Wednesday, August 1st: Heavy Rains: 'Tubba Blubba Storm'

Today I was playing Paper Mario (virtual console), the third chapter, the one with Tubba Blubba. Ahh, this level. My fondest memory of it involves rain.

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My Granny was coming to visit 5-plus years ago, and I was playing the level (I knew how to read?!). She brought Whataburger. I remember that was when she informed me that I had hair like my Dad's, and that it would not fall out ever. Oh, I was so happy! I don't know why. What 9, 10 or 11-year-old worries about losing their hair?

Maybe it was because my brother lost his hair. Alopecia, as I proudly explained to everyone who asked. Another fond, lovable memory was just a few years ago, when we were at our current home. My Granny, once again, came to visit. And I, once again, was playing Paper Mario. Truth be told, I love playing this level when it rains so much, I keep a Paper Mario file saved at this level at all times. Oh, and once again, it was raining. So, Paper Mario, rain, and Granny. Again.

We had enchiladas for dinner that night, I think...

My Granny was driving a U-Haul, and for some reason, got stuck in the flooding. I think a cop came. Man, maybe my Mom will clarify, I forgot. Anyway, I decided that since my Mom had the sauce made, I should make the enchiladas! So me and my brother, hands unwashed I am sure, set out to finish dinner! Heroes we would be!

Sure enough, we made enchiladas that night, and it was good. Or, they. I remember I found the recipe book and everything, but...I digress.

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It all began as I heard scratching at the door. The door which has an enclosed screen porch surrounding it. Intrigued, I got up to look. I had been listening to an "audiocassettetape" on the subject of prayer. The guy repeats himself too much, and talks too slowly. As I stood in the doorway, with the door closed, suddenly an extension cord under it whipped out under the door, being pulled at least 3 feet.

I knew then that this was no dog. It was scratching so hard. Too hard. It HAD to be a werewolf, I reckoned. No, I don't have any idea why I am 17 and 2/3 yet still thought that. I said to myself, "OK. I will go to the window, and tap on it, and if it's a werewolf, it will come to the window, and I'll know for sure." I seriously did that and thought that. I am completely serious.

Surely, it came to the window. But it was Tessa, one of our dogs, not a werewolf. She looked crazed. I thought, "DAMN. I don't know if dogs are friendly to werewolves! She does look like she's crazed though, like there's a werewolf egging her on!" And so I still was not sure. "OK," I told myself. I am serious, let me remind you once more. "OK, it has not scratched through the door. It has not damaged the door. If it IS a werewolf, and I open the door, it doesn't appear to have the strength to push it open if I hold it."


I drum my fingers on the arm of my chair as I consider, ponder, search the depths of my mind with all my mental energy, to find out why I believed it was a werewolf. I come to no conclusion.


I opened the door. I frantically searched the scene, trying to discover what size of ferocious beast I had to combat, frantically my eyes were stuck in "identify" mode to separate our dogs from the Wolf. At that point, I realized it was just Hannah, our scared-of-storms Border Collie mix. She's our oldest, and our first dog. She's the best trained, but not the best listener. I like her the most. She's crazy. We call her the "chupacabra," because she loves watching the chickens. I'll tell the story sometime later. Man, my skin is soft. It's like...uhh...sand ...paper...yeah, that.

The question, after I let her in, is how did she get through the screen?


That's how, and it looks better enlarged. She jumped through it. How? Well, that's a mystery. There's enough slack that biting it would be of little effect, so she probably just scratched, and scratched, until she got a hole started. Then put her face through the hole, followed by her body. That's my theory. The reason she was so scared? Rolling, almost continuous, thunder. Not loud, just continuous...
That stuff was weird! I almost didn't notice it, it was such a monotonous rumbling.

I took occasion to let both Precious and Vicious in, and also LJ my Mom's dog. Lucky, because they would have been owned by this storm. It didn't look too bad out. Keep in mind, today is water day. Here is a picture taken at exactly 11 AM:


Looks worse in the picture. I took these pictures just in case it did storm later. Two minutes later, the first sprinkles came. I was 3 seconds from going inside when I heard them. This next picture, taken less than 6 minutes after the above picture, should show you just how fast it can turn ugly out here. Taken at 11:06 to the north (actually, two, taken within a minute):

It continued like this for over 40 minutes, getting worse at times but not letting up much. The last picture I have showing the rain is 11:40, and it was still raining hard. Even after it stopped raining such apocalyptic shards of water, it still sprinkled until about 11:56.

