THE Wife, ever the creative witch I was lucky enough to marry, is planning a Rocky Horror Picture Show party. Please, please tell me you have either attended one of these late night madcaps dressed as a character in this kinky camp-fest, or at least know about it. If you have no idea what Rocky Horror is, you might as well skip this part of the post.......I haven't got the time to explain it to you.

Anyway, we are planning to host this insane thing on October third, so if you are a fan, a relative, an acquaintance, or a snitch for the FBI, please plan on joining us, appropriately dressed for the occasion as your favorite character, ready to scream obscenities at the screen while throwing foodstuffs and bird seed (instead of rice).




Meanwhile, back at the ranch......I mean, HOLD, the satellite has been installed and we can now get over two hundred channels of of digital drivel, about half of which is not infomercials, the other half maybe worth watching. Thanks to the built-in DVR, I can record what I can't be here to watch, and watch it when I want. I've decided to spend about two weeks experiencing this thing before I decide to cancel our NETFLIX subscription. I might have to keep it.

There was a tree, a rather ratty sort of oak that has been shielding the Western end of our castle (bullshit-speak for doublewide) from the setting sun. The operative word here is WAS. I have already planted a nice little sycamore tree to take over for it, because it honestly was too close to the house and had that "sickly" look some trees can display with half their limbs nude of leaves, looking basically unhealthy. Since a satellite dish needs a clear view of the SouthWestern sky, and this tree stood right in that way of that line of sight, it was deemed time to sacrifice this tree to fuel the future sacred fires of our sacred circle. Yesterday and today I have been busy with the electric chain saw reducing this rather large tree into it's constituent logs and burnable brush, along with bonus leaves for the goats to consume. Billy LOVES oak leaves and is probably sick of them by now.


I'm so close I can almost taste it. I have already purchased a mac mini for THE Wife so that she can have her harmless (as well as brainless) fun with Farm Town and Hatchlings, but now I have decided that instead of hoping I could come up with the $1300 a nice iMac would command, I can get by easily with a refurbished Mac Mini of my own, with some self-installed upgrades of the hard drive and memory, for half the price of the Imac. I will have to provide my own monitor, of course, which I can make as large as I can afford, bigger than the 20 inch I would get with the iMac if I so desire. The trick is finding one on the Apple store at about the same time I have a paycheck not devoted to a mortgage payment or car repair bill or some other financial disaster. MY day will surely come, and soon, I hope. This old G-5 of mine is getting more and more obsolete as I type.

I guess I could rant and rave about something stupid the conservatives did or said these past few days, but I haven't the time or the inclination tonight. There's always tomorrow, and I can guarantee you they will provide more fodder for my ire each and every day we allow stupid people to say stupid things.

Till next time........

Blessed be!