Some shots of the tree in my yard. Now the mowing of all the leaves last fall is justified.

I went to the Rattlesnake Roundup in Whigham on Saturday. It was awesome. Not only did I get to see lots of Eastern Diamondback Rattlers.

They would bring them around so everyone could see the snakes. All of the little kids and those who were scared would shy away from the fence. It was loads of fun.

I also got to see them being milked. It was very interesting. As the guy would pick them up, put them on a foam mat. Then squish their heads into the foam and pick them up by the head. He’d then walk over to and they would open their mouths to bite. The wrangler would clamp them onto the funnel and squeeze them by the head, thus milking them.

Of course no trip to Rattlesnake Roundup is complete without getting some fried rattlesnake, only $5! It was a little like frog, or the white meat from duck. I believe it would be tasty broiled; the meat would fall off of the bones and overall it would be easier to eat. If I’m still in Florgia next year I’m so going back.

The anarchist in me stirs. It says rise up and destroy Big Brother. Thinking about building me one of these bad boys. But I hear it has consequences.

The RFID-Zapper might cause you to feel armed against companies or governments trying to compromise your privacy. You might even experience euphoria, especially when destroying RFID-Tags. This could lead to dangerous behavior, like speaking your mind, using freedom of speech, fighting for your rights, all of which are bound to ultimately lead to the communist world revolution

I was going to tell you all about Rattlesnake Roundup, but the images aren’t uploading and they are really half the fun, so it’ll have to wait.

Anyway, relationships are funny things. Communication is very important in any relationship. Take MF Chris & Carli for example. I believe there has been a communication breakdown. Chris did not express the amount of his displeasure last week nor his belief that they had broken up; Carli believed it was just another fight.

Being a friend of both I listened to both sides of it and recognized the communication breakdown. When Carli called last night I told her what Chris had said to me. I did not tell her everything he said, but just the belief that they were broken up, as there were many other not so pretty things said. Carli got super quiet and then excused herself and hung up.

Now, I usually have this rule about not getting in the middle of relationships or fights or anything of that nature, but this seemed to me to be faulty communication and easily resolved (at least they would both know what page the other person was on). Today I feel a little guilty and hope that there wasn’t a huge fight or something. I should follow the rules I put in place for myself.

Last weekend I chopped down a bit of the plant life in my yard. So instead of looking like this:The huge bush looks more like this:
I believe that it looks much better and I can now get into my car. This is awesome. As before I had to beat back parts of the bush to gain access to Sarah and let me tell you that bush is not all soft and cuddly.

Across the street neighbor’s house got fixed up. It isn’t all falling down anymore. I think it looks much better, now if they could just fix up the foundation.

Chad painted his house and put it on the market. He and his wife and kids moved in early December, I really haven’t been paying attention, shame on me. I saw him yesterday poking around his house and complained that he painted it yellow. I was the one with the yellow house on the block dang it. He told me that it was suppose to be peach, but apparently the paint was not a peach color. That’s cool though. I think it looks good and can’t wait to see who ponies up the money for it.

Remember how I said they were going to move a house to the empty lot on my block? Well, they finally did. I came back from Christmas and found it sitting there. They are still working on it–the whole block was a regular worksite for about a week or so, what with all the fixing up going on. I don’t know how much they are asking for it, but watching the progress is great. I’ll take another shot when the roof is finished and the front porch is built and the windows are replaced. You know when it doesn’t look all busted out.

Have not seen Irish Pet about the house since Tuesday morning. I have, however, since her on campus so I know that she isn’t dead.

Was asked to help out on university projects in the future with my web-design/graphic design abilities. I said sure, if I am able to contribute something I would be pleased to do so.

Strange Dreams:
Last night I dreamt I was in Switzerland. I was in a small car attempting to cross a bridge. The bridge was flooding and we had to turn back. Then I ran into actually three different people from high school including the two that I actually saw around Thanksgiving and then Trina. I ended up in an incense store in the back of this cafe. It was very odd.

Monday night I dreamt that I was in Vegas with my aunt. We were there for a wedding. After the wedding, but before going out we decided to get some food. It turns out that it was cheaper to go off the stripe–which lead directly into Thomasville. We ate chili dogs from Billiard’s Academy in the back of some store. It was weird.

AND I’m not EVEN eating cheese before bed!

