Monday, July 10, 2006
best photo ever
..from KeesKennis.
It's been a rough month or so. Somewhat rocky for me since March 13th (financial), much worse for friends and acquaintances. A few weeks back one of my good friends lost a mid-20's unmarried employee that was mostly worth a damn. Seems he got a basketful of greenbacks ahead and bought himself one of the new crotch rockets. Lasted 20 whole minutes. Flat, right-hand curve. Air being parted rather rapidly. Tree wasn't part of the desired path. Boxed and buried. Not long after, a local couple did or did not (not too sure) loan their licensed teen son the car. Made it about 3-4 miles. Curve. Speeding. Tree. Boxed and buried. Then Rob went and took the dirt nap. Sumbich shouldn't oughta done that. Oughta been taken out and shot. I'd only been reading him for three years or so and will miss his presence as I have my pre-internet Robert Rourk and Lewis Grizzard. No, not the same. Just the same but different. In some ways Rob was better. Times, they change. "Society", it changes faster as the years accumulate. Fred Reed has a interesting column this week.
Well, I got to re-visit my new tick-spit allergy. A couple or thereabout weeks ago, woke up in the wee hours unable to breathe, nothing new, just thought I had the local Stephen King annual population under control. Forgot I'd gone visiting and didn't hose myself off properly after returning to the swamp. Rotated from the horizontal to the semi-vertical, headed to the lower right-hand drawer in the kitchen where the anti-snot pills are kept, then gulped a pair of those hideous side effect nightmares. Drowning in my own snot. As expected/feared/etc., the snot nausea required replacement before the effective time. Double dose. Actually a quad dose in my case and if you are ever unfortunate enough to drown without the mercy of cement boots (~3 minutes or so), you KNOW how much you want to breathe! ANYTHING! Worked. AIR! Lovely, blessed air. Of course one eye was randomly wandering around in it's socket (normal) and the other wouldn't even pretend to focus (also normal). Kinda shot down the round toit list as it stood for the day. Arms worked mostly, legs attached, might as well move a bunch of this crap (valued equipment, boxes of archived documentation, a.k.a., "crap") from point A to point B. Miscalculated a bit. Seems navigation through the concrete corridors requires visual queues, missed a turn, kinda. Wound up with my left thumb embedded in a material with very little resilience. Actually it wasn't embedded, just looked that way when I could get an eye to look at it in such a way the image could be processed. It was somewhat shorter. Nina, my beloved former (yes, not all dissolutions of marriages are hostile) wife would have called that a "Michael". Universal term for injuries incurred due to being "blessed" by the Y chromosome! At least it's a virgin broken part. I'd feel silly if I'd broken that piece before.
It's been a rough month or so. Somewhat rocky for me since March 13th (financial), much worse for friends and acquaintances. A few weeks back one of my good friends lost a mid-20's unmarried employee that was mostly worth a damn. Seems he got a basketful of greenbacks ahead and bought himself one of the new crotch rockets. Lasted 20 whole minutes. Flat, right-hand curve. Air being parted rather rapidly. Tree wasn't part of the desired path. Boxed and buried. Not long after, a local couple did or did not (not too sure) loan their licensed teen son the car. Made it about 3-4 miles. Curve. Speeding. Tree. Boxed and buried. Then Rob went and took the dirt nap. Sumbich shouldn't oughta done that. Oughta been taken out and shot. I'd only been reading him for three years or so and will miss his presence as I have my pre-internet Robert Rourk and Lewis Grizzard. No, not the same. Just the same but different. In some ways Rob was better. Times, they change. "Society", it changes faster as the years accumulate. Fred Reed has a interesting column this week.
Well, I got to re-visit my new tick-spit allergy. A couple or thereabout weeks ago, woke up in the wee hours unable to breathe, nothing new, just thought I had the local Stephen King annual population under control. Forgot I'd gone visiting and didn't hose myself off properly after returning to the swamp. Rotated from the horizontal to the semi-vertical, headed to the lower right-hand drawer in the kitchen where the anti-snot pills are kept, then gulped a pair of those hideous side effect nightmares. Drowning in my own snot. As expected/feared/etc., the snot nausea required replacement before the effective time. Double dose. Actually a quad dose in my case and if you are ever unfortunate enough to drown without the mercy of cement boots (~3 minutes or so), you KNOW how much you want to breathe! ANYTHING! Worked. AIR! Lovely, blessed air. Of course one eye was randomly wandering around in it's socket (normal) and the other wouldn't even pretend to focus (also normal). Kinda shot down the round toit list as it stood for the day. Arms worked mostly, legs attached, might as well move a bunch of this crap (valued equipment, boxes of archived documentation, a.k.a., "crap") from point A to point B. Miscalculated a bit. Seems navigation through the concrete corridors requires visual queues, missed a turn, kinda. Wound up with my left thumb embedded in a material with very little resilience. Actually it wasn't embedded, just looked that way when I could get an eye to look at it in such a way the image could be processed. It was somewhat shorter. Nina, my beloved former (yes, not all dissolutions of marriages are hostile) wife would have called that a "Michael". Universal term for injuries incurred due to being "blessed" by the Y chromosome! At least it's a virgin broken part. I'd feel silly if I'd broken that piece before.