Below is an eerie picture I took out of the window of the truck after getting a load of water, at 11:27 AM.

Notice how creepy it is? Well, I do. It's all foggy, and fog is rare out here. Steam is common. Hehehe. Not really.

Below is a picture of TW's (when there's trouble you call TW!) street, flooding. I did not have a chance to photograph the opposite side of the wash. It was much worse. Picture taken at 11:28 AM:

Pretty. At least I think so. See the blacktop all over? Strange. Speaking of strange, poor TW lost 10 and a half bags of concrete to the weather. I was being rained on. People would back up 5 times just to hit a puddle just right and splash someone. It was hierarchy at its worst. Hierarchy means chaos... right?

People were walking on the side of the road aimlessly, mumbling random nothings. The mad old hermit, Tom Carson, who lives in the house next to the well, was hoeing his yard. That mad old hermit. Hoeing his yard in the middle of a storm. What's next? Hoeing random passerby when it's not storming? I had to put a stop to this.

I approached his fence, but he didn't see me. His dog did. His dog was going crazy, and some strange creature was drowning. It was crying in a weird fashion. I tried to locate it, but when you approach creatures like that, they silence themselves. A natural, suicidal reflex, no doubt.

The Brenshaw's dogs were also going crazy. They keep them locked up next to the goats they so recently acquired. The goats are pretty young, and I have been taking pictures of them every 2 weeks to chart their growth. Here is a picture of TW's yard, taken to the east, at 11:33 AM.

I like it. And one to the west, also at 11:33 AM:


Doesn't it look simply pernicious? After this, I went to get another load of water. On the way there, someone was driving out of the well. All of a sudden, a tire flew from their trailer and made its merry way down the road. It was freaky. Their trailer tires were all almost-flat and stuff. Apparently, they did not correctly fasten their spare... apparently. And apparently, they do not air up their tires... apparently. On the way home, I took some photos- the street was flooding. Oh boy! Taken at 11:56 AM:

Any guesses on how many gallons there are? A million? Two million? Three trillion?! I decided I wanted to get a better look at the bigger puddle, about 30 yards further down the road. Taken at 11:59 AM:


Cool! Right? Right. And here is what I wanted a picture of. It did not disappoint in its splendor:

Glory! However, in my overzealousness, I failed to realize that I drove into the middle of a flooded road. Below is a picture, also taken at 11:59 AM, showing how deep the tires are in (8"-10"):

Yikes. Did I escape? Yes! Easily! I am the Dracula, born of the dead! The bad news? So did two of our dogs! Drat!

I had left the gate open as I took the pictures of the wash feeding the flooding street. Daisy and Tessa were out. Daisy, as I came back, took off running. Tessa followed, running really, really, stupid fast. Wow. I just watched as she barreled down on Daisy like a bullet. I have never seen any animal run that stupidly fast.

I noticed they were heading east and then they were going to round the corner to go north. I had to beat them to the side gate, where I would let them in! Simple, easy solution. I was going to go through our wash, but alas, I was foiled, as the path we can drive through:


Is blocked. Also the rest of the wash was running:

(Ignore the Windows Picture and Fax Viewer and remnants of this picture, please, and also that this is linking to it, please)
Pretty cool, right? This goes to feed the wash running along the street, where TW's street was flooding. That there is our pipe, through which the water flows to mosey on down the wash to the street.

Anyway, I opened the side gate, and Tessa came in. Daisy has this thing where she runs from people. She thinks it's a game. Tessa is very respectful of humans. That made it easy. I dropped the water, then proceeded to chasing Daisy down. I stopped (on the road, which is somewhat allowed out here, especially if catching a dog) and about 2 minutes later I captured her.

I finally squatted down, and that let her, I don't know, think she could surrender peacefully. She came cowering over to me. I wasn't angry at her. I carried her back to the truck and got a load of water. While I was there, I met a toad, or frog, whichever, named Harky!

Me and Harky grew to be dear, dear friends during that 2 minutes I spent photographing him. He was hanging around the well where baby toads can easily be captured by evil 5-year-olds. I chased him for a bit taking pictures, then showed him the beautiful puddle of water where he could swim freely, foruntilthepuddledriesup! I liked the one where he looks like he's turning into an agent.


That's really about it. Oh, also, Tiger escaped during the chaos. I luckily happened to be nearby and caught him just as he started running. He could not cross the wash, and that made it simple. To remedy this escape route, I blocked the screen door.

