More Boobies

Because it's Friday. And on that note, I'm off on the road for the weekend to go play on the Animas river.

The Spying Game

The Russian spy story has felt strangely out of time, like a piece of cold war nostalgia. It's interest that in "a spy swap", the Russians had four spies in custody to trade back to us. Nobody seems to be talking about our spying.

A Day At The Ballgame

Odd how things line up sometimes. Infrequent poster Zymurgian needed a ride to the airport this evening, which I reluctantly agreed to provide. I have absolutely no enthusiasm for driving to Phoenix in July, but I'm willing to make a sacrifice to help a friend.
Then I got offered two tickets to today's Diamondbacks-Cubs game. Suddenly, the trip became much more appealing. So Zymurgian and I are off to enjoy a nice afternoon of baseball before I drop him at the airport.

Happy Independence Day

Celebrating 234 years this Fourth of July. Throw some animal parts on a grill, consume large quantities of beer, and once you've got a proper buzz, blow up some shit.
Well, not me. No fireworks here on our mountain (scroll down to prior posts if you have any doubts as to why) as the fire danger is way too high. Which is a bit sad, as I love to blow things up. I made my own fireworks when I lived in Washington and California, mortars that rivaled professional stadium pyrotechnics. But only an idiot would unleash even a minor spark around here.
I do intend to grill some animal parts with my neighbor/friend, but we try to do that most every Sunday, so it's not a truly celebratory grilling. And there will be beer.
Have fun, y'all!


And here's the Declaration of Independence read aloud on NPR's "Morning Edition."