my lumpy head

come on now....

2006-10-25T22:27:00.000-07:00

I fought a bear with this rock. Dont I look proud. It never left my hand. I can tell you now that when a bear comes at me, my brain chooses flight over fight.

Ummm....

new

2006-01-21T00:39:00.000-08:00

my weeks

2005-12-08T20:30:00.000-08:00

my weak

2005-09-17T23:43:00.000-07:00

The sign at the trail head suggested that i not go that way. I thought that to be an odd introduction. However, as I trotted along with my father I found that apart from all the bear shit, it was a nice path leading up the valley into the old growth cedar forest.
Yes there was alot of bear shit.
More than I had ever seen before.

Past the trees the trail swung up into the mist. Above which i can only guess was a sub-alpine lake surrounded by little tree things. (trees)

But the dark forced us to turn around and find our way back down through the cedars and blueberry bushes and fields of bear shit.

Then the bear wandered upon us.
well, close enough to make me look at the stick i was holding and wonder what use it might have.

It didnt come to that.
Nor should it.
I would like to think i could fight a bear.

But i also like to think that i could fight a gang of ninjas.

my week

2005-09-10T22:14:00.000-07:00

Will he ever stop? (Yo) I dont know.

2005-09-03T01:15:00.000-07:00

How does one really start a post after being absent for so long.
I guess with the word 'how'

The lump in my head has gone. I believe that it had something to do with a extra shot of gravity. This does create a small problem: does the name of the blog change when the head seizes to be lumpy?

I think not. I think that my lumpy head as a concept might have perhaps already transcended the actual lump (or lumps -- well, no, just one lump -- and a small lump at that.)

the ice man agrees so...
thats why he looks so smug.

2005-08-31T00:43:00.000-07:00

i am still away

2005-07-09T05:04:00.000-07:00

I am in the jungle looking for tapirs

Where am I?

2005-03-17T02:13:00.000-08:00

Hey y'all...i am not here right now but if ya click on the phobun link to the right you will find out what i am doing.

well, the time has come (nows the time to begin..er...something)

2005-03-09T01:11:00.000-08:00

It is upon us. For so long everything seemed so far in the future. But now, with only a few short hours before departure, this everything has become maddening.

or is it madness?

i have quite a few pairs of socks now. definately more than i have ever remembered owning at once. for some that would be exciting news worth a blog entry in itself. for me. an occurance worth mentioning in the second paragraph.

or third?

It is funny that i have been holding off blogging for some time, in order to present some sort of wisdom pre-departure -- a funny storey or perhaps an observation of sorts. but nothing. i have been so busy with stuff. filing forms out. talking to people about filling out forms. getting forms faxed, mailed, emailed. mailing forms. THis is all in the name of moving. it does become difficult.

I sit on the floor now. I decided to move the computer desk before the computer. The phone is disconnected but i have internet. couch but no table. plates but no cups. I will not miss the cold showers. i will not miss the warm water at night. i will not miss the rodents. i will not miss the leaky pipes. everything else i will miss dearly.

So we have decided to create a blog that will focus solely on the trip. I will link it later but I hope to post in both along the way. for now it is called pho bun. why? well, we are pho. we are bun. we are pho bun. it is the only way.

There will be more to come--there always is.

but for now....

Tired is a Four letter word

2005-02-26T10:53:00.000-08:00

Welcome to Saturday. I know this because the Cosby show is not on. I have not opened the blinds as of yet but i am expecting to see the same old sunshine. The closer I get to leaving this place it seems the more I am enjoying it. THats how it seems to go I guess.

So this week was in the productive side of things I guess. Apart from the Cosby show and tennis matches, I have managed to get a week closer to leaving. I have much to do still, and I fear it might not get done if I dont do anything...funny how that goes.

So.
I have not made a list.
a list i think might make everything more real, but a list might also freak me out -- especially if there are more things to do on the list than time. I should probebly refrain from putting on the list things that might take me for than a couple weeks then. because that is all the time I have left in this country.

Right.
socks.
eat.
damn...this is why i dont make lists.