Simply a board hiding the hole. If they can't see it, they can't escape through it!


Now it is bright and sunny. What a twisted web we weave.

[1,000 gal us, 500 TW]

Monday, July 16th: Thunderstorm: 'Muffin Storm'

It all started late afternoon, about 5 PM. I had decided to make a batch of muffins. Pumpkin muffins. I'll share the recipe soon. For some reason, I forgot to halve or third the recipe, so I made like 20 of them. Halfway through making them, I realized there was a storm blowing in from the south! That is...south to north.

This picture was taken at 5:21 PM, to the south-southeast. This is indicative of a storm blowing in, for sure.


Pretty. At least I think so. By the way, I am calling this storm the 'Muffin' storm. The last one, if you forgot, was the 'Kitten' storm.

Next, our local mountain, we call it "stuck-up peak." That mountain thinks it's better than us- towering over us like it's so great. It gossips about us to its other tall, tall, huge, beautiful mountain pals as they collectively open up cans of Mountweiser Cristle. Curse it, and it's friends! Well, not it's friends. They're cool, I guess. It's mainly just stuck-up peak. Picture taken at 5:49 PM, below. South.

Can you see it? There's a very, very faint outline of a mountain above the visible mountain. At this point, I was going back inside and finishing the Muffins. When the clouds advanced, below, taken at 6:00 PM. South.

Take that, you foul, evil mountain! The closer mountains aren't that high, so they don't act like they're the Queen's dress. One of them has a mining crew working on it, though. That's a mountain's plastic surgery. They're probably burying some ages-old, demonic monstrosity! Oh, no! I wonder when and if it will break free? These things typically go for hundreds of years, so that no one remembers they're there (and thus do not know how to destroy them), but...that's just in the movies; this is real life!


Meanwhile, this is what it looked like to the immediate west. That is, west and up.

Nice and clear. It did not begin to really storm until later, right about the exact moment I could no longer take pictures. It didn't rain too terribly hard, and certainly, it was a far cry from the doomsday storm we had some years ago.

Here are some pictures of lightning. I finally surrendered, and just took video of the lightning, then lifted the frames from that. I mean, got really, really lucky, and got the lightning! Yeah, taken at 8:29 and 8:30. Let's say.


It rained off and on the rest of the night, with the lights flickering once or twice. It finally died down around 11 PM. I am going to make some salmon dip as, yesterday, we went to CostCo, and bought some smoked salmon. If it's good, I'll post the recipe, and make it for church someday. Those poor, poor, unsuspecting, churchgoing fools.

Friday, July 6: Thunderstorm

Sorry, this is a few days late. Correct date would be July 6th. Welcome the "YES" tag, for when I score a certain victory, am vindicated, win the lottery, or something I really approve of happens. You know how my tags go; sometime there'll be a "NO" tag. Actually, "Dammit" probably does it.

Last Friday, we brought home the kittens, Lyndon (after the President, I don't know yet why I chose it) and Popo. We're not sure if we'll spell it Poepoe, or Popoe, or just Popo. I like Popoe more- sounds less stupid.

Anyway, onto the point of this post. We had the first rain in, according to FOX 10 News, 74 days! Yay!!!



It was a thunderstorm. It moved it very quickly once it got started, and darkened the sky. Below is the first picture, taken right around 6:20 PM, looking directly east...you know, the side of the sky the sun rises from, dude.

Here the storm is just making its way over to us- I had just noticed it. It is picking up speed and getting fuller. Below is another picture, taken at 6:35 or so PM facing south-west.

If you can't grasp directions, north is "forward," west is left, east is right, and south is "backwards." That means...oh, if you can't grasp it, you're too stupid. MORON!

As you can see, it has a likeness to Death Mountain from the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of time. Great, right? I'll take a picture of that mountain some day. It's basically a rather large mountain with a ring of menacingly dark, harrowing clouds winding around it. Get it? Winding? Cloud humor! Laugh, man!

By the way, if you haven't figured it out, the pictures are much bigger when you open them up in another window. They are much easier to see that way, as well. Oh, but look at me, carrying on like a school girl.

It's clear that it isn't as bad to the west as it is the east. So the storm was blowing in from New Mexico or some such. Taken directly after this, likely the same minute, is this photo below of a dust storm forming! I like dust storms! One of two things I like about summer. One, winter is soon. Two, dust storms.

