I hear you get to do that here.
Favorite diary d'jour; Eric Stetson's Ensoulment Syndrome: The Beautiful Madness of Giving a Damn Dude! How many XX's has yours got? And how do you feel about Resistol?
Most personally interesting diary d'jour (misspelled title and all), Venice Beach "Everyone is Disapearing" I gather from the context that the misspelling is sic, though. I spent a lot of years in those parts and found the discussion quite interesting.
Back to me, wonderful wonderful me! What did I do today? I mean, besides blog?
Not too fucking much. Gathered up more pecans. Talked to my dog. Went to the store. Discussed the Carlsbad Halloween murder with the Topix people some more. No, it wasn't on Halloween; yes, the Mayor moved Trick or Treat to Saturday to get it away from Holy Sunday; yes, that was bullshit; no, the guy who ran down the mom trick or treating with her kids wasn't likely unaware that it was trick or treat day moved to Saturday. Horrible story, but not really about Halloween. Halloween was serendipitous, as it turns out.
People like to say; don't drink and drive! And they are soooo....right. In this case, not at all clear the guy was drunk at the time. Just an outlaw. Suspended license, chronic speeder, and yes he did have some DUI's piled up.
I tell ya, peoples; there are times when I'd like to just outlaw cars, especially what with being a bicyclist & all.
Imagine if guns weighed two tons, and one could get inside them and drive them around.
Otherwise, it's winter, dudes. Even if not officially. Down in the 20's at night, my frost-resistant heirloom tomato plants finally bit it, my broccoli sprouts wilted and then came back to life, as is their wont, I swear the cole crops have vegetable antifreeze in them - how do they do that? Keep the swelling from the water freezing from breaking the cell walls? Maybe some kind of pores that let the moisture out first? I'd love to know the answer to that.
I'm starting to work on cleaning up and composting all the dead plants. And saving seeds for interested parties. My stupid hip/disc injury from 20 years ago acted up horribly for about a week, that slowed me down. I bought a heating pad; I can't remember what happened to the last one; I probably mucked it up. I should go find a new source for capsicum patches; Albertson's stopped carrying them.
But I am not any more crazy than usual, nor is the dog, and in fact he prefers this time of year, what with it lacking much in the way of Bad Noises, though he did kind of freak the other evening when they had their local light parade thing and set off fireworks, a few miles away.
Here I am in my kitchen and I hear this kind of banging noise, and I think oh well better go check that out, and walked to the door, and then heard loud frantic scratch. There was Casey, mighty worried. I think he thought about climbing over and jumping the fence briefly, and then changed his little doggie mind and asked for help; well how about that?
We've been through this before. I've been trying to get some messages across here;
a. It's okay if you're afraid of the Bad Noises.
b. It is totally not okay if you climb and jump the fence and run off.
c. It is infinitely okay if you ask Mom for help when you're feeling scared.
Once I get him under the bed, he's usually pretty good. Unless it really gets bad.
A friend suggested once that I should get a panic pen; i.e. a tranq pen thing. I might look into that, if we're still here next May, when it will start in again, assuming it ever rains here again, about which I'm not entirely certain.
Best to you all Kossacks, and thanks for being there.