DRIVE A '04 INDIGO TODAY!!!
So last week was frustrating.
So I escaped central IL and sought refuge in Chicago friends I hadnt seen in almost a year then to home then good coffee and rum dipped cigarillos, outside, in the middle of the night and lazing and moviesand I felt better.
I discovered Dunkin Doughnuts coffee really is good, and snuck a few bags back to Springfield with me (this city apparently has no Dunkin Doughnuts).
On the way back to school, I was in a fender-bender. Doh!!! No real damage done. No injuries. The lady was pretty good humored about it. But I was mad at myself. Ive avoided accidents on icy skids and even dodged several cars when my breaks gave out on one of my old beatersthis shouldnt have been difficult to avoid.
A neck rub would helpbut Lenore is not cooperating. She is jutting her head out of her hiding place every time I walk by, which means shes hungry enough that Id better feed her tomorrow, and thus save central Illinois from certain doom.
Speaking of my serpent, she is officially the size that, while not representative of the total adult mass of North Americas largest serpent (she is only a year old), is large enough that if someone were to find it in their basement, in a state like Illinois, they would go to their neighbor and say, Bob, there is a big f#$%n snake in my basement. Names may vary. Only said in participating states.
Ive noticed, going in to pet shops and buying fuzzy snake food, that the conversations that ensue are not unlike those that might be pontificated on when a guy goes into a car shop for a part for his [insert prize muscle car]. In fact, take a look at this hypothetical (but representative) conversation between me and a pets shop clerk. Replace snake with car feeding for driving - species with model fuzzies with [insert car accessory] - mouse with mile quail with kilometer and so on and so forth:
Pet Clerk: What can I get you?
Josh: I need four fuzzies.
PC: Sure. What are you feeding?
J: Snake.
PC: What kind?
J: Eastern Indigo
PC: Serious?
J: Oh yeah.
PC: Sweeeeet. What year?
J: 04
PC: You get her with red sides or solid black?
J: Solid black.
PC: Nice. We get a lot of wannabe snake guys in here, but thats hardcore. You can take her out legally?
J: I got a permit.
PC: How fast does she go?
J: Ohabout two mice a minute.
PC: Cool.
J: Or three quail a minuteif you use them.
PC: I never have.
J: I think use them a lot in Europe.
PC: Oh.
And now I wait to see what the word is on the Voodoo Music Fest in New Orleans this Halloween. With the hurricane it might be cancelled. Of coursethats a pretty minor thing compared to what the poor folks of that city are going through. And what other thoughts run through your head when such a cool city gets attacked by violent storms, besides, Oh Godsome fundamentalist got a hold of a weather machine.
Cold kills broccoli and hurricanes threaten music.
But all in allI still welcome the sound of thunder.
So last week was frustrating.
So I escaped central IL and sought refuge in Chicago friends I hadnt seen in almost a year then to home then good coffee and rum dipped cigarillos, outside, in the middle of the night and lazing and moviesand I felt better.
I discovered Dunkin Doughnuts coffee really is good, and snuck a few bags back to Springfield with me (this city apparently has no Dunkin Doughnuts).
On the way back to school, I was in a fender-bender. Doh!!! No real damage done. No injuries. The lady was pretty good humored about it. But I was mad at myself. Ive avoided accidents on icy skids and even dodged several cars when my breaks gave out on one of my old beatersthis shouldnt have been difficult to avoid.
A neck rub would helpbut Lenore is not cooperating. She is jutting her head out of her hiding place every time I walk by, which means shes hungry enough that Id better feed her tomorrow, and thus save central Illinois from certain doom.
Speaking of my serpent, she is officially the size that, while not representative of the total adult mass of North Americas largest serpent (she is only a year old), is large enough that if someone were to find it in their basement, in a state like Illinois, they would go to their neighbor and say, Bob, there is a big f#$%n snake in my basement. Names may vary. Only said in participating states.
Ive noticed, going in to pet shops and buying fuzzy snake food, that the conversations that ensue are not unlike those that might be pontificated on when a guy goes into a car shop for a part for his [insert prize muscle car]. In fact, take a look at this hypothetical (but representative) conversation between me and a pets shop clerk. Replace snake with car feeding for driving - species with model fuzzies with [insert car accessory] - mouse with mile quail with kilometer and so on and so forth:
Pet Clerk: What can I get you?
Josh: I need four fuzzies.
PC: Sure. What are you feeding?
J: Snake.
PC: What kind?
J: Eastern Indigo
PC: Serious?
J: Oh yeah.
PC: Sweeeeet. What year?
J: 04
PC: You get her with red sides or solid black?
J: Solid black.
PC: Nice. We get a lot of wannabe snake guys in here, but thats hardcore. You can take her out legally?
J: I got a permit.
PC: How fast does she go?
J: Ohabout two mice a minute.
PC: Cool.
J: Or three quail a minuteif you use them.
PC: I never have.
J: I think use them a lot in Europe.
PC: Oh.
And now I wait to see what the word is on the Voodoo Music Fest in New Orleans this Halloween. With the hurricane it might be cancelled. Of coursethats a pretty minor thing compared to what the poor folks of that city are going through. And what other thoughts run through your head when such a cool city gets attacked by violent storms, besides, Oh Godsome fundamentalist got a hold of a weather machine.
Cold kills broccoli and hurricanes threaten music.
But all in allI still welcome the sound of thunder.
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