So, we called my Dad and warned him. He got to covering things up. Good too, because it did hit. Below is a photo taken at our gate, facing directly west at the sun. I was right, and the picture did look pretty. My Mom didn't think it would. Not that she is any expert, like I are.


Yes, I think that pointy cloud is the Death Mountain cloud again (now it looks roughly like a hookshot). I like this picture. Anyway, once we got most of the food inside (we got stuff to make gumbo, broccoli casserole, chicken casserole, and coconut chicken- not necessarily all at the same time, recipes sometime), the dust hit.

It hit hard. The air filled with it- it being dust. It had sand in it as well, apparently, because it hurt my eyes. It was thick. One of the thickest dust storms we've had; it didn't last long, however. Maybe 5 minutes. It was so terrible, I did not take pictures. I will when we have the new camera. Below is a picture of the sky at 7:15 to 7:25 PM. Not sure. Anyway, it is juuust about to rain.


I could post pictures of "blurry lights"- or drops of rain, but that is not a feast for the eyes, or a low blow to purpose. So I won't. It began raining shortly after this, and rained until 7:45, I think. It probably sprinkled throughout the night. Below is the highlight!

See? I actually got a shot of lightning! Isn't that awesome? Here is a closeup, in which I messed with the contrast/brightness levels:

Hah! Take that, Napoleon! My Dad thought it was hopeless. "Kev, you'll never get a picture of a lightning bolt! Those things are faster than your slothlike reflexes! Give up! Loser! Poser! Idiot!" the next thing he hears, "I got it!" followed by "IN YOUR FACE! HAH! WHO'S THE LIBERAL NOW, LIBERAL?! OH, WE SHOULD JUST CALL YOU LIBBY FROM NOW ON!"

The three bolts flashed for a second or so. The average start of the monsoon is July 7th. I will catalog every storm we have this year, both on-blog and on-computer. I will then make a post with this years storms, with links, with some storms nicknamed or named. Anyway, time to go. It is 9:47 PM on July 9th.

The kittens both are in my room. I soon call them, will, "furry alarm clocks." Shudderingly.

Kev Isn't Blogging As Much (A Generic Update Post)

Yes, instead, I have been helping my horrific shyness. The way I've been doing this is posting on a message board. It's getting easier, and I'm helping noobs. Everyone wins! I've been thinking of adding to my sig, "Saved by the Bell Lamb." The board I am on happens to have a few Christians on it, which I've NEVER seen in any board before. It's a pokemon board. Lol.

It's really great therapy. My hope is I'll one day by this be able to step foot into a game shop. Maybe not. Maybe so. Maybe I'll just go on a murderous rampage. Mwahaha. It sure does help my thought processes though, having to type real fast, consider if the topic is moot at this point or not, or my response has already been answered. Oh well.



Last Wednesday, I went and got water. As I said, me and my Dad went and got water last Sunday. So I only had to get two loads for us! And one load for the Thirsty Wolf. The first load, though, I uh...well, the pump wouldn't shut off. It let me enter my code twice, and wel (we'll get that typo in editing, like men!), there you have it. It spilled over 300 gallons lol, it was hilarious. I was looking for a shut off valve, then I finally thought "huh, maybe if I just turn the key off..." and there you have it. It turned off, I was so relieved.

Then when I got our second load, I actually thought we'd need 500 more, but instead we have a 400 gallon surplus! Yay! What a great surprise!



For dinner last night, we had hamburgers. I had cooks' block today, as well, sometimes I just don't have the inspiration to cook. Pizza sounds good to me, as I'm making steak, and I don't enjoy steak. Or porkchops. That's strange, cause I love diced pork, and I love hamburger/roast, but not the "steak" kinds of them. Maybe I'm a vejitareean.


Also I had another snake dream. The one with the snakes we tried to catch to eat.



I'm being haunted by this thing of going to Israel next year. We believe the guy who told me that is a conman of some sort, but we're not sure. I definitely don't want to disobey God, but at the same time, I don't want to proobey him, either. If you know what I mean. I'll make a post about this when I'm in the mood to, under the guise of a TA update.


Speaking of which, I've been tiiired lately. I have been passing out halfway through Walker. I just go, "man, I'm way too tired, this isn't worth it to not just go to sleep." I feel a little depressed now that I think about it. Hmm. I'll think on that sometime.


And I guess that's about it. Oh! It also was stormy lately. And it rained lightly once! And the lights flickered during a particularly bad wind storm.


The only thing I like about the summer is when the dust storms come. Giant walls of dust, blowing hot air on you, along with dirt and debris. Something about it is just awesome. Like standing in front of an oven and rubbing sandpaper on yourself.










