kurt schwitters, merzpicture with rainbow (1939)

no crime in crime fiction

Through tears he told her. told her he hurt, that the pain in his gut was nearly unbearable when he thought of not being with her.
Told her he would do anything to keep them together.
-would you kill?
Yes. Of course. Anything.
-Would you kill me?
He shot her twice in the face.

so yea, summer reading. whereby summer means "light". content one can enjoy / absorb while kids are running around the beach / pool / trailer park and other such horseplay.

i shall embark on a summer of crime / noir and let ya know what gives. like you care!

can report that josh bazell's little novel Beat The Reaper is "page turner-blood splattering-joy fest"!

so yea then, work read work read feed-the-kids work read work, repeat till early september.

minister-of-culture Mr. Hobbs just lent me Jim Thompson's Texas By The Tail... and he's off!

all work and no play makes boy a dumb boy.

bwbout.

it may never rain again

i suppose you are all out at your lenders office finalizing your home refinance...

BECAUSE IF NOT, YOUR'E THE ONLY ONE!

this boy is busy busy with the 'ol job gig, man o' man i mean like really and stuff.

boy off to work then.

oh, he's down the pub

the closing of footie season brings thoughts of less-crowded pubs across britain and that cross the channel continent thing. sure "pub" is not exactly part of the "drinkin" lexicon here in texas usa but one does here a quote-intellectual-unquote utter it on occasion, and the odd expat of course. they tend to go by "beer joint" in these parts and best case scenario there's a beat down jukebox with hank sr and the man-in-black on it, worst case, a big screen tv with our god-awful astros playing what amounts to double-a baseball (god their hideous, 8 in a row i believe, losses that is).

i dream of a time when one of my footie-fan chums comes by the house and my wife tells 'em, "oh, he's down the pub watching his arsenal"...

trouble is, i'm a tee-toddling alkie in recovery and the only "pub" around would probably be showing fucking man u for chrissakes.

just ain't the same with coffee and a room full of perfectly good teeth.

oh, and i also sometimes fantasize about that same wife walking into our bank branch and yelling...

"everybody on the fucking floor"!!!

in that there fantasy, i'm on the couch...

watching my arsenal.

pub or no pub, gonna be a long summer.

out.