Bad bad cow!
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Life in Texas
Again I want to beat the cattle. Not content with simple escape, they've turned to vandalism.

See, last night I turned the tap on in the kitchen and got nothing but a vague sucking sound. After going out and checking to make sure the water line into the cattle tank didn't bust, I changed the filter in the well house and figured that would fix things. The water pressure was fine after that, of course, because I gotta shut the water off to change the filter and that gave the tank time to pressure up again. But a little bit later I noticed that the pressure was a bit limp. Didn't think much of it at the time, mainly because I didn't want to trek out in the fek cold again in the middle of the night.

Cut to this morning, when I tried to start up the dishwasher and again got nothing. I checked the various places where water problems can surface, and it turns out that the freeze-proof spigot that I was using as a secondary water for the cows source was broken off somewhere under the ground and oozing water. Those bastard animal rubbed up against it and broke it off!

You will pay bovines, and on that day I will laugh. Oh how I will laugh.

You have got to be fucking kidding me
Mood:  loud
Topic: Bitchy rants
Children are being brainwashed by more extremist xian bullshit. I am so fucking tired of hearing about this. What is wrong with these pansy-ass xians that their deity can't take a little demystification? What, your fucking 'God' couldn't possibly create and manage an entire universe based on elegant and complex processes that take human beings generations to finally unravel? Everything in that damn book has to be taken literally? Go to heaven you fucktards and leave the rest of us alone.

Actually, I've been bombarded with a bunch of crap in this particular vein the past couple days. So much, in fact, that I can't even articulate it all. As soon as I start to think about it it makes me start to grind my teeth. And then the Tourette's syndrome kicks in (evidenced above), and then pretty much it all breaks down into gibbering and hateful thoughts. These anti-reason, anti-freedom idiots and their Old World Order make me want to blow my fucking brains out just to get away from them.

I'm gonna take a few shots of rum now and pray the voices in my head shut up a while.

Corndog
Mood:  chillin'
Topic: Various webshit
Here's a cute little flash deal. Peep it out.

Beating the beef
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Life in Texas
You have no idea how angry I am at the cows. I literally had to kick one of them in the ass this weekend - twice. Actual ass kickage. Why?

See, there's this gap in the fence. Remember, the one that killed the gothic cow a while back? Well we figured that the short hotwire gate we had across it was working well enough to keep the cattle in and didn't worry much about it. Stupid, I know. And with the weather (or complete lack of it other than wind) lately we've had to keep the 9 critters in the back yard since there's really nothing for them to eat out in the big field anyway, and the wind just messes up the hotwire so they keep getting out and causing trouble.

This isn't precisely why I'm mad at them. It's a simple fact of life out here that the beef occasionally escapes and I have to go chase it back in. In fact, they'd managed to knock the gate down a couple times and go wandering around in the pasture without getting out and into any real trouble. After a week of this we knew we'd have to plug that hole in the gate for real. As a quick fix I grabbed a couple poles and chunks of wood and wired them across it until the hubby could get a real piece of fence.

Those fuckers did not hesitate one bit and pushed right through my makeshift fence to get out. And then, to make sure I was completely pissed at them, most of them got out, across the street, and tried wandering off. We had to chase them, which turned out to be futile, and finally the hubby just got in the pickup and butted their belligerent asses back home.

So they've been penned up since Sunday. We've got more hay for them now, so there is a chance they'll be let out into the back yard again tomorrow. (Mind you, it's not like they were starving to death and needed to escape to get food. The feed may have been low, but not entirely gone.) But I swear if one of them so much as thinks about escaping I will make sure they regret it.

Blessed Imbolc
Mood:  cool
Topic: Nothing in particular
Not sure if I'm going to be doing anything special for the Sabbat. It's just too damn cold to go stand outside on the bomb shelter and get all shamanic. Yes, I'd make a lousy ascetic seeker. I suppose I could just light a candle or something. Maybe I'll stick a few leftover sparklers in the ground and light 'em up.

I'll scratch your eyes out
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Nothing in particular
Wow, spontaneous bitch fight action broke out tonight in the #bearcave. I keep hearing about all manner of drama that happens, and now I finally get to witness it.

Nothing really to report - just imagine a chat room with under a dozen gay men in it getting bitchy - specifically about 4 of them. Yeah, basically like that.

But hate is so funny to watch.

Too easy
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Various webshit

CAT - your daemon may be a cat if you are
independent and comfort loving. You follow your
heart and do what you want to do - no matter
what others think. You have a strong sense of
your own worth, and an inner dignity. You may
be loving and generous in one moment, and then
lash out at someone in the next. You have as
many moods as there are colours in a rainbow,
and you wear them all brilliantly. You always
know what you want right now - although in five
minutes you may change your mind and set your
sights elsewhere. You like to do things with
style and flair. When someone else orders you to do something, do
you feel an unholy urge to do exactly the
opposite? That just might be your inner daemon
talking.

What Is Your Daemon?
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Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Mood:  down
Topic: It's all about me
My back is acting up again. I don't know if it's something pinched or something pulled or what - hell I don't even know what I did to get it acting up again. So now I have to pile the pillows up on either side of me so I can sleep comfortably and I get to hobble around when I need something from the other end of the house.

Although I shouldn't complain too much - at least it's not at that uncomfortable no matter what I do stage. Here's to hoping it'll just go away. In any case, I know my online time will get a bit erratic. (Okay, a bit more erratic.)

My instincts prove true
Mood:  bright
Topic: Brain candy
And don't you dare act surprised. If you haven't read Red Dragon or seen either of the movie adaptations then this mild ranty bit contains spoilers.

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The Wendy Pepper effect
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Brain candy
Holy fuck! Will we never be rid of that mouthy, preening asshole Santino Rice? I am so sick of him!

I know I've been totally lagging on my Project Runway dish. I figure if you didn't want to watch it last season after I got all crazy about it then you probably didn't want to hear me this time around. Oh but I so have to vent about Santino. Sick of him. Just like Wendy "Hagletta" Pepper, this fucker refuses to go down in flames.

Hey - Santino: Shut the fuck up already. I will cheer the day Heidi gives you the auf wiedersehen. Get off my TV!

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