My ebay account got hacked. Fucking consumer that I am.
Apparently I won 14 auctions of Ugg Boots.
I’m so silly.
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Detroit Rock City
Detroit has an interesting way of labeling signs on the freeway. They don’t. The people don’t drive like maniacs, they just drive fast. Real fast. Not Austin fast, but Detroit fast. The speed limit is 70 miles an hour. All the time apparently. There wasn’t a night time limit which was also interesting.
There’s no grocery store near here. There’s a (regular) Target and a (regular) Wal-Mart. So right now I’m Lean-Pocketless. Bummah!
This time shift and the “fall-back” has me pretty screwed.
Whoo-hoo!!
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Sweet Home Chicago
Of course, I have to update in Chicago. There’s a 2 hour layover here. What else do I have to do?
There’s a dude over there that has a mohawk and he’s a huge dude. Huge. Fat. He’s wearing an Insane Clown Posse t-shirt, and has an Insane Clown Posse sticker on his sleek silver laptop. I’m guessing he likes Insane Clown Posse.
Speaking of which, I’m wearing all black again today. I don’t know why. It just happened.
Black shoes, black jeans, grey T-shirt, black Dickies shirt, grey hair.
This airport is pretty cool. It seems pretty laid back here. Which is nice. There’s a House of Blues kiosk that I’ll probably pick up some knick-knacks at for souveniers. On the way back. I’m a little loaded down right now. And I have to carry this stupid laptop around.
I got coffee here. There is some massive people eating massive food here. Not only is airport food expensive, but there’s a lot of it. Everywhere I look, somebody’s scarfing down something.
I wish I had some time to fool around in Chicago, it seems like a pretty neat town. From what I can tell of the airport anyway. Ha.
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Boat Fishing
Well – not much to report. Ross came over Saturday, and then D and I followed him home.
Went to Terry’s today. Pretty interesting. I didn’t drink, but we hung out and fished the entire time. I’m a little pink.
Terry and Jason bought some remote control boats. So we moved from running them around in the pool, to (of course) running them out into the lake/pond. But I suggested we tie a fishing line to it so if it ran out of juice or we lost control of it, we could get it back.
Then we decided to tie fishing line and bait to it and see if the boat could “fish”. Is that illegal in Texas? So we get it in the water, it goes about 3 feet, and then flips over! We’re like, “What the hell?” So we pull it back over, and sure enough, we’d caught a large mouth bass, about 8-10 inches long. In less than 2 minutes. LOL!
Then we threw it back in, and Jason drove the boat ALL over the pond. When we thought we hadn’t caught anything, it turned out that we had been dragging a small fish all over the pond the entire time! He lived, and we put him back in the water.
We didn’t catch anything else by remote control boat today, and I was mellow (no beer either) so I took off and came home.
I’m getting ready to fly tomorrow. Yay Detroit. I fly into Chicago (layover) and then go to Detroit. From there, it’s lovely driving.
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Thanks to poker pro/scrabble fiend Paul Phillips for this:
Five little monkeys, jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said “This monkey has sustained a serious head injury. We’ll need to keep him overnight for observation.”
Four little monkeys, jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said “The contusion on his skull is disturbingly similar to the one on his brother. Are these primates being properly supervised?”
Three little monkeys, jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said “Ma’am, with three incidents in such a short time I’m required by law to call in Monkey Protective Services. You should be receiving a visit soon – please cooperate fully. And I’m ordering cat scans on all these monkeys. I realize you’re not insured but this has to be done. Please, think of the monkeys.”
Two little monkeys, jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said “I don’t understand, has MPS not been to your house yet? Oh my god, I forgot to call. If it comes out that more monkeys were hurt I’ll surely be fired for gross negligence, and perhaps even prosecuted. If you’ll agree to keep quiet I’ll see to it that all your bills are covered. You scratch my back, I scratch yours? You monkeys must understand that well enough.”
One little monkey, jumping on the bed. He fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said “For christ’s sake, lady! NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!”