Everybody has their own doom.

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I put so much effort into the 7/21 strip, that I’ve held up the 7/23 one.

Now my hand is cramped.

For the record, I don’t keep the shop-vac that close to the basement door, and I’d never leave the radio plugged in on the stairs. I could kill someone with that, and at the moment there’s no one I want to kill in the vicinity of my basement stairs.

I’ve said too much.

Humans use any excuse for a party.

20040601And my main issue is that if Memorial Day is a somber day to reflect on those lost in battle, why do radio stations use it to kick off Summer Partytime(tm)? I don’t mind the music, I’d probably send my radio off to be shot if every station played nothing but God Bless the USA and Goodnight Saigon all day, but really, smoking up the yard with the barbecue while blasting Rump Shaker doesn’t strike me as a proper way to memorialize people.

So of course I took the long weekend to work on my project of arranging rocks over the sinkhole waiting to happen in my yard. While listening to the radio.

Maybe this one didn’t need an explanation.

Hey you, at least pick up after yourselves!

20040528This really happened.

I didn’t actually go yelling out the window after them as my experience with yelling at cats and raccoons engaging in the same type of behavior has taught me that it rarely has any effect.

I have made a note to adjust my motion-detecting light to take in the area by the tree.  You know, so they can see if they’ve dropped anything.

Hey kids! The number of panes of glass changed from 9 to a more realistic 6!

Never go out in the sun before 3PM. If all the world learned this, I would be a happier placemat.

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I have a thing where, if I go out in the sun much, I sort of get really ill. It’s entertaining at first, but then I turn into a nasty drunk and it’s just not worth it. I’m pretty sure this condition has an official name, but I prefer my four-letter description of it much better.

The heavy snow this past Winter was not kind to my really big shrubbery in the front of my house, it pretty much died. It is growing back now, however, but all the dead branches didn’t look so good. So I took a day to prune them.

And then I noticed my tree was dead and partly eaten by termites. This did not amuse me, and it is not good news to the birds and raccoons that like to use the tree for a meeting spot.