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Ants! Oh lord, the ants! They're everywhere! They came for the cat food and stayed for the dishwasher, and now we've got thousands of the fellers running around this ol' place, doing unmentionable ant things like walking in lines and... Keep reading this entry »
If you drink three Red Bulls in the same day you will not sleep that night. At all. Your brain will reel and you will be haunted by uncomfortable visions and non-dreams, stitched together in a horrible and disjunct fashion.... Keep reading this entry »
Today one of the chickens started barking, and it hasn't stopped for the entire evening. I have no idea what this means. The two of 'em have also taken to flipping over their food dish every afternoon and pitchin' a... Keep reading this entry »
The furnace is moaning and that means it's starving. Fortunately, I've still got some chickens and a cat running around here, and my housemate currently has the plague. He keeps buying cold medicine, all sorts of tasty stuff with more... Keep reading this entry »
There's no other way I can explain it. The cat sounds like it's popping. In any other case this would be cause for celebration, but this week my landlady threw down all my rent money and bought herself a ticket... Keep reading this entry »
I've tried to mask it. I've told people that I have a soft spot for rockabilly, that I have a lot of respect for Johnny Cash, that when I'm in a particular mood I'll dial up Boot Liquor Radio. When... Keep reading this entry »
For all intents and purposes, I planned on it being a productive evening, wrought with taxes and consulting and cooking etc. Then I checked the date, and got drunk and moshed to some Irish punk imported all the way from... Keep reading this entry »
Cold, spitting rain. Forty degrees. Wind that knocks fist-sized pinecones on me as I drive up the hill. It reminded me that I haven't seen rain since my first days in Baja. Despite the weather, today was the best I've... Keep reading this entry »
I live for good stories. I enjoy telling them, I get a kick out of hearing them, but above all I love living them. So long as it makes a good story, I regret nothing. Sometimes I feel it's a... Keep reading this entry »
Well, we postponed our trip up Mount Hood. I've been hacking and weezing all weekend, fighting off the Hood River Plague, which has since reached legendary status. I'm still waiting for them to send in the CDC and quarantine the... Keep reading this entry »
For the last few weeks our furnace has never been starved for fuel. Hood River has been enjoying its own personal plague, hanging around town like an invisible fog. Its presence makes your skin tingle, like a demon visiting from... Keep reading this entry »
The past week has been far busier than this site would suggest. I've been enjoying our unseasonably delightful weather, running every day, and hatching hair-brained schemes for the future. Joe and I plan to summit Mount Hood this weekend, and... Keep reading this entry »
Geez the house is making an awful racket. My roommate snores. No, I take that back. My roommate doesn't snore, so much as his throat simulates earthquakes. Tonight the windows are shuddering. The cat is pitching a fit over something... Keep reading this entry »