This is but one of several heads mounted along the walls of my grandfather’s house. They used to scare the hell out of me when I was younger. Continue reading
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Busted by Mutton

Busted by Mutton
Poor Aaron has a love/hate relationship with sheep: He loves the way they taste, but hates the way they always want to trample him into dust. So with that in mind, here is his exciting 2006 Mutton Bustin’ ride. All 5 seconds or so of it.
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Doom and Gloom

This is not my goldfish
The goldfish is dying. He quit eating on Friday, and has been swimming sideways since Saturday. I can see him gasping, but beyond providing a quick and (hopefully) painless death, have nothing I could do for him. Poor little guy. It would be kinder to end his life now, but I hold false hope that he will suddenly start swimming around happily again. Continue reading
Rapture
Okay, twenty more minutes to the Rapture. Have you made arrangements for your pets yet? I think I’m going to sit this one out, thanks. The kids and I have decided that watching Dr. Who is more exciting.
Spastic Avenger
Okay, I’m hiding this image before it gives my viewer (viewers?) siezures. Continue reading
Yeah, this is my week.
Lust or Laundry
My wife has an addiction. It keeps her up late, interferes with normal social interaction, and may lead to permanent changes in behavior or personality. Yes, my wife has discovered Big Love, and loves it. Continue reading
It’s My Birthday
I’ll eat pie if I want to, pie if I want to . . .
Conversations With Myself
Oh Marmaduke, you’re such a card . . . what are you doing no- f**k me, is this thing on? Oh hey there . . . so, what is today’s topic? Oh yeah, California versus Idaho. I like California, I really do. But I also like paying a dollar less per gallon of gas, half per kilowatt of electricity, and not having to dodge piles of shi… feces while walking in public places.
So, California, or more precisely, Humboldt County, California: Majestic redwoods, foggy mornings and sunny afternoons, beautiful windswept beaches, and the mighty banana slug. I do not think I could give up the ocean again. Humboldt is beautiful, but suffers from a poor economic base and the high cost of California living. Everything from land to gas to milk to taxes is more expensive here, even though so many here are poor. Maybe if we weren’t paying $4.47 per gallon of gas, we would have more money for more important things, like cookies.
Idaho, or Coeur d’Alene anyway, is flat and cold and filled with people who believe the current President is a Kenyan Marxist Socialist Nazi Communist Manchurian Candidate (i.e. “the sheriff is near”). It is also quite affordable. And unlike Humboldt, Kootenai County has no shortage of doctors and great libraries. It may not have as many breweries as Humboldt, but it does have Trader Joe’s, Lowes, Home Depot and Spokane, WA nearby. I would sell my wife for a Trader Joe’s in my area (hey, TJ’s people, are you listening?) . . .
If I switch to driving a UEV and move the family into one of these, California might just match Idaho on the affordability front. Idaho will never match California on the oceanfront and banana slug front, however.
Lost Weekend
It’s Monday again, innit? Damn. ‘Twas a lost weekend, as far as I am concerned. Saturday we raced the kids around to social events and repeatedly cleaned the goldfish tank, which was filling nicely with an algal bloom. If the goldfish could talk, I am sure he would have echoed the sentiments of Kermit. Sunday was stress day, followed by chasing the sheep in the rain for a few hours. No, you sick buggers, not for that . . . we had to vaccinate and tag lambs. Eventually the wife snapped, and we gave up on that exciting adventure. At least we all ended up covered in mud and smelling of sheep. That has to count for something, right?


