Hmpf. Working on a post in the vein of political/architectural/Turdwaffle slashfic, and it is just as appalling as you might think. Trying to balance the informational and rage aspects, and it’s hard to make it work out.
So meanwhile, took the orange creature to the dog park, she rolled through all the drainage ditches and now smells repellent, watched the Brewers lose (we have a baseball team? Who knew?) and then made a nifty little dinner of dead cow and garlic-onion mashies, while watching a Beastie Boys retrospective on VH1.
So now, I have a good chunk of a jug of Sailor Jerry’s, and a bunch of crappy horror movies queued up on the DumbScreen. First up is Eight Legged Freaks, which Wife Sublime won’t even sit in the same room; and then, maybe, the remake of Don’t Be Afraid Of The Dark, depending on what I can find for zombie fare.
And just thinking about gravel roof ballast….
PS. Watching a scene where what-his-name that is married to Courtney Cox was getting a straight razor shave, and thinking about my last haircut; McKenzie does a straight razor trim on my neck, and it is AWESOME. And then the movie goes straight into a scene where a blond rockhead gets tased in the nuts, and then from there, right THE HELL INTO MONSTER SPIDERS EATING MOTOCROSS BIKE KIDS. Crappy horror movies are so great.