Friday, July 31, 2009
Hot Laredo Days
It's scorching out there in the dry Laredo heat. We advise you to stay in the shade and drink plenty of cold water. But, please, make sure you don't break down your refrigerator like this unfortunate family in the picture above. Somebody call the Maytag man to get it fixed. Stay cool Laredo.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
HideOut Grocery
Is the migra on your tail ready to toss you back across the Rio Grande? The sheriff's dept. or the DEA on your case about some pesky kilos? Then come out to the the HideOut Grocery and besides buying your case of Schlitz Beer, we can also hide you from all sorts of law enforcing agency bad guys. Sweet deal right.
Nuevo Laredo, Tamps
CarrotHead: The Movie
This is the 'official' intro to my amateur, very low-budget, horror, short film. You can view it here below. If your a fan of bad and shaky camera work, terrible dialogue, questionable plot, inane actors, then drop by and watch my film. View the intro below. Look for the complete short film by the end of August.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Another Laredo Downtown Postcard
Jenny was a friend of mine
Jenny was a friend of mine, until she to told me the cold, hard truth.
“What’s your blog about?” she asks with a puzzled face. “Is it about you or about Laredo? You talk about this, you talk about that. Sometimes, it seems to be all about your own personal life. It seems like your blog doesn’t have a focus.”
As she talks she moves her hands incessantly. Every so often she picks at her plate with her fork as she avoids eye contact. She sits across the table from me at the TKO tapping her fingers annoyingly on the table, as if awaiting an answer.
“I guess your not a fan of my blog” I finally answer trying to suppress a grin. “Not too many people are, and I don’t mind if it stays that way.”
I’m a bit hurt inside, but I’m not going to let Jenny see that.
“You’re right”, I continue, “my blog is unfocused. I want it to be about me. I happened to be from Laredo. Soy de Laredo and I write things that I encounter as I live in this city. My life is unfocused, hence my blog is just the same..”
“Oh come on…that‘s such a canned answer”, she cuts me off. “But, well, maybe you are right”, she says almost apologetically. “Hey its your blog; do what you want with it. Too bad its not as good as the BorderTown one” she says at the end.
I turn away in inner pain as if someone has just given me ten paper cuts simultaneously.
“I can’t compete with BorderTown”, I utter as I began to look for the waitress and ask for my check. “No dessert for her” I whisper to myself.
“All you need is to focus and decide. Is it going to be about you or about the city of Laredo”, she goes on and on like Elaine from Seinfeld. Her lips continue to move and I began to see that she is a littler chatterbox. “But your blog has potential” she tells me as she finally looks straight into my eyes.
I smile wide. Maybe Jenny is right. Maybe the blog does have potential. But the only thing I know for certain is that I won’t be seeing Jenny again. I don’t like the truth being so brutal. I prefer it in small doses.
“What does Jenny know anyway”, I think to myself as I leave TKO and walk out into the hot Laredo night. I turn up my Zune to some random 80’s beat as I drive down San Bernardo looking for trouble.
“What’s your blog about?” she asks with a puzzled face. “Is it about you or about Laredo? You talk about this, you talk about that. Sometimes, it seems to be all about your own personal life. It seems like your blog doesn’t have a focus.”
As she talks she moves her hands incessantly. Every so often she picks at her plate with her fork as she avoids eye contact. She sits across the table from me at the TKO tapping her fingers annoyingly on the table, as if awaiting an answer.
“I guess your not a fan of my blog” I finally answer trying to suppress a grin. “Not too many people are, and I don’t mind if it stays that way.”
I’m a bit hurt inside, but I’m not going to let Jenny see that.
“You’re right”, I continue, “my blog is unfocused. I want it to be about me. I happened to be from Laredo. Soy de Laredo and I write things that I encounter as I live in this city. My life is unfocused, hence my blog is just the same..”
“Oh come on…that‘s such a canned answer”, she cuts me off. “But, well, maybe you are right”, she says almost apologetically. “Hey its your blog; do what you want with it. Too bad its not as good as the BorderTown one” she says at the end.
I turn away in inner pain as if someone has just given me ten paper cuts simultaneously.
“I can’t compete with BorderTown”, I utter as I began to look for the waitress and ask for my check. “No dessert for her” I whisper to myself.
“All you need is to focus and decide. Is it going to be about you or about the city of Laredo”, she goes on and on like Elaine from Seinfeld. Her lips continue to move and I began to see that she is a littler chatterbox. “But your blog has potential” she tells me as she finally looks straight into my eyes.
I smile wide. Maybe Jenny is right. Maybe the blog does have potential. But the only thing I know for certain is that I won’t be seeing Jenny again. I don’t like the truth being so brutal. I prefer it in small doses.
“What does Jenny know anyway”, I think to myself as I leave TKO and walk out into the hot Laredo night. I turn up my Zune to some random 80’s beat as I drive down San Bernardo looking for trouble.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Laredo Chat
There are several local chat rooms, some better than others. Today I ran across MyLaredoChat.Net and it has a few regular chatters in there that keep the page interesting. Stop by if you get a chance and say hi.
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BorderTown Laredo
It has been over 10 years since the show aired, and its high time it got a bit of coverage on this old blog. But first I have to watch it. N...
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How come I'd never seen this place before? Sometimes I find myself driving aimlessly around town and I come across a building that I ...
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My Experience with Emilio by Cindy (guest contributor) The year was 1994. I can clearly remember wai...