Snow is falling on the Upper Pierogi Belt, in mid-October. The picture above was taken in our front yard, only moments ago. It’s amazing to me. Didn’t the World Series just end? (Congratulation Oakland!) It’s too early for this stuff.
Anyway, yesterday was a very successful excursion into yurt-style writing in the round. I put a lot of words on virtual paper, and think the way I arranged them is at least semi-interesting. I’m getting ready to go out there again, for another ten or twelve hours.
Here are some pics I snapped inside my hippie hut. As you can see, it’s very cozy. And the best part? There’s no internet. I’m more productive in that ridiculous setting, than any I’ve found. And at $33 per day, it’s a deal. I wish I could buy an internetless yurt of my own.
I don’t really have a decent Question for you guys, but wanted to check-in and interrupt the vomit/fake dad conversation. Thanks to Chris, the Angry White Guy, for keeping things interesting. He’s been keeping things interesting since 1973, or so. And I appreciate it.
Since it’s Friday, why not just tell us what you’ve got planned for the weekend? Simple and straightforward. Use the comments section below, to bring us up to date.
And I’ll see you guys next time.
Jon and what’s her fuck, they can’t rot in hell soon enough as far as I’m concerned. Her with her screeching harpy ways and goddamn lopsided haircut. Him acting like a fucking eunuch that has a hard time not forgetting to breath. She needs a good assfucking, someone to show her who’s boss. He needs the same, it seems. They ruined their one chance. The good ship lolly pop is pulling off and these dipshits can’t fake it long enought to make another million. Fuck em.