Jayme, Dan and Ness are standing on the top of a hill, looking out on the landscape.

Jayme (audible thoughts):
"As I looked upon the forest below, my eyes were drawn to Nessa's sideblade, attached, in a manner somehow qualifying as gracefully, to her thigh. Some day I would have to find out how that is.

But then something came over me. I had this sudden urge. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I knew it wasn't good. I took a step back, then reached out, and shoved Ness down the hill. In hindsight, I thought she would stop tumbling sooner."


Dan:
"Oh man! What'd you do!"

Jayme:
"I dunno! I just pushed her!"
Dan:
"Dude! She's gonna be PISSED! Eight year olds do stuff like that, not you!"
Jayme (overlapping Dan's talking):
"What am I gonna do wha-am I gonna do!?"
Dan:
"Ohjajy okay jump down the hill too, she'll have empathy on you!"

Jayme (audible thought, while looking at Dan, trying to decide it if was a good idea):
"Once more, in hindsight, Dan's idea might not of been the best one. The best idea would have been to not push Ness in the first place. Surely she had caught herself by now, and would be... annoyed at best. I figured, it was stupid to push her, it must require a stupid solution. So I jumped down the hill. I rolled faster than she did, or at least I think I did. I wasn't sure what was broken, but I knew I hit something pointy and cactus-like, and I was bleeding from somewhere..."

Kevinsky's Brother's Birthday

So, I made a chocolate cake with brown sugar buttercream frosting. I cut the words "Happy Birthday Mattsky" out of a piece of paper, then put the stencil on the cake and, since the frosting was whitish, sprinkled cocoa powder over it, effectively leaving a beautiful imprint on the cake. If it was dark frosting, I'd'a used powdered sugar. Picture at left.

He got a desk (a nice one), Super Paper Mario (I even let him take the Wii to his room, the fool!), some other things, a pack of 20 scissors. Other things. Something else.



Not much to mention. We did a hilarious series of photos, where I was in the background in almost every shot waving all happy, taking the attention off my brother, Mattsky. I didn't realize I was so in the picture, I thought I wouldn't take the attention off him. Glad he doesn't care about things like that.


I was in a really, really good mood today. I was enjoying blogging (I made several drafts), and I wondered why. Naturally I set out to find the cause, lest I turn on myself like a steel trap. SWAP! and I'll never get out, as they say. Then I got bored of trying to find the cause and picked up the DS Lite. Then it hit me! There was a birthday party yesterday!...no, no actually, it WAS the DS Lite. I have been unable to enjoy games to their full extent lately...hold on, I'm going to play NSMB for a bit! HAHAA SUCKERS


But yeah, so I was all happy, it even rained pretty good! Yes sir, things were looking up, up, up!


Then my parents got home! Owned!



Oh well though. Not every day can be great. I mean, it wasn't like any normal 'parents got home fun ruining advent.' This was a super 'parents got home fun ruining advent.' Pretty crappy end to a great day. Strange though, just as I was so happy that I could finally game again, I got dropped down fastlike.


You know what they say, you're more easily conned by the guy in white with a pinstripe tie.

That snappy-dressing jerk. Goodnight, I am really tired. For twice.

Animals and Trouble

Edited and updated, April 22nd, 2007, 9:30 PM.



Well, it all started two days ago, when we got back from, most likely, a day of hardcore, rockstar-style partying. We're just bad like that. ...maybe.

Aaand, there was a cow in the turkey pen.

A cow in the turkey pen is like...

A car in a convenience store.





A storm cloud on the moon. Picture at right.




Or an axe murderer locked in a highschool or college with a group of teenagers.

Some daisies. On fire.

A 3-y/o girl (loosely) holding the leash of a 200 pound Rottweiler, looking the other way, and you're a mailman.





Anyways, again, I saw the cow in the turkey pen, now that you understand the severity of that. The turkeys had escaped. Not only that, but the cows were taking advantage of some unguarded turkey food. Between two cows they ate about 38 pounds of feed. They are starting to gobble, but nothing serious.

Soo, I then saw the turkey. I'll do you a favor, I won't describe it for you. Let's just put it this way: It was alone, for hours, with five dogs. That font might make it look like fwe dogs, fwe isn't a word if I recall correctly. I meant 5. Five.

Now, to finish the picture your brain is painting, it was still alive.

