Bandits Caught Red-Handed

My neighbors were out of town for a few days so they had me care for their critters; 3 cats and 2 guineas. The guineas are ferocious bug-eaters and also provide eggs, albeit small eggs. They’ve got a little coop for them which I need to lock up at night to keep the predators out.

So last night I was locking the door and Cindy noticed a small raccoon inside climbing up the wall after the guineas. (They roost in the rafters.) So I ventilated him with my .45 (along with the east wall of the coop – oops!) The hens were upset so I wasn’t going to be able to get the dead coon out without them taking off so I shut the door and left them to settle down. About an hour later I checked on them again and they were all upset. There were 2 more coons locked in the coop with them. 2 more corbons fixed that. I’m really surprised they didn’t catch the guineas; guess they were upset about their sibling lying dead in front of them.

Here my ever faithfull coondawg checking out the guilty trio. Smallish, but the meat will be really tender. Can't decide where to jerk the meat or just grind it and make lasagna again.

Pantera

There was a pretty good documentary on Pantera on VH1 that I finally got around to watching. Most of it focused on Darrell. He was a huge KISS fan, which I knew because they got into a "KISS" mode one Thursday night at MetalWorks (little club in Arlington). He took it so far as to join the KISS Army. A few days after he got his first guitart (age 7) he had the whole Ace Freeley makeup on and was jamming. Anyway, they buried him in a KISS casket. The funeral was a who's-who of the hard-rock world. EVH put his guitar in the casket with him. It wasn't just a random axe he had either, it was the one he toured with. Prolly worth well into 6 figures, although it's not like Eddie can play anymore... A bunch of his buds put bottles of Crown in the casket for "the trip". Hopefully he's jamming now with Hendrix and Randi.



The other main focus was on Phil. I never was that crazy about him, although his voice and style fit Pantera like a glove. The massive substance abuse kicked his ass like it always does. He blamed the heroine use on his back problems. HorseShit! There are effective prescription pain-killers for that, although it's still possible to get addicted to them too (ala Rush). He's just another fkn doper and, like all others, will always be a liability to those around him. In the end he tried to paint himself as Dime's brother but everyone else pretty well called him on that lie.

Vinnie started his own recording company, I give him a good chance at making it profitable. He's got decient business sense and knows the music biz too.

Download's are done, gotta go. Nite.