God’s Spliff
Once again, I have so much to write and so little motivation. Do I write about the local lawyer and former Idaho Concressional candidate who is growing God’s pot plant on his front lawn (one of many great quotes from Tuesday’s Post Falls Press article: “. . . this was a proverbial burning bush, this was a sign from God.” Oh yeah, you can’t beat local journalism for a lively 4th!), do I make a snappy comment about how I, too, would like to lounge my summer away (thanks, Boondocks!), do I dig in my notebook and regurgitate this morning’s ramblings, or do I just toss up something fun I gimped up? Given that I need to get some work done, and that typing in my notes is just too much effort at the moment, let us celebrate the boy-child with a little neon edge-detect and the wonders of GIMP.
This is spooky.