Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

My ‘links open windows’ thingie broke. Dammit. I’m too tired to deal with this now.

My answer would have been: Because I didn’t know they were important then.

I’ve been watching Six Feet Under on HBO on Demand. I’d never watched an episode but kept reading glowing reviews, so I decided to give it a shot.

It’s worth the effort. I’m totally bummed that they only have up to episode 6 available right now. I could sit and watch it all night long. What an excellent show.

I just watched the episode where Nate comes to realize that his father has a private self whom nobody knows. If you have lost someone close to you, you know that you will never ever truly know them, but for the rest of your life you will be finding out stuff about them that amazes you.

I just discovered a $25 Blockbuster gift card buried on my desk. It’s going to get used to rent The Royal Tennenbaums and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Soon, I promise.

Hub was washing his face in the sink today when he looked down and saw a scorpion crawling out of the overflow. He then smashed said scorpion with a flashlight and left its dismembered body in the sink.

We slept late. It’s hot out and the sun’s shining. This means the snakes will all be coming out from under their rocks. I only brought shorts and tennies and didn’t bring jeans and boots. Hub’s mad at me.

we then took a short jaunt to see the river, which is a few HUNDRED yards (or meters to you who use such terms) closer to the ranch house than usual. not to worry, the house is ok because it’s the highest spot in the county. our biggest risks are:

1. getting stuck in the mud. the kind of mud that eats four wheel drive for breakfast.
2. getting bit by a rattlesnake. the foreman said to keep an eye out by the house because it’s (relatively) dry up here.
3. getting carried of by a flock of mosquitoes. the foreman also said that at night the bugs are so bad that they will coat your bare skin to the point that you can’t see skin anymore. shiver.

i think i’m going to bathe in bugspray tonight. don’t want to take a shower for fear of backing up the septic tank. tomorrow we are going to take pics and i will post some when we get back.

captain bugspray, signing off.

i have to do this in 2 entries because i can’t cut and paste all of it at once.

Argh, i spent a huge long time meticulously punching in an entry one slow letter at a time on my palm, and i lost it.

anyway, we’re here at the ranch and i am blogging from my phone like the total freaking geek that i am.

we went to a tank that was close to see how full it is. there’s a creek where normally there’s nothing but antbeds on the way there. i got out of the car to take pictures of the tank which is literally 6 times its normal size at least, and i was descended upon by a plague of mosquitoes of biblical proportions. i screamed and ran, and you should know that if i do either of those things it’s serious business. both at the same time… well, let’s say it’s rare.

anyway, i ran to the car and refused to go back outside until we went to town to get bug spray.

i can blog from my palm. cackle.

I’m cleaning up my cluttered directories so if you see any broken images or links, drop me a comment, pretty please?

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