2005-02-22T01:46:00.000-08:00

It was almost too good to be true...TRIBUTE to HST

2005-02-22T01:17:00.000-08:00

Tis the war of the words.

an owl is about. it is a strange thing. I mean, it isnt strange that an owl is about exept for the fact that i dont ever recall an owl being in this damned town. I even think -- yes think -- that the owl is an import -- brought here for no other reason than to create a contraversy (kon-tree-verse-see) in the neighborhood. "save the owl!", "kill the freakin' thing!".

war of the worlds i tell you.

Strange thing.

Today is the first day with Hunter being dead. The evening was spent with the whiskey and the beer and recitals of 'the great shark hunt.' Gonzo papers volume one. From nixon to napalm....carter to cocaine. Hunter is ready to jump in the liner notes. and that was in 77. I was one. not thinking about ending it all...not thinking about much.
a glass be raised.
vices be embrased
wit be expanded
like one of those things that you throw in a bath-tub...and watch it grow 12 times its original size.

Alf was a bUn

2005-02-18T20:30:00.001-08:00

bUn
It happens to make much more sense when it is articulated.
Today I looked at a calander and thought about taxes. They seemed to mesh at that point so without hesitation I went and made coffee in order to make sense of the day. The dog was asleep on the couch in the same position as when I left her the night before.

The calendar is strange to me at this point. I have looked at it alot. I have noticed that February and March fall on the same days (that being saturday feb 5 is also saturday march 5). I am certain that this must confuse people that use the calendar more than myself. But the calendar seems to be important at this stage in my life for it sets me straight. If not for the calendar I would lose all sense of days and, in fact, might lose track of months (especially since feb and march are too damned similar)

What would alf do???
not much i am guessing
but what do i know

well, i do know that i am listening to jonny cash and thinking about tennis. Tennis is my new sport. I have played it three times. Tomorrow I will have played it five times -- the next day, six. you get the point. If you dont....here it is. I play it every day.

Tis true.

tis always true.

2005-02-18T20:30:00.000-08:00

2005-02-10T16:19:00.000-08:00

Hugging the Flagpole

2005-02-10T15:58:00.000-08:00

Well lets first get a few things straight. First of all, I do like my new shoes. I know that those around me have had to listen to the complaints about the ventalators. I however realized through my adventures through the valley of the logs last evening that the ventalators are truely a remarkable feat(feet) in footwear technology.

technology = appropriation? or...
technology requires appropriation?

Yes last evening...i am still in recovery mode from that. Having spent the day today trying to make sense of the paths wandered through the sparkling pebble beaches, waist-deep puddles, breathing warm trees, the dubya in the sky... the only outcome of such an event (apart from recovery) is conviction of something.

I am convinced.

2005-01-24T22:51:00.000-08:00

One last day of the age I used to be as of tomorrow

2005-01-24T22:19:00.000-08:00

With a crack of a beer I will enjoy one final toast as I lament the year before and bring in the new one. Smack inbetween New Years and Chinese New Years is a day of kilts and haggis -- of full moon parties and mid term papers. It is the day of Robbie 'Brant' Burns. I will celebrate in the appropriate ways tomorrow -- by surrounding myself with friends and such. Tis that simple.

Fact: The Brant goose spends two-thirds of its time on a beach 150 km north of here. However, this time of year the Brant is nowhere to be seen. Some call this migration. I call it magic.

Fact: There is a difference between a traditional 'time share' and the newer 'point share'. Both suck.

Fact: You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no

Fact: 3-7 offsuit is not a good hand

2005-01-15T20:30:00.000-08:00

"We had never done that before and now she's in the hospital and my cat's dead."

2005-01-15T20:18:00.000-08:00

2005-01-13T21:05:00.000-08:00

Sunday Morning Sometimes Happens on Saturday

2005-01-08T11:21:00.000-08:00

Tis indeed a Saturday morning but I have seemed to lost my sense of time. Only a few days into retirement and structure is fading fast. My beard is filling out nicely though, and with my toque and big ole coat i am finding that people are not sure whether to offer me change or not. Oh well, the novelty will wear off.
Christmas was grand -- I went and found snow up a mountain for the event. My family was as crazy as usual. I did manage to get in a good day of hiking in the snow before a storm took over the landscape and forced me back. I also managed to have a rather rowdy night of drunken toboganning in which myself and my brother-in-law challanged a brother/sister team who had been drinking all day and were had problems speaking -- down the ski hill in an all out full contact toboggan race. Of course we had the advantage of actually having toboggans. They chose to peel off the eight foot square foam that was wrapped around a ski chair pole for to protect it from lousy skiers. The race began and, well, I looked back at one point to see the brother/sister team flying right into the woods. More importantly of course is that I won the race.
New Years came and went as they tend to and now I am locked in a Victoria snowstorm. Which means the whole city is shut down.
2005. so far, so good.

