Oh, my stars and garters!

Toot toot!

I came home swaying  from a long post-work drinking session to find all my leftover soup had been disappeared. Well, fuck, I foolishly hadn't eaten in nine hours and was starving. Instead of collapsing on the floor in a soggy heap, I marinated some fish and made cracked-pepper-and-dill carrots and couscous. Basic but delicious. If you can make a better meal than I just did under the circumstances, I'd love to try it.

Come on, supervolcano!

Burn us clean of our sins with your awesome spout of superheated extruded magma.

This'll cheer you up.

My friend Dan told me this tonight:

Did you hear about the antennae's wedding? The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.

I had a pretty nice evening. I made tortilla soup, drank wine, chatted with Wain, played with my new Magnaviewer, and started catching up on some mail. Of course all this happened through a prism of blinding rage and helpless despair, but I suppose it beat my first impulse: slamming myself over the head repeatedly with the top of the toilet tank.

Covering my ass for the years to come:

I heart the U.S.A.! Whoo hoo! God smiles on me cuz I hate gays and support the war! If He meant for liberals and minorities to vote He'd've blessed them with the money to buy houses in precincts with adequate voting equipment! Yow! America's my country, right or wrong! Love it or leave it, you sore-loser pansy nuanced freedom-haters! Whoo hoo! Oh, I wish I was in the land of cot-ton.....

(Bitter? A little. Disgusted? Thoroughly. Supposedly it's not over yet. Whatever. The fact is that at least half the country thinks what's been happening lately is at the very least A-OK, and a lot of those people think it hasn't gone far enough. No matter the outcome, I feel sick.)

Trip diary, third leg

We stopped at the Big Boy for cheap breakfast on the way out of Louisville, then headed south to Mammoth Cave National Park.

We got there around midday and bought tickets for the basic tour. We lucked out beyond belief; Eric and I were the only two people who showed up for it, so we got our own personal tour from a National Park Service ranger. This guy was great; funny, enthusiastic, and thrilled to have such a tiny group. Because there were only two of us and we are fast walkers, he was able to take us way beyond the normal tour to see stuff like the TB santiarium that had been down there in the 1800s.

Speaking of precious innocent adorable little kittens...

I try to keep the cute-kitten posts to a minimum, I really do. But I have to tell you this anyway.

Peep, the little kitty, really likes to lick the big kitty's butthole. I don't know why, but she makes a beeline for it every chance she gets and starts chowing down.

Stinky, the big cat, doesn't care for that very much at all, so when she starts in, he runs like hell.

Peep follows as best she can, but her legs are considerably shorter.

This means at least once a day I get treated to the sight of the big cat racing around the house with the little cat, her face buried firmly in his anus, stumbling and gallumphing behind. It's so cute!

Clarification

Roone bought $300 boots, not me.

Roone wants to kill a precious innocent adorable little kitten, not me.

I apologize for any confusion these posts may have caused.

Trip diary, second leg

Louisville is pretty cool. I already wrote some about it, so I'll cut the shit and get to the pictures:

This is at Cave Hill Cemetery, where Colonel Sanders is buried. They were about to close the gates, so we didn't have time to pay our respects.

Trip diary, first leg

The drive through Texas is not worth mentioning, except that we had good cherry limeades in Denison.

This is about all we saw of Oklahoma, except for the sad little store with a sign promising "Groceries Videos Balloons Tanning" and a number of flea markets selling "REBEL GEAR!!!!" It rained like a bastard the whole way through Oklahoma, from Durant to just outside Fort Smith, Arkansas.

Eric: "What is this place? The Shit Belt?"

Pout

I'm trying to put together a post and photo essay thingy about my trip, but I have to do work. At work. (Stamps foot: This is bullshit, man!) So it's taking a while.