Last night I went to the Fortress of Solitude to enjoy tasty pizza, beer, & a fine film. We started Hustle & Flow and about 8 minutes into it both Carli & I said, um…can we turn on the subtitles? That’s right people I couldn’t understand the actors. Why? Because I have an incredibly hard time understanding Southern Mumble. That’s just the way it goes.

The movie is totally awesome. I’ve learned a lot about pimpin & hookin. See man, you can’t work at the club because you have a problem with equilibrium. That’s why you’re sittin in this car. Also that Memphis isn’t all happy rockabilly folks like the airport makes it out to be. It is almost Detroit in nature–people get shot!

Anyway, at work trying to be happy & productive, but really…I don’t care. I smell, I need a bit more sleep, & the hives are flaring up.

Time: it is a funny thing.

My concerns about Irish Pet & Bear & the whole situation are completely shadowed by today’s new of course. This news does not directly affect me, but put things in perspective. The news is really about Bear and quite frankly I don’t think I should share.

But things are fine between myself & Bear and I’ve had a talk with Irish Pet. House rules have been set down and we both know that it is not a permanent living situation.

1. I should not make decisions when drinking.

2. Perhaps forethought is a good idea.

3. I am cleaner than the average bear.

4. Tragically not everyone is as socially responsible as I am.

What’s this list all about? Well last weekend really. Carli came to visit. We planned a mighty celebration including fantastic bowling and copious drinking. We even chose to be responsible and save the copious part till we were in Gretchen. However it turned into an episode of the OC.

Our bowling trip was motivated not only by our desire to call MF Chris Jesus and pretend to be John Goodman (you want a toe, I can get you a toe!), but also the fact that I knew Bear was going bowling on his date. It was just like in Sex & the City.

Carli did a cruise by Bear’s pool table to check out the date. I did not ask her to do this. Bear, of course, recognized her and followed her back over to say hello. Greetings were exchanged and promising of our lane, because the 5 year old quota was freaking us out. At 8:30 every 5 year-old in town showed up at the Rose Bowl. Yes, that’s the name of the bowling alley. Anyway, we finished out pitcher of beer and vacated by 9:15ish. Carli, of course, beat Chris & I hardly. She has bowling in her genes, while I just have mild alcoholism.

We stopped by Bank of America for some cash. I tried to just smack it out of my hoes, but Chris insisted on the bank. We drove by Beef’s and I said, oh crap…we have to get beer there. Craig was working. So we went in for a few beers or beer-like substance B to the E for them; Newcastle for me–and trivia. I ruled at trivia. Go random knowledge of indie rock! Beef’s shut down and I was feeling like we should go. So we did.

Back at Gretchen: House Pet was on her way out with the Kenyans. We decided to crack open the whiskey. Somehow House Pet showed back up after about 30 minutes, saying that she’d be leaving anytime. We said, okay join the Trivial Pursuit game. Midnight came. Slap ass was played. Trivial Pursuit abandoned. Bear rang and persuaded to get out of bed and come over.

Somehow House Pet misplaced her shirt and was walking around in a bra & puffy vest -very Seinfield-esque – and hitting on everything. Only slightly inappropriate. Chris & Carli passed out around 3; Bear left; House Pet settled down.

Sunday: watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp, which was delightful; my father came to visit for a bit; House Pet went with the British Isle girls. I started reflecting and the list of discoveries were made, thanks in part to Lola.

Waiting for the fallout from Bear and setting down some rules about Gretchen.

Hello Peoples. I come to you for the front desk. That’s right. I’m blogging at work. Ha! There are all of four people in the library, all of them in the labs. So I’m not too concerned.

What have I been up to you wonder. Well, let me tell you. I read Eats, Shoots & Leaves and have thus been fretting over my grammar skills. Also I managed to see a doctor about my hives. They don’t know what is going on with me either, so that’s all sorts of fun.

Magically Carli is in town for the weekend. There is bowling and boardgames planned for tonight. I must dress all spiffy for the occasion. It should be lots of fun.

House Pet is not house-trained. I keep finding bits of fingernail and jam everywhere. How does one get jam everywhere like that? It’s like I’m living with a 9 year-old. I feel like I should like my thumb and clean her face, since it too is covered with jam.

My pa is coming tomorrow to drop off my diplomas. I am very excited. Yes I will be making kissy noises at them for at least 45 minutes.

Next step get a job that I love. MF Chris, why oh why won’t you hire me to do something?