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Sunday, April 27, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Road Trip dream
Had this last night. Very vivid
Chase and I are driving from Lawrence to Kansas City in his Lumina. We are in the place where K-10 usually is, but the road was alot hillier and more curvy. Something happens to the car and the next thing I know, we are on bikes on gravel roads. At one point they are very springy and we can just hop over fences with no problem. We come to a house that we are unable to get around for some reason (it wasn't that big....who knows). We take a road that looks like it is covered in snow, but is just bright white. It must have been a limestone or talc road. We take this road until we get to a barn.
--Now things get weird (and interesting).
We have to go through the barn to get to where we're going. In the barn are dozens of horse carcasses everywhere. I mean everywhere...on the ground, leaning against the walls, up in the loft, hanging off the loft. It was a horse carcass fiesta. I don't really see Chase but I know that I was talking to him and we are trying to figure out how to get through this barn and on to our destination. Then a horse carcass charges at us. ZOMBIE HORSE!! We yell and scare it away.
--About to peak the weirdness
After the close encounter, we spot a calf up in the loft. We notice that the floor of the loft where it is laying is unstable and it caves in. The calf is on the floor of the barn and looks pretty dead. Then BOOM, it wakes up, starts running around us and yells DON'T F*#$ING TOUCH ME!!DON'T F#$^ING TOUCH ME!!
Then I woke up.
Welcome to my mind. Admission is free but, the damage to yours might be long-term.
Chase and I are driving from Lawrence to Kansas City in his Lumina. We are in the place where K-10 usually is, but the road was alot hillier and more curvy. Something happens to the car and the next thing I know, we are on bikes on gravel roads. At one point they are very springy and we can just hop over fences with no problem. We come to a house that we are unable to get around for some reason (it wasn't that big....who knows). We take a road that looks like it is covered in snow, but is just bright white. It must have been a limestone or talc road. We take this road until we get to a barn.
--Now things get weird (and interesting).
We have to go through the barn to get to where we're going. In the barn are dozens of horse carcasses everywhere. I mean everywhere...on the ground, leaning against the walls, up in the loft, hanging off the loft. It was a horse carcass fiesta. I don't really see Chase but I know that I was talking to him and we are trying to figure out how to get through this barn and on to our destination. Then a horse carcass charges at us. ZOMBIE HORSE!! We yell and scare it away.
--About to peak the weirdness
After the close encounter, we spot a calf up in the loft. We notice that the floor of the loft where it is laying is unstable and it caves in. The calf is on the floor of the barn and looks pretty dead. Then BOOM, it wakes up, starts running around us and yells DON'T F*#$ING TOUCH ME!!DON'T F#$^ING TOUCH ME!!
Then I woke up.
Welcome to my mind. Admission is free but, the damage to yours might be long-term.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Party pooper
Lawrence is always pretty friendly. Don't get me wrong, people aren't doffing caps at every stranger, but conversations happen in public and they are usually friendly. For the weeks since the national championship, this has been at an all-time high. Downtown has an extra bit of energy; not sure how to explain it, but its there. With the weather turning warm again and more people heading outside and are in noticeably good moods.
I watched a bit of the Lawrence Half Marathon on Sunday morning and the friendliness seemed to spill over there, too. The spectators would clap and encourage the racers and some (alot actually) even said thank you back at the crowds....no need folks, you're in the middle of running 13 miles. At one point, a John Deere Gator drove along with two fire-medics who were there in case a racer would need assistance. Pat and I cheered them on, "you can do it, push!" They got a kick out of it, people around us chuckled when one of them responded, "yeah I'm started to work up a sweat."
So hopefully I'm painted the picture: This town basking in good vibes. Got it?
Well, not the whole town. The owner of Milton's is not feeling the love. Don't go there, ask for a table for 8, have 6 people there and expect to be seated. Your entire group has to be there. Our group even got to the table (for breakfast after the H-marathon) and when he saw that we weren't all there, he told us that he had told us "3 times that everyone needed to be here in order to be seated." He asked where the other 2 people were. We told him that they (1 H-marathon volunteer and 1 5k runner) were a block away and he said he didn't care. He had no problem making making us feel like dirt. None of us had a problem with making a scene. Alot of "we're-not-dealing-with-this-lets-just-go-someplace-else" talk was going around. We immediately walked out, straight to Wheatfields. My omelette was delicious there and we were treated like paying customers instead of no-good bums.
I actually liked Milton's before this. Too bad none of us will ever go there again. If we do, we're getting a table for 30 (I don't think that is even possible in that little place) and just drinking water for an hour.
I watched a bit of the Lawrence Half Marathon on Sunday morning and the friendliness seemed to spill over there, too. The spectators would clap and encourage the racers and some (alot actually) even said thank you back at the crowds....no need folks, you're in the middle of running 13 miles. At one point, a John Deere Gator drove along with two fire-medics who were there in case a racer would need assistance. Pat and I cheered them on, "you can do it, push!" They got a kick out of it, people around us chuckled when one of them responded, "yeah I'm started to work up a sweat."
So hopefully I'm painted the picture: This town basking in good vibes. Got it?
Well, not the whole town. The owner of Milton's is not feeling the love. Don't go there, ask for a table for 8, have 6 people there and expect to be seated. Your entire group has to be there. Our group even got to the table (for breakfast after the H-marathon) and when he saw that we weren't all there, he told us that he had told us "3 times that everyone needed to be here in order to be seated." He asked where the other 2 people were. We told him that they (1 H-marathon volunteer and 1 5k runner) were a block away and he said he didn't care. He had no problem making making us feel like dirt. None of us had a problem with making a scene. Alot of "we're-not-dealing-with-this-lets-just-go-someplace-else" talk was going around. We immediately walked out, straight to Wheatfields. My omelette was delicious there and we were treated like paying customers instead of no-good bums.
I actually liked Milton's before this. Too bad none of us will ever go there again. If we do, we're getting a table for 30 (I don't think that is even possible in that little place) and just drinking water for an hour.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Hot New Releases
Did I miss something? When you think "recently released," do you think Mrs. Doubtfire and You've Got Mail?? (Chase also pointed out that You've Got Mail is definitely NOT a comedy.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
A treat for all
From the archive, December 2006.....
Keep in mind that we grew up on the farm (i.e. no cable) and are masters at entertaining ourselves.
She wasn't even trying to be funny. that was just her technique
Then she tried a more difficult maneuver and Rebecca had to show her what's what.
Keep in mind that we grew up on the farm (i.e. no cable) and are masters at entertaining ourselves.
She wasn't even trying to be funny. that was just her technique
Then she tried a more difficult maneuver and Rebecca had to show her what's what.
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