Rockstar
Since the geological work is over for the summer, I needed a job to get me to the school year. I started answering Craigslist ads. I have a whole lot of Blackfoot, Molly Hatchet, and Skynyrd to learn.
I don’t know whether to shoot myself or buy a belt buckle. Story of my life. How was things back here?
July 14, 2008 at 3:18 pm
Hi Casey.
July 14, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Hey, Jill. How have you been?
July 14, 2008 at 8:25 pm
Well, this could give you a lot of stories.
July 14, 2008 at 9:12 pm
It could. If I make the cut for the Southern Rock outfit, it definitely will. We’ll see about the people needing a “hard rock lead guitar player.”
July 14, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Not on topic (is there one?) but sometimes I really miss FAEs. You know? Not the damage, just the spectacle.
July 15, 2008 at 6:22 am
You know, some days I miss cluster bombs. They were sort of pretty at night. And the FAEs still make some part of me thrill at the sight when I see them on TV. It’s too bad that sort of thing has no use besides inflicting damage.
Do you have some secret life (outside the deer fantasies and caped crusading) that involves these things?
July 15, 2008 at 7:46 pm
>>Do you have some secret life that involves these things
Nah – you know about the rabbit control. I just miss the farm & the sheer natural mechanics of the whole enterprise. In fact, as I think I may have written a ways back, there was a certain level of virtue associated with the FAEs, being that your neighbours were always aware that you were doing your ecological duty. I can’t find a good reason for doing it to people, but rabbits, well… (shows you where I fell off the Buddhist wagon).
>> (the deer fantasies and caped crusading)
Nice try.