Sunday, October 28, 2007

Pepermint Stars and Shopping

Another audio entry from my favorite store in the whole world, Kroger.

Marshmallows. -- hot peppermint, not too sweet.  Excellent.

Amusing toilet tissue marketing.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Some People Talk To Themselves While They Are Driving ...

Some People Talk To Themselves While They Are Driving ...

And then there are those who fabricate entire personas, name them, give them their own blogs so that the conversations are more interesting.

I talk to myself when I am driving down the road.  If you ever see me doing it, now you will know what I am saying.

Stop by to visit if you haven't already.


Friday, October 19, 2007

Audio entry

Audio entry

Monday, October 15, 2007

What is a Floater? (asks a city girl.) [You can just tell, I bet she has never owned gum boots.]

Mrs. Linklater asks, I answer. 

First the question ... (s)

Okay, about the floater.  I've never heard of a big piece of machinery called a FLOATER.  [But then I've never known a woman who plays with trains either until you came along.] So I have no idea how big the floater is in relation to the clouds and corn mentioned in the picture -- and by the way, I can't see corn in this picture, just ground.  So help me out here, is your floater one of those machines with tires so huge they have restrooms?  Do you park it in a plane hanger?  Just why would anyone need to have one?   Mrs. L

Q. - How big is the Floater in relation to the clouds and corn? --

A. - Clouds - Cumulus clouds can be miles across and 4,000 ft high. The Floater is tiny in relation to those clouds. Infinitesimal. Insignificant. Clouds sneer at the Floater. 

Corn. Singular or the collective form of corn?   Compared to a corn kernel (about the size of a skittle or M&M).-- Monstrous! Compared to an ear of corn (about 10 - 12 inches long). Huge! Corn Plant (8 ft tall). 5 ft taller - 12 ft wider and 25 ft longer. Compared to a Sixty acre field of corn? Back to being a pissant. If an entire field of corn ganged-up on the floater, it could kick the floater's butt. 

Aside: The idea of Corn acting in unison to attack agricultural equipment is creeping a tiny bit too far into Steven King territory for me. Sorry that I went there. I am now going to have to keep an eye out for colluding ceral crops as well as flying spiders. 

Was that helpful? No?  Ok, just for you Mrs. L. -- if you walked up to one of the tires on the floater, right up close so that your nose was touching the tire, looking straight ahead, your eyes would be looking right at the top of the tire.  How do I know this?  I stuck my nose on the tire today.and held my camera at eye level.

(Mrs. L's eye view of the tires on my floater.)


Q. - Can't see the corn in this picture, is it there? --

A. - Yes, look waaaaaayyyyy in the background.  See that yellowish stripe?  That is standing corn the next field over.  My baby floater is sitting on smooshed down corn stubble. [Corn stubble is the bottom of the corn stalk -- say 6 to 8 inches left in the ground after harvesting.]

Q. - Just why would anyone need to have one? -

A. - Anyone?  Because the neighbor down the street went out and bought a Hummer and the military dosen't sell tanks?

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Audio entry

Audio entry

Clouds and Corn

Ok this is not exactly a photo of clouds and corn.  It is a photo of clouds, corn and my floater.

The rest are clouds and corn.

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

That's Not It ...

First it was too hot, blooming ragweed and flying spiders.  Yes, flying spiders. (Wouldn't THAT just give our Faux Cowboy the heebe-jeebes? [He really does have a thing about spiders, I would link to one of his spider tales, but that would require an effort on my part]).   Then the weather turned all cold and drizzly and I had to break out my winter jacket and wear it under my rain coat.  I was working.  I am sick of looking at corn, clouds and wildflowers.  You, however, may not be.  Will post photos once I transfer them from my phone to here.  Wherever here is.


Oh, the flying spiders.  Apparently, once some spiders hatch, they spin a long stream of spider silk into a breeze and away the little spider-ling goes into the breeze.  As it happens, durring the too hot, ragweed part of the month, spiders, hundreds and hundreds of spiders hatched, spun their silk, flew into the air and I was down wind.  Made me forget all about the too hot and rag weed pollen that day.  It did.