2004-12-31T13:32:00.000-08:00

2004-12-23T17:15:00.000-08:00

Bowling LIVE! What a name for a sports game console set.

2004-12-21T10:54:00.000-08:00

Today is the shortest day of the year, and I am in my office with the blinds pulled down. I was trying to avoid light completely today but it would make my busy day of playing solitaire tricky. Today will be followed by longer days…for six freaking months. I know I am stating the obvious but I feel it is worth mentioning.
Christmas is approaching fast, and I finally caved in and dropped by the big W on my way home from leaving sweet meg at the airport. I stuck around to make sure she made the plane for the security peeps were examining shoes…and I believe that the new anti-terrorist legislation defines miss-matched socks as a form of subversive behaviour that would result in a nasty look and some rehearsed nasty (almost super-nasty) questions. The man before her — gods bless him — was in his nineties and had to be helped out of his stroller to make it through the metal detector. It beeped and those jumpy guards immediately surrounded him and tried to determine where the weapons were hidden. It got ugly when guards mistook the old man falling asleep while being searched for some tactic used in one of those terror videos you can get on ebay. Luckily for sweet meg, her named was announced and she was ushered through the line, socks and all.

"Now Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets "

The big W was an event that I must admit makes me a little funny. I think it is a combination of my height and lack of direction in confined spaces. All I could see were heads moving in every direction and various speeds. It makes me dizzy and praying to god that I can find aisle 7 in record time without being smoked by a shopping cart or stepping on someone's child. Aisle 7 was chaos. Filled with young mothers — some with their daughters — looking at all the new dolls, or ponies, or tea sets. I was told the best gift for a 3 year old was something to do with a log and a number of squirrels (bunnies would be the substitute) Nothing. Just dolls and ponies and tea sets.
Big W-1 Brant –0
I settled on two gifts for the niece and nephew. A truck and a winnie the pooh game, which I will most likely be playing throughout the holidays until the batteries go missing.

"I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine"

The previous weeks have been consumed by consuming and consumption.
Until yesterday I had not shopped for gifts. I have not decorated my apartment. I have not sang a carol, drank an egg-nog, wrote a card or seen snow. This city would continue along is mild ways if it wasn’t for the holly and the cedar boughs latching on to doors, and the music themes switching from ego-centric love ballads to long-winded repeat poetry-au-mais wishing goodwill and Christ to all.

Have I missed anything?
Oh yes indeed…

Last week was the week of Christmas parties. The media threw one for all of us non-elected types. We crammed into their space and drank their beer — trying to fit faces to articles, and determining who wrote what about us — We waited patiently for some tidbits of gossip. None came of course. The gears switched to another party down the road…one needing secret passwords and handshakes. Once in, me, ziggy, sleepy and co learned how the other side socialized. We took note of who ate the most sandwiches, who did the best roboto, who was secretly spying on the group, and who forgot to wear their wedding ring.

Tis the Season

To all the Commies

2004-12-14T10:37:00.000-08:00

One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name of dolly
Dolly and charlie got a son named wally
And wally got a girl by the name of polly
Polly got a sister by the name of molly
Molly and polly got a mother named holly
Father named arthur, we call him artie
You don’t understand then I’m very very sorry
Cousin named frita, uncle named skeeter
He’s married to my fine aunt rita
Who is the leader of the married cheaters
— Biz Markie

The truth be told on this drizzly damned day, its all about names that rhyme…'tis all about family connections and rum and rye and beer and near beer. 'tis all about uncle skeeter and his wang chung tonight.. 'tis rounding the bend towards the holidays and I am wondering what the hell to do.

I think of the friend in Cuba, eating more mint leaves than expected, reading a book on Che on a beach while waiting for Castro to mend (or die).
Another is in Laos, drinking commie beer…the beer for the people that doesn’t irritate the bowels. He is at peace and finds the truth every morning with a pineapple.

