Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Trying to figure out which way she’s spinning? Cheat.

I’m trying to overcome my self-imposed title of “Black Thumb.” Yes, I have had a tendency to kill plants in the past, but mainly because I forgot to water them. Shame.

But there’s nothing like a home-grown tomato, is there? And now since the tree got blown down a couple of years ago, we have lots of sunlight in that corner of the yard. So we decided to give square foot gardening a shot, and see if we can keep anything unscathed between the deer, armadillos, squirrels, and blue jays that frequent the neighborhood. We have a fig tree and in 7 years of living here, have NEVER managed to beat the scavengers to the fruit.

It’s a late start, but here is what I planted today in the boxes that hubby built this weekend. In the herb pots I have mint, oregano, basil, parsley, chives. In the boxes live several varieties of tomatoes, eggplant, leeks, watermelon, spinach, serranos, and a chili petin.

Wish us luck!

Doctor’s call center: “Thank you for calling, may I help you?”
Me: “Yes, I need to make an appointment.”
Call center: “And what is it for?”
Me: “I have a cervical strain.”
Call center: “…You sure you didn’t mean to call the OB/Gyn?”
Me: *sigh* “The neck cervical, not the other cervical.”
Call center: “Oh.”

GENERATION SLAP: They’re naive, self-important, and perpetually plugged in. This is a call to arms against Millennials.

Sure, Generation X survived AIDS, Reagan, the Cold War, Tipper Gore, and A Flock of Seagulls, but those adversities, suggest Strauss and Howe, pale in comparison to what Millennials face today. Consider the stress of having to juggle a 30-hour work week while simultaneously maintaining Facebook, MySpace, and Flickr accounts. It’s enough to make your head spin! And maybe the Millennials never faced Hitler’s forces on the beaches of Normandy, but had they been around in 1944 (and had the technology existed), you can bet they would have blogged about it.

All that hate gonna keep him warm at night.

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That’s some hail, innit?

This stuff was flying sideways right into the west side of the house. All those chunks of hail bounced off the windows on the front door. Surprised all the glass is intact.

Texas in May is always so interesting.

International Association of Time Travelers: Members’ Forum Subforum: Europe – Twentieth Century – Second World War (short short story)
ManBabies.com – disturbing but SFW and SFK pics
Zod 2008 – collecting your superherodelegates
**MAGIC** Antique Dining Room Set ** MAGIC** – $600 (South City) – what a deal!
The Monster Engine – kid pics transmogrified into realistic pics

I’ve gotten a ton of trailheads in the last several days.

First came Violette’s Dream, who emailed me a Carroll-esque poem. Turns out that one’s for Velvet Assassin, an upcoming video game.

Then there was this huge protracted spammy conversation on Twitter from a couple of people who had recently friended me. I made a small comment once it was over to tickle people with the clue feather rather than hit them over the head with a clue-by-four, after which said spammy conversators unfollowed me. Ah, well.

Then I got an email in code from Mr. Boddy promising drinks, dinner, and mayhem on May 11. This appears to be a grassroots for-fun event. I was assigned my character and backstory this morning. Seems like Clue online. I’m pretty excited about it, but that could be because I pretend it’s Tim Curry I’m talking to.

Today I found this package on my doorstep. Inside was a redacted letter, a package of Emergen-C with a sticker on it, and… an origami crane? At first I thought someone sent me a crane instead of Varin, who’s putting together the strings for Dave Szulborski, but then I realized this was a trailhead. I’m a little disturbed about the contents. We’ll see what happens.

ETA: I’m less disturbed. I think it was in respect, not anything underhanded.