Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Ever wonder what a scorpion has for supper? Wonder no more.

Watching a train wreck is like watching a train wreck, kinda. You just can’t stop.

Last night we were about 20 minutes away from the ranch when my uncle called me to say there had been a train derailment in the front pasture, so I shouldn’t be surprised to see all sorts of people going in and out of the property. We dropped our things at the house and then rode down to the front to see what was going on. There were quite a few cars coming and going, and at that point the heavy equipment started arriving – bulldozers, backhoes, sideloaders, those big construction-area lights, you name it. Hub and I stayed out there from midnight until almost 4 am watching these guys do their thing. For such a remote site with no easy way to get to it, they were out there within hours and had equipment placed and ready to work. We took a bunch of pictures and put them on this web page. Pretty cool stuff, especially for guys. Three men I’ve spoken to during this have either longingly talked about how neat all that big equipment must look, or have watched with a glow of awe at how the big machines work. My conclusion is that boys of all ages love all kind of toys, but the bigger the better.

Go take a peek at the pictures and tell me what you think. I also have an obligitory scorpion picture (and a night of the Living Crickets series, very nice) which I will post later.

Never a dull moment! Must shoot Uzi more tomorrow. Bahahahah.

We’re off to the ranch this weekend, for a weekend of grownup stuff. Guns, fishing, jeep rides through the wilderness, stargazing, collecting arrowheads, watching wildlife, keeping an eye out for rattlesnakes, black widows, scorpions, brown recluses, and other non-friendly critters, and grownup movies. There’s even a “cold front” on the way through, which means highs in the low 90s and maybe upper 80s.

Hope everyone has a good weekend. I’ll be sure to post if we see some neat bugs, because I know how much y’all like that. Heh.

Today was not a good day to be my left hand.

First, in a fit of frenzied cleaning, I decided to give the screened in porch a major sweeping which took about 30 minutes, after which I had a dime-sized blister on my thumb.

Then, as I was cooking myself some spaghetti squash in the microwave, I thought I had turned up the edge of the plastic wrap with the point of a knife to let out steam, but turns out I didn’t, and I burned the living fuck out of my finger, which now has blisters from the second knuckle to the fingertip.

Yeah, I’m in pain. I can’t imagine the agony those people who get third degree burns over 50% of thair body endure.

Did anyone notice the clever reference to Godwin’s Law in last night’s season premiere of Sex and the City? I thought it was hilarious.

Well the new Harry Potter book is pretty gppd, although I don’t think anything could have lived up to the massive amount of hype surrounding it. It was a good read with some interesting developments, but really no plot, just plot devices.

The kids are at each others’ throats every single minute they are in the same room. Jo managed to line up some toys in this order: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. She did it on her own without ever knowing about Roy G. Biv. Caroline started singing “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” during the Aragog scene in Chamber of Secrets.

In all, I really don’t have much to say, but I feel guilty when there are too many blank days.

I’m trying to decide where to buy Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix tomorrow night. I’m all for supporting local businesses, but after my bad experience last summer of going to the Alton Brown signing at BookPeople and realizing they’d run out of books earlier that day, I’m hesitant to try there. The Barnes and Noble about half a mile away is much closer, is also having a midnight release party, and I think is less likely to run out of books.

Where are you buying your Harry Potter tomorrow?

Ever since George W. Bush became president, all the cool kids are telling redneck jokes. If a black man were elected to office, would black jokes be appropriate?