You know you get a little green in your pocket, and every SOB in 5 counties has his hand out. A buddy of mine got his first of what he hopes to be many gas lease checks and before it cleared the bank the County Apparisal District send him a defcon 4 threat, charging him with, a five year rollback plus penalties and interest. Plus they waited til after the 15th so he couldn’t contest the dame thing. Just another day in the energy bussiness.

Five that a boy’s, Two your the man. Now I would like to Thank my Good Friend The Fat Guy for setting up this Blog. He is very busy and has more than his share of problems but still took time to help this Oilfield Trash with this site , by the way he is Oilfield Trash now that he got his Gas lease Check.

• Tool Pusher (a guy who sells tools)
• Company Man (A fellow who like company over)
• Spudding in (planting potatos)
• Flowback (your girlfriend Flo comes back)
• Christmas tree (self explantory)
• Mr.Bit (usually found turning to the right)
• Double ,Triple, Single (terms used to track dry holes)
• Mudd logs ( mudd logs burn slower giving meat the Barnett Seasoning)
• Frac Tank ( A tank disigned to control fraculation)

I hope this clears thing up.

You have used a 5 gallon bucket as a suitcase.

This chart shows that The Big Five are falling behind in production. Even though it only shows oil, the same thing is happening to them with NG. This WSJ article explains why we see so many “small” operators around the Barnett Shale. Opportunity, baby…

I love capitalism.

Shoot we are envious of Rednecks,they have family near by, do you know what the word Foxworthy means to Oilfield Trash? A nice little pair of White shorts.

Wall St. Journal: ChevronTexaco’s Digital Oil Field Aims to Aid Reserves, Productivity

The digital oil field of the future has taken shape in ChevronTexaco Corp.’s new headquarters in Houston since early January — and it looks like the set of a Cold War melodrama.

In a screen-filled war room, technicians monitor real-time data flowing via fiber-optic cable and satellite links from sensors behind the drill bit below a Gulf of Mexico platform. By looking at the acoustic, temperature and pressure information, engineers can almost hear and feel the pulse of the drill, and receive e-mail alerts of any emergency on their BlackBerries if they are out of the office.

And then there’s this part about control:

The digital oil field also has to overcome venerable workplace conventions.

In ChevronTexaco’s “collaboration” room, drilling engineers and geoscientists — the petroleum human-resources equivalent of water and oil — stand side by side, wearing 3D-vision goggles as they interpret a tri-dimensional model of the reservoir.

According to Mr. Lacy, the new arrangement helps drilling engineers increase their knowledge of the reservoir and geologists get involved in the drilling process.

But problems may arise between the command center and the field as offshore workers lose some control.

The field force would be increasingly transformed from data gatherers into troubleshooters dependent on remote decision-makers, said Mr. Severns.

At ChevronTexaco’s pilot project, offshore workers are still in charge, though. They rely on Houston for advice, but onshore experts must request their permission before tampering with their platform.

Offshore workers “are not on their own, but the decision must be made on site,” said Mr. Lacy. “What we do is provide them with the best of the services of the company.”

Good article about the oil field of the future right now. If you don’t have a WSJ subscription, why not? I’ll email it to you if you want it.

If you filled out a employee application and it said last employer and you said 2nd blue rig to the right

So I’m basically minding my own business one day down at the ranch, drinking some beer and playing a little bit of online poker, when my little buddie Cork rolls up, and jumps out of his truck like he’s sitting on a fire-ant mound. Seems he’s got it in his head to start up the website you see before you now. Something that will a) chronicle the second coming of the energy boom to Texas, as embodied by the Barnett Shale natural gas field, and b) sell some stuff to those of you who might be a part of this wondrous happenstance OR wish you were.

Since I’m in high-tech (I sell high-speed network gear to the Fortune 2000), I quite naturally am the second person he calls. First guy he calls registers the domain names at some outfit I’ve never heard of, and has taken until now to get pointed to the right internets. Me, well, I’m just in charge of setting everything else up. As I told Cork, this would be the functional equivalent of me deciding I needed a dozer, going and buying title to one, then telling him to make it work. For free. Oh, well…what are friends for?

So that’s where we are today. I’ve sent Mr. Man his id and password, and we’ll see how long before he gets into his email, and figures out how to make it all work. It’s dead easy, but we will, guaranteed, be pulling Sasquatch duty this Friday night. I must remind myself to be patient with him, as he gets kinda bowed up if I criticize anything. But it will be worth it, because the boy knows what’s what. So this will be fun. Keepa you eyes peeled for the first t-shirt to come up pretty damn quickly. These will be collector editions, and you don’t want to wait.

Found this in my email inbox on Monday morning:

I think it was intended to do the job it did — get my ass in gear to get this spun up. So, I have.

Guess who that jet once belonged to? Audie Murphy…true story.