Sunday, July 6, 2008

boondocks season 2 is out!

Things have been more interesting since I posted that last blog. I was in a funk that day, or something. Eh, it happens.

For the 4th of July, Matt and I hiked to the Stone Door, a crack in a huge rock which has been used to get from the top of the gulch to the bottom (and vice versa) for thousands of years. The trail is in South Cumberland State Park, and the particular route that we took was about 10 miles long. It was a great trail -- about 4 miles walking across the top of the ridge, 1 mile straight down to the gulch, another 4 miles or so along a dry riverbed (not dry the last time Matt hiked it), and then a mile straight uphill to the top of the ridge. The hard part was the straight uphill bit, of course. That didn't last very long, though I did have to stop frequently. Heh. We hiked it all in 5 hours, which really ain't so bad. I need to exercise more, though. For real.

Here's a sad story. (Kelli, this will answer your question about Atlanta.) So we saw on [adult swim] (I kinda like the way that looks) that Dethklok -- the band in Metalocalypse -- was touring and playing in Atlanta. So, on a whim, we got tickets. The website said that it started at 7:30, but that didn't really make sense -- probably it meant that the doors open at 7:30. Dethklok probably wouldn't go on before 9:30, surely. So we stopped off in Murfreesboro to chat with some of Matt's friends, and finally got into Atlanta around 8pm, maybe. To leave out some unnecessary details, by the time we got to the venue, they were playing their last song. It was extremely disappointing. I mean, seriously. What with tickets and gas, that was over $100 down the toilet. Sucks, right?

Oh well, I'm over it. What can you do? It was a joyless drive back, though.

And... oh yes, I got the cats neutered, finally. They certainly haven't been pissing on everything, which is a welcome change! They've kinda seemed to mellow out some, too. It's a little strange. Hobbes is snoozing between my knees right now, for example. Well, I guess that isn't really an example. But whatever. It only cost $60 for the both of them -- I was expecting more like $60 per cat.

Sarah's birthday is in two days. Janet keeps telling me that they're going to drive down to Nashville sometime this month.... I was kinda hoping they'd invite us to a birthday party, or something, but maybe that's too much. Sigh....

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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.