So Apparently...

Nothing plays in the backyard anymore. I can't play the cat and the dog for avoiding it. So far it's killed a squirrel, a robin and my hammock...

No, the hammock was more my fault. I had attempted to stretch it between two points in a distance that was far greater than the recommended span. This led to a dramatic failure when the leads broke on either end. Luckily the dog wasn't underneath the thing when I came tumbling down.

Oh well. It's cursed. On the plus side, I did figure out how to obtain a copy of Myst that works on my new-fangled-computo-tron machine. Sweet. Point and click baby.

Bonus, we have sunshine. I'm going for a bike-ride.

The Strange get Stranger

So, in my last post I mentioned that there was a newly dead squirrel in my yard. That wouldn't be such a major issue, but it seems that a robin croaked on my porch. It looks like he was chowing down on a monster earth worm when it happened. Again, a big downer.

So, that's a squirrel and a robin, two of my favorite spring-time chums. The dog and the cat don't seem to notice anything strange when they are outside, nothing obvious like a gas-leak anyway.

Oh well. I forgot how much fun the Fallout games are. Lightyears ahead of their time in theory. I wish that someone would remake them so we could play more, better produced post-apocalypse games. Playing these games when I was younger is probably why I developed a fanatical desire to stockpile canned goods. I probably have two months worth of green beans. I also don't make the rookie mistake of not keeping about twenty hand-powered can-openers around.

Seriously, some idiots keep the electric kind around. Like that will help in a post-apocalyptic world run by Mel Gibson. Not that Mel has anything against electricity, unless of course it's Jewish electricity...

Also, work is going well. I'm advancing the ranks of the corporate ladder one shit covered rung at a time. Today, chief mailroom clerk, tomorrow the world!!!

I discovered that wine can make the evening go faster. I'm stockpiling cheap wine as well. I feel like between that and the cigarette stockpile I should be a millionaire if the world economy collapses and we all descend into chaos. Man's got to plan ahead.

I don't even know why I blog. Other than being a paranoid, delusional nut-job who loves SF and his pets, I have nothing going on.

Peace.

Saturday

So, not a lot happened this week. I finished up some repairs on the house, no big deal. Just had to patch the roof, rip out some existing ceiling, throw up some mold-resistant paint and new insulation, top it off with a piece of paneling, then rip up the rotten part of the floor, lay in new floor, put down a new tile overlay and trim that and then we had a nice laundry room again. No big deal.

Had some friends out to the hacienda last night. Then we went out on the town. A few beers and then home to bed. Like I said, pretty much uneventful week.

I guess one strange thing happened. Yesterday a squirrel started going batshit crazy out in the tree in front of our house. He was darting around, spinning circles, all things common to batshit crazy syndrome, then he just fell out of the tree, stone dead. It was a pretty big bring down, because up to that point the little guy seemed to be having a blast.

Picked up the Fallout Trilogy though, so I'm probably just going to bum around and play those mama-jamas.

I'll let you know how it turns out...

The Beginning

I know it's a pretty intense title, but I felt that it should be noted when I started blogging. I plan to take the world by storm with updates from my mundane life. I see it as a social experiment. Will people read something that has absolutely no bearing at all to anything? Like Seinfeld.

So, it's a Saturday. I am sitting on the couch looking out the window at what appears to be a grackle. He is enjoying the grass seed I put down to fix the patches. Thanks bud!

There is a fine dew still hanging on to anything green outside. The sun rises in the east, casting it's golden rays through the windows in the new office. Yes, I have a couch in my office, because I'm awesome.

I don't have television of any sort. No cable, no dish, no rabbit ears. My news comes from the AM radio or the all-mighty interwebs. What this means is that on Saturdays I do not get any news, because I live in a valley so no AM radio and the interwebs is not for new on Saturdays.

There has been a lot of discussion of riots across the world, but what else is new? From what I understand, Greece is in a constant state of rebellion against itself. Almost as if democracy were some kind of baboon heart being rejected by a transplant patient...

I wonder if my grackle friend has bird flu... He seems to be twitching an inordinate amount. Maybe it's happy twitching because he found a gold mine of seed in my backyard. Little jerk, I hope he has bird flu...

Well, it's off to do something productive. Or at least something that requires standing.

Peace.