Another be going back to the snow. The cold, the white, the hectic tradition, the oxygen tanks, the knitted sweaters, the pita and humus, the stona sessions and the high school reunions.

Me, I will drive north, hoping the heater will work and my tires stay inflated. 'Tis bout the fam and the rum and the rye and the beer and the near beer…although their names don’t rhyme…and I don’t have an uncle skeeter.

What am I hoping for on the big day?
1. peace love and all that crap? — perhaps
2. safe passage north with tires inflated? — would be a treat
3. save the whales? — wouldn’t say no
4. 'Commie: the board game?' — now we are talking! (the fewer the players the better)

2004-12-14T08:12:00.000-08:00

um...you were at the pixies show, right?

2004-11-27T21:27:00.000-08:00

TNO TPD - GigaPix UK

2004-11-27T21:08:00.000-08:00

Football and Potluck -- Predictions

2004-11-21T11:22:00.000-08:00

Today I am going to watch a football game and go to a potluck. Here are my predictions:
1. Football game: I will arrive late, after the kickoff and the pool has been picked. Feeling sorry for me, my mother will give up some of her picks to give to me. I will feel bad about that and eventually the whole pool will be redrafted. There will also be a long list of vegetarian 'friendly' snacks offered to me, and discussion will go on about meat until it becomes ackward for everyone. Dad will offer me a beer, i will accept. BC will have such a lead by halftime that I will be more interested in the commercials. I will lose the halftime pool. I will lose the end game pool. I will leave as soon as the game ends, citing previous engagements. (true)
2. Potluck: I will arrive late, not sure whether to take my shoes off or leave them on..i will immediatly look at peoples feet. shoes will come off. i will pull out humos and pita and place it with all the other dishes of humos and pita. I will talk to my old friend about the past and meet the other few people there..then eat some pita. there will be some sort of activity which i would not normally do, but given the circumstances, feel that it would be lame if i didnt participate (i will guess 'pin the tail') I will cite early work and duck out within the hour.

Okay, I will write what really happened tonight...wish me luck.

2004-11-20T22:28:00.000-08:00

The Infinite Cat Project - Cats watching cats watching cats. Hey! It's a concept!

2004-11-19T17:15:00.000-08:00

The Infinite Cat Project - Cats watching cats watching cats. Hey! It's a concept!

we all knew that one day jake the snake would be going down a dirty, dirty path

2004-11-19T17:11:00.000-08:00

Giant Wrestler Abused Python (from This Is Local London)

2004-11-17T22:53:00.000-08:00

I am sure i must have something to say....

2004-11-15T21:12:00.000-08:00

I heard my first christmas carol today. I dont know where it came from. perhaps i was walking by a soft rock radio station being played in the maze of offices i must pass from my desk to the washroom. Wherever it came from i must admit it really pissed me off. It creeps in without resistance, the commercials, the sales the freaking MATH sweaters which, although i love, are as hot as a 1985 cabbage patch kid in this town. I think of my friends in colder places that have to scrape there windows and warm up their cars. I think there is no escape...except for turps, who will be spending christmas fighting with monkeys who not knowingly are throwing turds at the turd burgler himself. then i chuckle, whistle my freakin' whitney houston 'christmas heaven and baby jesus' ditty, and let the holiday cheer suck my soul. (a little dramatic i know.)

Artists who i would like to hear do a christmas ditty:
1. wesley willis
2. bob marley
3. old dirty bastard

okay, now a few that are not dead:
1. The rest of the Wu
2. The darkness
3. Slipnot
4. The teletubbies (but not the green $%@**#@)

The worst christmas song ever:
-the one by sir paul mcartney --bleah

news is fun!

2004-11-14T20:52:00.000-08:00

10x10 / 100 Words and Pictures that Define the Time / by Jonathan J. Harris

2004-11-09T23:33:00.000-08:00

four men in kilts walk in to a bar...

arhhhhhh

2004-11-07T21:52:00.000-08:00

EN Addict - Funny Videos, Celebrities and Galleries!

The Slippery Slope (No Joke)

2004-11-07T17:08:00.000-08:00

A weekend over and all i have to account for it is a wet ass.

