So, on my dives to work I get to observe all kinds of fun stuff. Like dead racoons. I was always under the impression that racoons were clever, but I guess they aren't that clever, as they seem to get run over quite often. One dead racoon in particular was interesting as it was intact (ie: not strewn all over the place) and day by day you could see it getting more and more bloated. This poor coon got to be HUGE. It was like a furry ballon. I couldn't help but think of it suddenly exploding, like something out of a Looney Tunes cartoon. *KABLAM*! I don't know if that actually happened though. Over the weekend it either popped or deflated or did whatever dead bloated racoons do, as come monday morning it was just a thin flat scap 'o stuff.
My morning commute is so much more entertaining than it was in LA.
There are a bunch of rabbits in my neighborhood. Little brown ones, with short ears. I think that is really cool.
Funny things are afoot with the blogs. I dunno what or why yet. Fooey. Are me and Vicki the only ones seeing it? Aparenty so... It seems to work (from work anyway). So I guess it's something to do with the fact that we're at the ass end of a 56k dial up. I so miss broadband. It's a good thing I have fast access at work.
We just had a tornado warning at work. Everyone went into the middle part of the building (it's a big building) and sat around for 10 minutes, then we got the all clear and are back at work. I much prefere earthquakes.
So this morning we had severe thunderstorms (actually we'll most likely have them all day). So there I was driving to work, listening to Propagandhi, while all around me is lightning and thunder and rain. But the really funny thing is that I had the AC in my car on since it's so damn hot. Only people from California can appreciate just how strange it is to be in the rain and have it be really hot.
"Knowledge will forever govern ignorance, and a people who mean to be their own governors, must arm themselves with the power knowledge gives. A popular government without popular information or the means of acquiring it, is but a prologue to a farce or a tragedy or perhaps both."
- James Madison (Fourth President of the United States)