Trailer Death

"Ah'm a gonna DOOO sumpthin'"
"Ahm makin' trailer trash!"
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two-
"FUUUCK YAHHHHH"
"Kids, I don't want to drive anyone to the hospital."
"I got eyes in the back of my head!"
Almost home
Biyatch
YUM!
The spoils

"MMMMMmm, wine."

My beer is empty...

I find it difficult to write when sober. I guess I'm in esteemed company. It's nearly April though, and it's been SNOWING. For two days, off and on.
I'm pissed.
Irritated, too. So let's consume some more beverages, shall we?
I work with this girl, this beautiful young woman named XXXXX. She's the sort of pale, dark-eyed woman you'd think would be named Sylvia or Persephone or Cleo, something a twenties flapper might adopt as a pseudonym.
Only twenty three or so, she's pure Lynden through and through.
Seriously, the most Xtian E-van-GEL-ical, Literal Interpretation, completely insane, missionary wannabe I've ever met. Her and her hubby, about whom I know nothing, other than the fact that he is studying the Koran, are traveling PERMANENTLY to an as-yet-to-be-determined 'Middle Eastern country' at the end of the summer (not kidding, they're still praying about it) in order to let some ignorant Arabs know that they've been talking to the wrong Gawd.
For real.
She's gonna go quickly from wanna-be to shortly-was.
I sooooo had to resist telling her I would never click on her beheading video.
I also had to resist suggesting that she and the hub might try thinking instead of praying.
I'm old enough to know that never, ever works with these puddin'-brains.
I am gonna buy her 'The Poisonwood Bible', though. She claims to read, at least one book anyway.
Ya know, the Olde Testamente doth say The Lord sent many plagues and many visitations by the Angel of Death. Jehovah allegedly loosed these ancient miseries upon a world of less than two million people.
I was on I-5 for an hour and a half and covered only 40 miles yesterday. I'd say we are fucking overdue for a god-damned plague. Let the sickness take the Canadian drivers and the missionaries first.

Earls of Suave

Ohhhhhh, helllll yeah.

Yaster

More flowers

I'm gonna do this.

Ah, good week

This one really weird sculpture in downtown Blaine. It's about teachers or something.
Ok, not really. That's an inside joke for Blaine-iacs. It's supposed to be a family waiting for their man to return to the sea, but it looks like a couple of creepy old ladies propositioning a schoolboy.

some eagle

So Mike arrived last Thurs., we went right off I-5 to Jules Mae's, it's been remodeled! The entire OK Hotel crowd hangs out there now, with the same damn clothes and hairstyles handed down to the next generation. Looks like Taylor's old crazy girl still lives down the street in our Georgetown house.
Today I got more good fodder for my fotoblog that it's become... ride to Blaine, yardwork, planting wildflowers and tomatoes, then a effin' great presentation and slideshow down at the library by a 57 year old yuppie dork for The Whatcom Association of Kayak Enthusiasts, (which is just FULL of 57 year old yuppie dorks...ew...) about a 700 nautical mile trip he took around Vancouver Island. Actually very educational and entertaining.
I joined WAKE when I went to see that kayak movie on Sunday, it was in this really cool venue down by Jerry Chambers Chevrolet.
"Melody Hall and The Second Story Theatre" is the name of this reclaimed "church" turned community center and celebration hall. Go Melody Hall!
The movie was great, by the way, even with the incredibly annoying whitey ska soundtrack.
If you like adventure documentaries, check this one out.


I'm going paddling in the AM, fishing for pictures, don't care if it's raining... Peace!

Ferndale pics

Sad day in Ferndale Saturday, I didn't hear about this until it was on the Seattle news (?) on Sunday, Grant's closed forever. I never actually ate there, I don't eat beef and I'm kind of afraid of hotdogs, but Russ and Lynda are very nice people who used to come to the Hilltop and eat MY burgers after a long day of selling their own. I was always quite flattered by their compliments. The march of progress has claimed another nostalgic eatery.







Dinner tonight at Ed and Tina's, got some good goat pics. They had a soirée for St Paddy's, The goats were totally cute and worked the camera. Sully got to meet some other Minnesota expatriates and a Guinness or two was had by all.

In honor of Elliot

Some great Bill Maher, with Dan Savage!

Spring, Sprang, Sprung

No, they didn't leave the keys, dammit.
Mount Sand, lots of stalled developments around here. Yay, mortgage crisis!
The driftwood monster celebrates St. Patty's
Fence,
Tree,
Treefence!

How many sick people could go to the doctor on this money?

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Still Get Shocked Sometimes

I'm a pretty cynical bastard, I'm the first to admit it. Deep down I'm still an idealistic romantic, I suppose that's what causes the cynicism in the first place. I always hope for the best from my fellow primates yet am hardly ever surprised by stupid, depraved behavior.
This one though, is a whole new, seriously, seriously fucked-up kind of batshit screaming crazy.
A twenty year old preacher microwaved his two-month old daughter, then had sex with his wife while in the interrogation room at the police station. His defense attorney's are arguing against the jury at his trial finding out about the sex thing, on the grounds it might ...prejudice... the... jury.
Wow. I'm in mouth-agape, pale-faced, slumped-against-the-wall awe. Sheer freaking awe.
PS: The defense also pleads insanity.
YA THINK???????????

Hey Khalid!

Proof of concept! Yes, I can ride it.

Boonie's Soul Food

Well, I pulled my second shift as an illegal alien last night. Getting across the border was so hard, I had two whole cars in front of me.
My former coworker got himself the concession space in a curling rink in suburban Vancouver.
My dog Boonie, from muthafuckin Oakland, CA, in the whitest possible venue in North America and they LOVE him. Those crackers never had such fine ribs, he smokes them himself right on site.
There was even a kid practicing Scotland the Brave on the bagpipes at the end of the matches. We fed aboot two hundred Canuckistanis in twenty minutes and all were quite happy with their roast chicken and penne Alfredo. At least they were too polite to complain if they weren't happy.
Tina, Boonie's better half, was under the weather and didn't want to pose for pics, but Sean, Ernest and little Nathaniel obliged. I had a fun evening, I sure hope to be working with him some more.

And a special message for his former employers, I wanna frame this one.

Garage sale fun

Most excellent ride just now, found my first garage sale this year!
For eight bucks, I got a new, working Hewlett Packard printer, a Cuisinart, (the original!!!! in mint condition!) for free and also for free, what appears to be some sort of bobblehead LBJ or Bennet Cerf... he'll serve well to reign in Homer's unsteadiness.