Sweathog Living: The domestic chaos of diminished expectations

The mysterious Brazo Fuerte has been invited into the home of the Rich Roat family and appears to be puzzled by Rich's laissez-faire estate management. While the fence sways under the pressure of a rotting tree and invasive weeds choke out the native flora, Rich chooses such pressing tasks as wrangling empty Illy coffee cans, toolbox re-organization, and re-branding the weed trimmer with a novelty label that makes sense to only to those of us with a interest in hemispherical combustion chamber technology. Ambitious, if misdirected, it seems Rich is willing to tackle any project as long as it does not actually contribute to the maintenance of his estate.

Sweathog Living

(Mister Jalopy is a guest blogger!)

[#1 posted by OM , September 9, 2008 9:37 AM]

...Oooh! Oooh! Mr. Kotter! Mr. Kotter! This doesn't look like Brooklyn!?!?

[#2 posted by Falcon_Seven , September 9, 2008 11:20 AM]

One hundreds years ago it did.

[#3 posted by codesuidae , September 9, 2008 1:13 PM]

I'm pretty sure I don't get this.

Dunno who "Brazo Fuerte" is or why he is mysterious, or why he cares about this Roats fellow. Dunno what a sweathog is or why there is a blog (by Brazo Fuerte??) that dishes out backhanded commentary about the way this Roats guy lives his life.

What is a sweathog? The main references online seem to be a one-liner from something called "Welcome Back Kotter" or to slang for an ugly woman.

The photography is pretty good (nothing to write home about, but a cut above consumer snap-shots). The writing is mildly amusing.

But the two don't go together very well; the commentary tries too hard, and the photos are of pretty mundane things (a reasonably neat and clean garage with what appears in the photo to be an immaculate '57 Willies pickup, for example).

[#4 posted by Antinous , September 9, 2008 1:18 PM]

I'm pretty sure I don't get this.

Very brave of you to admit it.

[#5 posted by DeWynken , September 9, 2008 8:03 PM]

I get it. Its for urban apartment dwellers who just WISH they could have a sprawling homestead to wander/tinker around and about. I have mine here in the bowels of the southwest. I couldn't be freaking happier :) Who needs a good paying when job when Nirvana is outside your doorstep every morning.