I’ve had a bad ratings period, that’s for damn sure. It looks like I’m de-evolving in the ecosystem. Add the fact that no one is leaving comments, I need to have my own sweeps week. Even DaGoddess hasn’t commented in days. I thought I could always count on her for a little love. I know she is busy putting her life in little boxes but Just Damn!
If I were a TV network, I’d just show gratuitous sex and violence to get the ratings up. But this is the Internet, not television. So I guess I’ll post a picture of my favorite Album Cover of all time.
Now that my 100 days is up, I find myself making up for lost time. Tonight…Mountain Dew and Vodka. I’m callin’ it the Acidman. This past fall, when I encountered the crusty old cracker, I watched him mix up the concoction. So tonight, while trying to decide what to drink, I thought,”Why the fuck not?” It’s pretty damn good too. Thanks Man!
Beaten and left for dead on the 4th of July. I was double-teamed that’s for sure. While working my shift on the slow holiday evening, she seductively walks up to me and says,” Your Archives don’t work.” I felt the cold shudder of fear creep through my bones. I don’t think she saw the little beads of sweat breakout on my forehead. I had just been outted. So a workmate has stumbled upon my Blog. Just Damn! I now quickly shifted into cover up mode. I have never felt so dirty, but I would have made Bill Clinton proud.
Of course it was all in vain because of my picture on the top of my page for the entire world to see. My mind went reeling. What have I written? Ok, cool, nothing incriminating, I heaved a heavy sigh. It felt like I was giving birth. Moments later her partner in crime causally strolled by and in passing worked “hunting for the finer things” into the conversation. I wanted to throw up. I could see a Moxie Pop firing thing at any moment. Just Damn!
Ok, so it’s my own fault. The other day, we had a conversation about her future. I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Of course being a young adult of the new millennium, she didn’t have a clue. I asked her what she wanted to do. “Write” was her response. Probing further, I asked about her writing habits, which she had none, and then proceeded to inform this misguided youth about the Joys of Blogger and Blogging and Internet publishing. What the fuck was I thinking?
"Inform your representatives that you want to be free to make your own consumer choices, and that includes choices of which professional you want to use for medical and legal services. Tell them that you are perfectly willing to rely on your own judgment, or the judgment of private accrediting agencies when it comes to selecting an attorney or a doctor. You might add that you don’t like the idea that you have to go to the government to ask who may and who may not clip your fingernails."
The country landscape is dotted with structures that time forgot. The Chicken house is one of my favorites. It marks a place where time and industry merged then lay dormant. At one time this Chicken house was a center of agriculture, business, and trade. Left idle because of technology. Farming is more than crops. Its chickens, cows, eggs, and sheep. In the South, Cotton may be king, but the small chicken house is the backbone.
You don’t get views like this in the city. When it rains in the city, you get mucky gravy on everything. Here in the country, the mist hangs thick in the mountains. That’s why they call ‘em the Smokeys. At night, I can actually see stars. Millions of them hang in the sky. I can stand on this porch for hours just looking at nothin’. Just Damn!
There’s a lot of these roadside fruit stands on country roads. It’s the way a lot of “country” folk share their labor and make a buck or two.
Silver Queen corn is by far the sweetest corn grown anywhere. Pa always grew it during the spring and summer. I like it best fresh off the stalk. Cooking the Silver Queen is blasphemy in my book. After canning and eating, Pa’s Silver Queen corn made it to a roadside stand where Yankee travelers came looking for peaches. The locals always bought the Corn. Next southern road trip, stop and get some Silver Queen corn. Tell ‘em Dax sent ya!
Enough of the paranoid delusional stuff for a while. It was fun while it lasted, but seeing the lack of comments, I’ve decided it’s best to be movin’ on down the road. Don’t worry though; I save some really good stuff for later.
Anyway, I’m a Southern man and I like driving in the country. Time has a strange way of passing on a country road. Over the next few days, I’m gonna share a few pictures from my wanderings around the south.
Everything you could possibly want to know about Gun Rights is just a click away. Thanks to the Banana Republican.
“Whether you like it or not, gun rights are civil rights. If you are against gun rights, then you are in the same pack as the Klan and the communists, and are as likely to vote to shut down churches and newspapers as you are to license and register guns.”
I couldn’t have said it better. I'm glad I didn’t have to.
Each time I get some coherent thought, I'm interupted by someone who can't help themselves. I hate that! The last week has been a long one. Two Managers out of town and Inventory takes forever. I need a day off...soon! Of course the Osmond movie on ABC makes it all worth while...Yea Right!