The decent was deadly...as darkness jumped me i was amused at the realization that there was potential for me to get lost on a mountain surrounded by roads. I could almost see my house way down cook st., as i tried to scale down the loose spongy moss. I thought i found a trail but it led to a cliff...perhaps i will find a number of bodies piled at the bottom...having the same poor judgement as myself. It wasnt the moss that made me fall, or the rocks with water dripping out of its pores...it was a rabbit, well two rabbits if that makes it any less retarded. It just jumped out behind a shrub...i think i even screeched as i jumped. the garry oak branch that was keeping me rooted to the cliffside snapped and down i go. on my ass. down the mountain. I stopped with no harm done, but realized that i couldnt get back up to where i was and down was just a cliff. dang...everything i learned about hiking alone i neglected. i was the new official poster boy for stupidity. i had told only one person i was hiking -- but told them a different mountain. I had no water, no rain gear. one layer of dark clothes. not even a wallet so they could identify my stupid body if i was ever found again. But then it occured to me that i could hear the cars driving by and there was no way that i couldnt slide down the mountain, at most twist an ancle or wrist..and drag myself to a road.
I dont know how i really got down the cliff but i managed to get into the forest where it was even darker and stumbled through the firs and giant maples for 20 minutes until i found a trail.

2004-11-06T18:04:00.000-08:00

2004-11-04T18:25:00.000-08:00

tell me which piggy you are

What I ate Today...oh, and why i am moving to Canada -- land of documentary film makers

2004-11-03T22:14:00.000-08:00

Breakfast: I had 2 pieces of sourdough toast. One had peanut butter -- the other peach jam. One extra large coffee with cream.

Lunch: I had day old sushi. The rice was a bit crunchy.

Dinner: Udon noodles with brocolli, carrots, onion, and ginger. I ate it when it was too hot.

I have come to the conclusion that i really dont understand the american electoral system. I mean, i understand how it works but i am struggling with the 'why' factor. Regardless of whether a different system was in place, I fear the outcome would have been the same. They were unable to trade in one lamppost for another slightly newer one. Would it have made a diff? Would the world be a better place. Or is there just no good tv on this week.
I am hungry.

2004-11-01T21:33:00.000-08:00

tell me which ziggy you are.

2004-10-31T18:57:00.000-08:00

Okay, if you click on anything on this blog click here.

2004-10-31T18:15:00.000-08:00

Pianographique

Build a better Bush

2004-10-31T18:10:00.000-08:00

Build a better Bush

Needless to say...needless

2004-10-28T23:01:00.000-07:00

I focussed on the eclipse last night with squinty eyes. It struck me that if I had seen an eclipse before, it had been removed from my memory...blasted robots. It did impress me though-- as those kind of things do, and I wandered off for more beer. I found myself in a rather heated debate with my cohort on route to the tavern regarding the seemingly direct corrolation between the steady rise of consumerism and the frequency of lampposts plauging our town. I took the rather crazy view that they really had nothing to do with each other -- while ziggy with a belly full of strogbow deliverd a most ambitious narrative involving baby strollers, satan, a bag of salt, and the corporation that holds a monopoly over the lamppost distribution in this fine city of hanging baskets. I allowed him to persuade me but now I find myself unsure that I can believe me...which is a most unfortunate situation to be in.

2004-10-28T23:00:00.000-07:00

I am a posting idiot

2004-10-28T22:51:00.000-07:00

garden love

i have myself. it is kind of like a cube inside a cube. but not really.

2004-10-28T22:27:00.000-07:00

my lumpy head

HUH?!?

2004-10-28T19:55:00.000-07:00

I am watching politics on channel 42. It is true. Except for the part about me watching tv.

This game is harder than it looks.

2004-10-24T21:02:00.000-07:00

Coors Light�

she blames it on the live band playing the wrong song to her lip-sync. who is this girl?

2004-10-24T20:50:00.000-07:00

Ashlee Simpson Walks Off Stage After Lip-sync Flub During NBC's SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE.

If you think clowns are creepy...this is worse..much worse

2004-10-22T18:57:00.000-07:00

Vent Haven Ventriloquist Convention - Vent Haven Museum - Ventriloquism is Fun!

Today's Front Pages. Just in case you are getting bored of the Times Colonist or Calgary Herald, here are 347 more papers to check out.