We have three turkeys, they were all in this condition. So, I got the axe and a chopping block (cough2x6cough) and got to work. Well, I lost my courage. I found it today though-- I left it under my pillow, as always. Pff, shoulda looked there. Anyways, after we discovered that was too bloody (did you know that blood can coagulate at 300 miles per hour?). We got the gun, and went on a scavenger hunt. There was a turkey hiding for all it was worth in a pile of tarp. It...was better than TurkeyOne.

I drug TurkeyTwo out of the tarp, then she stood up, and I blindfolded her, then lit a cigarette for her. Just so you know, I mean, so you're better informed, turkeys do not have lips, and can't smoke too well. She tried.

Anyways, I shot her against a stack of hay, then my mom found the other one collapsed in a heap in a small tunnel.


Is it true that you get 25 years in prison for having a silencer on a handgun? Just curious. I wouldn't know where to get a silencer, and definitely did not make one out of PVC and jello. And nail polish brush ends.


I drug it out, and talked down on it a bit (it was always comforted by me talking about how it's better dead to us than alive), and then shot it. So that was over. Well, we buried them. Three feet down. Then it was over, and I went to sleep. Well, after sanitizing the phone. And taking a shower.

I was waiting for a phone call from my imprisoned father, and it never came.



I woke up the next day, and I feel like I got yelled at, but I think it was a dream. In which there was a scorpion on a broom...I need to like, study the art of dreaming.

Remind me to work the word 'totally' into conversations more...you know, not like "Totally!!!!1111lololol" but more Goombella's type of usage. Anyways, I discovered that the phone had no tone. So that's why the phonecall never came. Anyways, on and on, then I fixed the cows' ability to get into the turkey pen. For an hour. They broke through that evening. They really like that turkey food.


So today a dude showed up from Qwest, and fixed the phone. It was a burnt cord. I think.




The Kevpire Strikes Back is one of my favorite phrases. Kevpire. It just works...so I went out for a second round on that turkey pen, this time with a hammer clip. Awww-yeah. And a nail pouch. Oh, and a hammer! And for some reason, a chisel. I have weird tastes.

I got two 4-foot 4x6 posts, and buried them about 1.5 feet in the ground. That should hold the plywood up. Only thing is, a cow slipped by, and escaped. Then another cow jumped over their corral fence. So I let the last one out (it was running around like a scared horny-toad), and they all had fun chasing the dogs. They loves them some dog chasing.

So I got five 12-foot 2x4's and put them along the top of their corral, along with some 8-footers. The posts, railrood ties, are 6 foot high. There were 2x4 rails up to 3.7 feet, and now they're up to about 5 feet. No jumping over that. I also reinforced all the other rails. And I put plywood and pallets in the turkey pen. But the challenge now is getting the cows back into the corral.

This all started about 9:45 AM, and ended about, oh, 1:15 PM. I am hungry. The cows really confounded me. I got two in, 13 and Black, but Brown eluded me long enough for the other two to escape. They choose freedom in the stead of grain...anyways, I let them cool down a while whilst me and Napoleon brain-stormed a strategy. He may be short, but you know what they say: The shorter you are, the harder you fall.


So I said a prayer, and then I came up with the idea of using the Truck (1989 Ford F150) to extend their gate. So they had a 22 foot gate to deal with, instead of the 6 foot gate, and there was no getting around that. Because, well, I had a 10-foot pitchfork and time to react.

They're all back in now, it was raining for the last hour of the work. I am still cold, and it has been two hours. I am shivering, in fact. It was raining gooed.

I think the Truck appreciated the rain. Less turkeys means less feeding. Goodness, I do so hope that I don't accidentally forget to lock the Chicken pen. Oh me, oh my. That would be 'horrible'.

Did I lock it yesterday? Omeomi.

Making slight progress on backstory of TA. I must scribble a timeline on my wall. make a timeline in-general.


Song of the day is Phenomenon. By TobyMac. I think I'm gonna rip all the CDs to my laptop tonight, then make a sort of playlist tomorrow. I'll get to hear The Slam right after What If...


You know what I like? I like the idea of 700 MBs of a game on a CD. It's just so ...uhh...well, I like Red Alert 2, alright? And that doesn't mean I'm gay!


DOO-DOO DOO-DOO DOO-DOO DOO-DOO! OH MY GOSH SPACE PIRATES! RUN LIKE YOU'RE A DISEASE-RIDDEN, LEGLESS ZOMBIE!


...do the Bad-guy Bunga!
yeah!