The other weekend a friend of mine threw Erika a batchelorette party complete with surprise male stripper. I kinda hoped I’d go my whole life without seeing a male stripper but you just never know what you’re going to see. Or be unable to unsee. Anyway, male strippers have interesting jobs. It seems like they make a lot of money but I’m not sure how well they make out hourly when you throw in all the hours they have to spend waxing and tanning and working out. I really wanted to ask the guy about that but pestering him about his extensive grooming habits seemed weird and probably rude. I did ask him if he was in a union and he said no. That was about the extent of my conversation with him.
So, what else is new…the funnel spider by the mailbox is still there and has been joined by a female funnel spider. That’s pretty exciting. I hope things work out between them and they find a nice place outside to lay their eggs. Tomorrow I think I’m going to finish up a project for the wedding. Aaron wants his four groomsmen to be wearing lavender colored flaming eyeball cufflinks. They’re similar to the ones worn in the movie “A Clockwork Orange” except they’re lavender instead of blue and they’re on fire. Boys rarely ask me to make jewelry for them so when they do I have to. They’ll be neat.
I’ve got a slew of weekend social engagements coming up in the next few weeks. Thinking about them makes me tired. Some of them are pretty up in the air, like, am I washing a pole barn on Saturday or am I entertaining visiting relatives? Both are perfectly worthwhile activities though I’m leaning toward the relative entertaining because that doesn’t involve washing a pole barn. I don’t know. I guess I’ll just let you know what’s going on as things come up.
I’m still here
I’m just sitting here eating a bag of tiny carrots. Not all week or anything, just for the past hour or so. Haven’t been spending a lot of time inside because of the outstanding weather. Last week I was kinda sick, yadda yadda yadda, time goes by. Yup. More blogs soon.
insert your own literary reference
We went to a shrimp boil at a minor league ball game last night. Madison Mallards vs. The Woodchucks (from somewhere). That’s a slice of hometown Americana for you. Like everything else I attend, this was a little treat for vendors, such as people who work for The Great Dane, since their beer is sold at the ball park. Always with the Great Dane and the treats.
Baseball is a little slow for me but minor league baseball is pretty entertaining cause they’ve got a lot of weird stuff between innings to look at. Also, there are funnel cakes for sale. So it’s dinner and a show. We had a good time.
But back to the above photo…Kafka is a relief pitcher who warmed up on and off in front of us during the game. We talked to him a little and he seemed like a nice fellow. I was dying to come up with some obscure literary reference involving Kafka and baseball or team sports or throwing things but my lack of familiarity with Kafka and his work prevented me from doing so. Shucks! Next best thing, I captured the moment on digital whozits so I could throw it out to you guys. Maybe one of you book-types can come up with a caption…like…”Now batting for The Existentialists…” something like that. Write it in the comment area. Just for fun. My fun. I’m not offering a prize incentive because I don’t really expect anyone to do this. Just because I’m not offering one doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be one if someone came up with something really clever.
beer shows and stuff
Hello everyone. Beer fest is over! Yay! As always, it was an excellent time. I went with Erika and her fiancee Aaron. Social engagements are good. Know what we saw a lot of this year–kids. Like, children…little ones. That didn’t seem like such a hot idea to me. Even though adults at this event are remarkably well behaved, it seems like someone could accidentally fall on a kid pretty easily. Kids like to dart around. And the people at this event have pretty slow reaction times. They might not even notice it if they fell on a small one. Fortunately, nothing like that happened. It was all good.
Aaron made a pizza when he got home.
It’s curly like a taco shell. It looks like he followed the same recipe we did after the beer fest in ’05 (which is: put pizza in oven then either leave or fall asleep). The pure carbon pizza we made that day is no stranger to the blog. It’s still sitting in our living room. So is this one, now. Erika brought it over to our house.
Speaking of America’s couple, Erika and Aaron are getting married next month. This is the closest I’ve been to another person who is planning a big wedding. (I was a part of my own wedding but there wasn’t really any planning involved.) That’s a lot of work, wedding planning for hundreds of people. Count me out of that one.
Here’s something funny–Don is performing the wedding ceremony, bringing the beer and playing in the band. He likes to help, that guy. Here’s something else that’s funny: the ceremony is being held on a mound in Aztalan State Park because Aaron wants to get married on an energy vortex. Aaron has talked about this vortex thing for a while. I hope we’re on the right mound ’cause I don’t want to end up in hell or anything.
So that’s the next big event and it’s not for a while. Plenty of time to plan out what we’re going to tie to the back of their truck after the ceremony. That pizza is definitely going on there.
all my vermin
Since the store is closed and I no longer have to worry about enticing people inside I’ve been letting the store front web over. Kinda starting a spider farm. There’s so many really pesty bugs down here you’re just screwing yourself over time and energy wise by ridding your storefront of spider webs. Downtown spiders are my chums.
So last week I noticed this kinda cool, tube shaped web on my outside window sill just above my mailbox. I think that little brown spider in the picture made it. Since it’s so close to the mailbox I thought it would be cute to put a little sign above the web for the postal carrier to get a kick out of. Also I thought the sign might keep the postal carrier from whacking the spider inadvertently or on purpose. I really wanted to keep that spider around since he or she is such a prolific web builder and is doing such a good job catching bugs.
Like a lot of times when I try or help to assist nature, I think this is going to come back to figuratively bite me on the ass. The web is growing considerably-it’s all over the top of the mailbox now– and today I noticed what looks like the remains of the little brown spider, legs mostly, all wrapped up in the web. There’s a much larger brown spider in it’s place. He is fast, too. No getting a picture of him.
Even though I loves me the spiders, the size of the web and the speed at which the new spider loco-motes is creeping me out just a little bit
when I go to pick up my mail. I guess it gives me pause more than creeps me out. (I know spiders aren’t like house centipedes who will jump on you and run around willy nilly for no reason at all.) No, what gives me pause about this situation is that it harkens back to a day, specifically, December 14, 2006
(you have to scroll and find-it’s on the old timey blog), when I learned that the post office had been withholding my mail for several months because my mailbox “decorations” were freaking them out. Why must I test my postal carriers so? I don’t wake up wanting to test them but THERE ISN’T ANYTHING ELSE TO DO. At least now I have a situation to watch develop. And so do you.