vituperation

November 4, 2002

It’s funny. After reading Ted Nugent’s book, I’m all ready to go hunting, maybe for ducks or deer. Except there’s one small problem: I have no desire at all to actually shoot an animal, unless I were planning to eat it.

Therein lies the rub. Someone, whose name may or may not be Robyn, around here has stated unequivocally that she won’t eat Bambimeat, and she looked less than thrilled at the idea of eating Daffy Duck. Rocky the Squirrel was out of the question, too.

Hell, I don’t want to kill just to kill. That wouldn’t be right. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not turning into an animal asshole or anything, I just don’t want to shoot for shooting’s sake. If it wouldn’t make me feel like a great big wuss, I’d go hunt a deer and take its picture.

I get just a little more lame each day, don’t I?

Speaking of things that are lame, go read this.

So sad. So very sad.

Is there anything else I can say?

A D R E T T:

Ratted. Rated. Rate. Tear. Read. Dear. Ear. Rat. Tar. Are. Dare. Tare. Trade. Tart. Dart. Drat. Art. Tad. Tat. Teat. Tea. Tread. Treat.

It’s called “Text Twist”, and it’s an insidious bastard of a game, because it’ll creep into your head and fill your every waking moment, ultimately making you insane (ins, sane, sin, sine, inn, inns, anise, nine, nines, inane).

Go try it, you’ll love it.

Since we got rid of the original big bubba gym and the antique dresser in our garage we decided to rearrange, to open things up a bit and make it less cramped. Check it out:

The Smith machine, some Amazon boxes for shipping stuff, and
parts of the chin bar and big bubba gym TV.

The AirDyne, one bench, and various other things.

The current big bubba gym, the second bench, shoes, and other whatnot.

The AirDyne, the bicep/tricep machine (where we hang our clothes
because it’s not being used this training cycle), and other stuff.

The TV, some bars, weight plates, step, and bench(es).

The thrills, they come a mile a minute in this entry, don’t they?

Finally, there were new kitties at the pet store today.

Calypso, Robyn’s new friend.

Fishbone. Friendly, yet feisty.

Mama Celeste, who just had kittens
and is all nipply.