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Taken around dinnertime today in our backyard:

5:37 PM, May 29th, 2010 - Wet Whiskery Budding Poppy

There are lots more poppies in this part of Washington than where I grew up and my favorites are the huge salmon-colored ones, like the one above just starting to unfurl. I’ve had my eye on it the past week or so; it’s the only one we have in our yard, and like everything else in our yard seems to be there by accident.

It’s Memorial Day weekend, which is a big ole get-drunk-for-three-days kind of deal to most people, which is a small part of why I’ve been celebrating the drizzle for the past five days and the forecast for five more days of the same. Because I’m a disapproving asshole who hates the way most people celebrate this holiday and the way they don’t appreciate (and even resent) the rain. Where we live the rain hasn’t been the kind that would ruin doing stuff outside; it’s the perfect kind that invites people like me outside into it while the other kinds of assholes avoid it.

But I haven’t gone out in it the way I wish I could would. We have too much work to do. I know not much of it seems to be showing up, but I have *great* beginnings on so much of it! And then I run out of steam or have to divert my steam to starting something else. We did shoot and post this video for members to jack off to and I hope to post another one tomorrow. We have to shoot as much content as possible before Delia’s surgery and also try to promote our sites so we can actually make sales. Not a lot of time left for other stuff without mind loss, but I have spent time looking out the windows. It’s been beautifully and consistently overcast without constant rain so the birds are still active and I can gaze outside without a bunch of glaring sunshine giving me a headache.

While I drove home from the store today I wound up behind some drunk jackass in a giant, perfectly-clean pickup truck, weaving all over the road in both lanes and the shoulder. I just laid on the horn, like “hooooooooooooooooonk . . . . hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonk” for five blocks at 25 miles per hour. It was a meaningless gesture of hatred: a fortuitous opportunity to express some of my distaste for the world. I actually laughed when I read the “breaking news” that BP’s “top kill” approach failed. Did anybody honestly think that would work anyway? Whatever.

On other news of the day: I love watching Dennis Hopper movies, but as a human being he’s NOT somebody I looked up to in an off-screen kind of way. I mean, YES, I may fantasize about a threesome with me, Paul Newman and Dennis Hopper in their primes, but in real life Dennis Hopper probably deserves to be ass-raped all the way to hell and back. Google “Roman Polanski” and “Dennis Hopper” if you want to know ONE reason why.

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Shit. I really just wanted to post a pretty picture of a flower and write about how sweet the wet grass feels swishing around my ankles but alas . . . my attitude took a turn for the worse this evening and it makes me feel a little better to leach out some of the poison. It sucks because after writing a post like this I feel relief and am able to see and let go of some of my negative emotions, but by preserving them on my blog I’m probably making other people’s days feel ugly when they came here to feel GOOD. On the other hand, I know a lot of people are feeling depressed and helpless so

Okay, this isn’t going anywhere and I have two choices: delete or publish. And since I haven’t been posting much I’m just going to hit publish because posting something crappy is better than posting nothing as long as I don’t make it a long streak of crappy posts which reminds me: do you know what happens if you eat too many cashews? We covered up the spycams in the bedroom temporarily when we got an eyeful of the orange oil slick on the mattress. It didn’t smell, it just looked like someone spilled taco grease on the bed.

JUST LOOK AT THE FLOWER AND IGNORE ALL OF THE REST! The flower is real, its greens are whiskery, and the raindrops are like the most perfect drops of fake acrylic water to make it look more real and taking pictures of stuff that looks so real that it looks like the best fake is what nature photography is all about! blah blah blah accepting hugs now.

Speaking of raindrops and Paul Newman, did you know that Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Easy Rider are, like, the same movie and came out the same year? So envisioning having sexual relations with Paul Newman and Dennis Hopper at the same time isn’t really random at all.

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