Dirt Don't Hurt

I Roto-tilled the front yard today. I wonder if the dirt gets irritated. It's just sittin there minding it own goshdarn business, when.... BAM! Blades slice through it's skin and toss it's guts all over the place! When the dust clears, all that is left is a tragic brown landscape of what used to be a thriving lawn eco-system. Displaced worms and orphan dirt clods reel from the destruction of the TillMaster 9000. :(

Since Roto sounds like Robo, remember the first Robocop when the guy gets covered in Toxic Waste? Then the car comes through and.... gross.

The Cake concert was alot of fun last night. They basically sound the same live as on CD. They are certainly not shy about expressing their environmental views.....

It's National Nutty Fudge Day. Fut Nudge it, that sounds good.

Our Explorer has a low fuel warning. It didn't work this morning at 1:30 while driving down I-5. I knew I was low, but I was waiting for the warning so I could see how many miles I could get on the tank. It didn't even sputter, just died.

The good thing is that my Gaurdian Angel really likes Cake, so he was riding along with us. The car died at the exact last moment I could take the Woodburn exit. Somehow I had just the right amount of momentum to go up the ramp, run the red light, hang a rosco, coast to the next rosco, round two more corners and end up stopped right next to the Unleaded pump at a 24 hour gas station.

After the nice gentleman filled the car, he told me I needed to start riding a bicycle to save gas.

As we parted ways and I drove off into darkness leaving the fueling station in my rearview mirror, I couldn't stop thinking about something the Petroleum Insertion Specialist said to me....
"Well, you have enough gas now.."

Yes, service attendant, I do. I have enough gas now.... thank you

sleep deprived, out