Bandolero

El Bandolero is a savvy outlaw when it comes to computers. He always carries one or two laptops in his saddlebags, along with a plethora of peripherals. Lately, on account of an untimely Windoze crash at an inopportune moment when he was sorely in need of a Google map in order to execute a smooth getaway, he’s been experimenting with Linux. It turned out that Knoppix was just the thing, because it could be carried around on his key ring and inserted in a little old USB port whenever he was inclined to boot up something other than Bill’s Demon Child.

Anybody else interested in following Bandolero’s lead can pick up their own portable Unix at  Knoppernet.

Mmm, Bandolero loves them carnitas, and tonight was a carnita feast at Casa Estefan. Mrs. Estefan defroze the carnita meat, which came from Costco, she said, though this was something Bandolero found hard to believe, even though he had no reason to believe otherwise, since he had never tasted Costco carnita meat one way or another, that he knew of. He might have had some in the past without knowing it, as he didn’t always ask his hosts and hostesses where they got their carnita meat. Still, he was doubtful. In any event, it was really really good.

Bandolero doesn’t have much time for sports, unless one considers the life of a bandolero to be sport, in and of itself, which is how Bandolero views it, but not how most people, probably, view it. Nevertheless, the other day Bandolero tried his hand, or rather his foot, at football. It was a disaster. For one thing, the damn thing wasn’t round. Most people in the world who play football play it with a round ball. On this occasion, Bandolero was in the Estados Unidos, where everything, including footballs, tends to be different from what the rest of the world thinks is right. So, of course, Bandolero could never kick the damn thing straight. Afterwards, though, Bandolero saw another game where they were playing with what the rest of the world would consider to be a football, only here it was called a basketball. And, interestingly, they were not allowed to kick it. Totally opposite from football, the whole idea seemed to be to use their hands, instead of keeping their hands off it.

Bandolero thinks he will stick with Bandoleroball.  It is played like this: Gimme yer money or I kick yer balls!