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May 31, 2003
mean green mowing machine
Trying to sleep in this morning, I sense that someone outside has a severe hedge trimmer fetish. It's been going on for like two hours now. I guess I can't blame him...it's one of the first dry mornings we've had in weeks. Landscapers all over DC are going apeshit mowing the lush grass growth. Piles of juicy, wet lawn trimmings dot all the lawns, having been wedged out of clogged mowers. Being the evasive cunt that she is, the sun peeked out for a moment and retreated yet again. I guess I can catch up on some long-avoided web work, and possibly a new banner redesign today. I tire of this one.
Back home in Wisconsin, we had a huge lawn typical of most spacious Midwest homesteads. And so did my grandparents, who lived next door. Being the last one to leave home, I was the default mower for both yards for a time. Sadly, now my mom does all that work, but it keeps her fit anyway. I don't know how many acres it was, but it took almost three hours to finish. Part of the mowing exercise was taken up by weaving around the endless rows of peonies my grandpa loved so much. I liked them too, except when it came time to mow around them. Everyone was very intolerant of the violets, creeping charlies and dandelions that sprouted up, so both weed killer and fertilizer was always applied. I never understood the logic of this, as it made it necessary to mow twice as much, and I liked the pretty purple and yellow blossoms over the greeen lawn. My lawn will be small, unfertilized, with a diversity of pernicious, blossoming weeds. Yes, I have mowing issues, but I'm actually happy to mow our small, weedy yard here with the eco-friendly, self-sharpening antique push mower I found in the basement. It doesn't belch fumes and only takes 10 minutes, and is quite a workout.
Hmm...no biological weapons have been found in Iraq, and rumour has it that their presence was a bit fabricated. I knew this would be Bush's downfall, as I never heard a really convincing argument about why we went into Iraq. Sure, Hussein was a tyrant, but there's plenty of tyrants in Africa, Uzbekistan and elsewhere that get no mention from the current administration. Other than an overpriced training mission and a display of superiority, I don't see what the point was now. And the fucking spending that they're doing now...if Jimbo can manage his budget, so can the Republicans, so knock it off! Sorry hon, we just can't help talking about politics here in DC, it's our major industry.
Last night I met up with Gurl and Chrisafer's mate Glenn for cocktails. Glenn tried to impose a meal into the plan, but I would have none of it. I was warned of the tyranny of the demonic tapeworm that controls his life, and convinced them that you get drunker and more cheaply on an empty stomach. I wasn't there long, as my oversensitive tonsils flare up in smoky bars. Had to turn down a proposed threesome with some beefy studs as I didn't want to bless them with both a potential flu and strep.
I'm so all for smokeless bars. When we went to Delaware earlier this spring, I absolutely loved the smoke-free environment. The only problem is that the smokers all huddle around the entrance of every bar, creating a gauntlet of smoke that you have to get through before entering.
Tonight I'd like to go to the Eagle. I know I'd promised a nice evening with stud a but I just want to go out! I hate being flaky, but I do it seldom enough I guess.
Having a fu is more of an effort than it looks. Far more trimming and sculpting than a beard. Bubba concurs. It's really easy to overtrim it and have it look like mere stubble drool coming down the sides of your mouth.
Speaking of drool coming down the sides of your mouth, the 'Tard is moving in a mere block from me! Now I have someone to play Legos with.
Tomorrow is D&D with the geek gang, followed by a jaunt at Blowoff. Don't forget y'all! It's so cool and unpretentious it oozes chill and groove like an open sore. I had coffee with Bob the other night. He's one of the DJs, and promises the set from 10 to 11 to be tight. Bob has quite the fascinating Mac setup for his music needs. I also sense a CivIII conversion soon to take place. BWA HA HAAA!
Posted by jimbo at May 31, 2003 2:11 PM
Comments
You're yummy, ergo, you're forgiven.
Posted by: sean at May 31, 2003 7:35 PM
Promise me you'll invite me over when you and Tardito play legos? Promise?
Posted by: Chrisafer at June 1, 2003 8:38 PM
Um, you had coffee with Bob Mould? As in, BOB MOULD?! [I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm a screaming, pathetic fanboy. Somebody help me.]
Posted by: Thomas at June 1, 2003 11:02 PM