2004-10-21T22:23:00.000-07:00

Today's Front Pages

Its like being on BC ferries in 1986 with a handful of quarters

2004-10-21T22:19:00.000-07:00

cdr et cd vierges de qualit�, acheter cdr-w, cdr et cd vierges

Top Ten eh? Okay, my turn.

2004-10-17T22:14:00.000-07:00

Now this is just my list right now. I am not trying to overlook abbey road or nevermind. And yes, my list does look alot like Combines and Burgling Empires.

1. Radiohead -- The Bends
2. Wilco -- YHF
3. Pavement -- Brighten the Corners
4. Pixies -- Surfa Rosa
5. Beck -- Mutations
6. Jayhawks -- Tomorrow the Green Grass
7. Beastie Boys -- Ill Communication
8. NOFX -- Ribbed
9. Modest Mouse -- Good News... (album of the summer)
10. Bob Marley -- Legend
11. Metric -- Old World Underground (album of the year)

Honourable Mention:
Stephen Malkmus -- self titled
Beta Band -- 3 EPs
Jack Johnson -- On and On
Van Morrison -- moondance
Neil Young -- Harvest
Belle and Sebastion -- Fold your hands
Manu Chao -- Clandestino
Breeders -- Last Splash

YES...stewart being serious...seriously.

2004-10-15T23:29:00.000-07:00

IFILM - Short Films: Jon Stewart's Brutal Exchange with CNN Host

nano guitars are all the rage. you can take em on trips and stuff

2004-10-14T19:23:00.000-07:00

Cornell Science News: Nanoguitar

SMILE

2004-10-14T19:19:00.000-07:00

2004-09-27T23:04:00.000-07:00

one, two, three...er

No codes to fall victim

2004-09-27T22:53:00.000-07:00

Today after the long day of making arrows pointing up (a way to justify my nightime superhero activities), i found myself surrounded by a most peculiar combination. a three legged dog and a cat with a plastic tube going through its neck. A vet i am not, which brought me to the vet. Purple outfits -- who knew. luckily the tube was not contagious and was thankfully removed as i steeped my tea and looked at a porsche. The porsche looked back. notice when you write porsche you dont have to deal with whether it should be called porsh or porsha. lets do this again shall we? patrick roy. ahhh, equally satisfying. So the tube is out but there is still some unfinished business. as for the three legged dog...well i made it up for dramatics. it was in fact a parrot.

2004-09-24T18:36:00.000-07:00

aha

TheStar.com - Farting dog plots world domination

2004-09-22T17:44:00.000-07:00

TheStar.com - Farting dog plots world domination

This looks alot like my computer...hey wait a minute...IT IS MY COMPUTER!! damn you time machines...damn you

2004-09-21T23:13:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Uranium City Saskatchewan! population 200 3/4

2004-09-21T18:52:00.000-07:00

Uranium City, Saskatchewan

2004-09-20T21:53:00.000-07:00

mullet over

i dont get it...no wait, i get it...er...nope i dont get it

2004-09-20T18:27:00.000-07:00

My friend Andrea is the japanese distributor of this book.

2004-09-20T18:19:00.000-07:00

Amazon.com: Books: How to Date a White Woman: A Practical Guide for Asian Men

2004-09-14T19:55:00.000-07:00

yes??

Hey, I will chip in fifty bucks...do ya think the hot tub still works?

2004-09-14T19:24:00.000-07:00

Canada NewsWire

i have been hungry before but....

2004-09-13T21:29:00.000-07:00

Yahoo! News - Man Exhumes and Eats Grandson's Corpse

Weekend at Bernies 3 -- or, "how i became a blogger in 5 easy steps"

2004-09-12T21:04:00.000-07:00

yes its true. with a leaking dome, tacoma may be unavoidably absent for the community excellence awards -- which will be defaulted to the next highest bidder. no monster trucks, no def leppard, no more bacon bowl. for those who wanted to rock n' roll the ball, i shed a tear for the leaking dome. I must start somewhere. i have run out of ice cubes. must teach this old dog new tricks. why?

2004-09-12T20:44:00.000-07:00

my lumpy head

COMBINE HARVESTER

2004-09-12T19:54:00.000-07:00

COMBINE HARVESTER