I wanted to say some stuff before I start checking out the Texas Porn Blogs and what Warren Ellis is doing in Vancouver. The last three days have been both boring and interesting.
On Friday, I did my comic book run around London, picked up comics in downtown and E.O.A. (East of Adelaide on Dundas St.), got some Alan Moore Swamp Thing and the latest issue of Identity Crisis (which has got me totally interested in getting into comics), went up to Makeoutville (Masonville to the locals) and picked up the latest from Sonic Youth (Sonic Nurse) and Loretta Lynn (Van Lear Rose) which were awesome, and drove home. As I got home, A.V. MacGuyver called and said he had comics for me which made me go back to the forest city. A.V. was getting rid of about one quarter to one third of his stuff so he could get ready to move to the Wortley/Old South area. We drove to Goodwill at Sherwood at set everything on a cart. It seems a good chunk of people tend to drop off their stuff at night just before closing time at Goodwill. There were about four people trying to move an ugly early 90's couch off a pick-up truck, even though if they took the time to go around the student slums around Broughdale, they would have gotten rid of the couch and made some coin in the process. Later that night, A.V. and I watched Starsky and Hutch and Kill Bill vol. 2, the former was good, the latter was awesome.
Saturday, I woke up to the flicking of the on and off of my lightswitch as my dad tried to wake me up to get ready for haying. We tend to have a conflict when it comes to my morning routine. I believe in taking my time in the morning, my dad thinks it's a bit drawn out. We had to put up the pipes up to the barn to blow straw in the mound, which is not much of a problem, but when there is very little hay in the mound and a slight mishap could turn out to be a twenty feet drop into cow shit, a problem could arise. Fortunately for me, I was half out of it, and I could actually do what I was told. We didn't get to blow hay until late afternoon, and as my dad was cutting straw in the field, I had to watch the forage blower and the forage wagons to make sure nothing went wrong. This is a type of job that is easy, yet insanely boring, and you can't fall asleep because all of the noise around you. Anyways, something actually went wrong, the forage blower got plugged, It was at night so dad said screw it, we'll deal with this in the morning.
Sunday morning. I woke up early, which really ticked me off because I had hardly any sleep the past two nights. We fixed the plugged forage blower that took longer than expected. In the afternoon, I got a break of sorts: I visited my nephew because his birthday is tomorrow and I had to give him the cool presents I got him. I only stayed for a few minutes because my nerves were really getting to me, and I had no cigarettes on me at the time. When I got home, I slept for a good three hours, something I really need.
Alright, I been babbling for too long, It time for some wacky sunglasses (you will see later).
