Harvest
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Life in Texas
After keeping our fingers crossed long enough that they're nearly permanently bowed, the combines finally came around and harvested the wheat crop. This is the first time I've been home to catch it since I moved out here, although I missed it entirely. We got hailed on a few times, which is what was making us nervous - the last thing we needed was to have the first solid crop we've made in a couple years get taken out by some psychotic overachieving precipitation.

Unfortunately it wasn't quite as big a harvest as we'd hoped for. We're figuring that half of what we made is going to go to paying for the cutting, and the other half is going to nearly pay for the next crop to get planted. Doesn't exactly sound like a profitable venture to me. But we did manage to make some money on the Ponderosa place pasturing it out for sheep, so at least this wasn't a total bust. It still feels like we scratched off a lottery ticket and won a free ticket. 'Congratulations - you get to try again!'

So now we've got 5 head of cattle out there among the headless hay and we're hoping to get another dozen or so in the next couple weeks. Buying beef always seems to turn a profit, at least for now.

Avoid at all costs
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Brain candy
I caught the pilot bit for 12 oz. Mouse on [as] last night, and the only thing I could find to say about it when it was done was "That was awful."

Understatement of the year. I thought that Perfect Hair Forever was bad when I caught it, but that at least made me chuckle a couple times. Hell, I don't like Tom Goes to the Mayor and wish it hadn't been made into an ongoing series, but it at least manages to get a giggle occasionally. But that lame ass mouse program was terrible. The art was awful in the extreme, and the plot was just short of non-existent.

To put it plainly, 12 oz. Mouse sucked in ways that would make a Bangkok whore agape in wonder. If that piece of crap gets made into a series I will cry tears of pure acidic hate. Avoid avoid avoid.

My big throbbing head
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Bitchy rants
Another batch of fucking bacteria has decided to throw a mad party in my ear. I swear, I want to just stab a red hot knitting needle in there and show those microscopic bastards who the boss is around here.

Yeah, that would be a healthy response...

Anyway, so today is the first day in a couple that I can actually hear out of the right side of my head. I just so hate how the healing process goes from a constant annoying, but basically livable throb to my ear just deciding to randomly produce a severe stabbing pain right through to my brain. But finally the dam broke, and some seriously ugly gunk came out. Yeah, you really wanted to hear about that.

And I'm only halfway through the antibiotics course too. Bleh, I hate antibiotics. I still have like 4 days of feeling basically run down (and other icky effects we won't get into here) while I poison those little fuckers out of my head again.

Don't read this
Mood:  surprised
Topic: It's all about me
This is the list of what I want for my birthday, in no specific order. Yes, I know this is way early. No, I don't actually expect any of this.

• A tattoo of a fairy ring around my left leg, in the vicinity of the ankle
• Can't Stop, a discontinued dice game that is quite zippy
• The house remodeled
• A computer so psychotically powerful I have to struggle with it at least once every couple months for fear that it'll take over the house and most of the country - and a nice fat broadband connection to go with it
• All the episodes of Cowboy Bebop on DVD
• A trip to someplace interesting that I've never been to before
• A Rubik's Magic Puzzle - probably a couple of them because I played with the last one so much that it fell apart
• To be really really really high with a bunch of my friends at a loud party that lasts all weekend - hot strippers optional, glow sticks required
• The Great and Secret Show and Everville
• Ice cream dammit!
• Freakazoid! and 2 Stupid Dogs back on the air when there's nothing else but crap on TV in the middle of the night
• To be able to banish anyone foolish enough to annoy me on my fucking birthday out to the cornfield

Whore!
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Nothing in particular
I'm curious as to why the random guys who don't understand colloquial English very well always want to cyber with me when I'm just hanging out in the #bearcave. Does my screen name give off a kind of 'please type dirty to me' vibe or something?

It doesn't help that I'm generally too nice to just tell them to bugger off. The last time I wasn't in the mood for it I let the guy know right off that I am terribly boring to cyber with. No really, I am. I just don't have a taste for it. But you know, if I wanted to I'd probably be really really good at it.

You know you want it.

So right this moment I've got this poor dude asking me random questions. I know he's probably just as bored as I am and just wants someone to chat with. I also know that the subject will inevitably turn to something 1-handed. Blah. I don't want to be rude about it, and it's too close to bedtime for me to come up with something clever.

Wait, why in hell am I blogging about this anyway?

Editing
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Head games
I have no idea if anyone is actually reading the Briar County Blues blog, but assuming that someone is reading it, and they are tired of it still being in the same spot for the past couple months, said someone will be mildly thrilled to know that I plan to start editing the next post sometime in the next week.

That, I believe, is the sound of one hand clapping.

Vertigo
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Bitchy rants
I'm getting used to new glasses now. I'm not going to get into the annoying rigmarole of getting them. I am a bit irritated at Dr. Condescending and his attitude about us returning to make sure this prescription is right. I'm a bit weary of looking at this screen and seeing some funky trapezoid.

These things are making me dizzy and a little barfy. Maybe another black & tan will help.

Totally unfair fucking with me
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Bitchy rants
So I'm watching Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex because that show is straight up fucking awesome, and this ep in particular (Portraitz) really got me going. It looks like they're revealing a big fat clue as to who or what the Laughing Man is. Very very cool.

Well, except for the fact that at the very end of it there's this 3 line message written on a baseball mitt that I know is important in some way, only they don't leave it up long enough for me to read it. Fuckers. So come on - what was the message? I'm dying to know!

Damn the turbulence
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: Nothing in particular
So yes, I did indeed make it home in one piece. The flights home were basically uneventful, I only had to deal with a bumpy ride while coming in for a landing in Albuquerque. So now I've got to use the next week to figure out how I'm gonna get the house back in order.

And, of course, that annoying feeling that I always get when I'm going somewhere, that one that tells me that I forgot something somewhere, was entirely correct. I left every one of the shirts on hangers that I'd hung up right out of sight where they would be easy to lose. Feh.

It's rather nice to be back home. I do certainly miss the random activities and having a nice revolving selection of people to meet and greet, but there's something to be said about being in your own domain. Plus I was getting tired of sleeping by myself.

I fucked up
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Nothing in particular
I have mistaken my date of departure countless times. In case you have not yet heard, I am not leaving on Sunday the 5th but Friday the 3rd.

Yes, I am a dumbass.