The novelty of the wide-ass television is wearing off. I'm no longer fascinated by watching four different stations at once. No matter how fantastic the tv is it still can't make daytime programming interesting. You should see Smallville on it, though. Yowza!

We went over to my parent's house yesterday. It was about 70° F and sunny. Mom made indian tacos for lunch and Padre told us off-colour jokes all afternoon. We got to hear all about my uncle who is 43 and returning to the dating pool, only to (once again) realize how limited the prospects are in North Dakota. The population of the whole state is 634,448 (2001 census estimate). Jeebus. It's one of the few states with negative population growth. Kudos to my parents for moving us the hell out of there right after I was born.

A lot of journals/blogs/websites feature a cast of characters so new readers can quickly jump into the game of "peeking into someone's life without having to hide in the bushes outside their window." I want to make one of these, but I don't want to sit down and do it all at once. So today I'll start with a brief description of my parents:

Mom & Dad - Truck drivers. Harley riders. Mom collects dolls and tends to her amazing rose garden. Dad collects vehicles and watches the History channel. One or the other makes sure to call me every day. Mom calls to ask about my health and to tell me about something one of her innumerable cousins did. Dad calls for computer help and to bitch about their neighbors or the world in general. A typical conversation with Dad usually begins with him saying "I'm about to throw this fucking computer out the goddamn window!" Mom is a petite redhead who likes to rollerblade & smoke, usually at the same time. Dad is a bald, stocky guy who likes to ride around their back field on his Kubota tractor and cuss at things, usually at the same time. Mom likes ballet. Dad likes country music. They both like Elvis. They each have a chihuahua. Mom's is a fat, good natured old dog named Carley Davidson. Dad's is a tiny, evil creature deceptively called Cricket. Every week she bites either Mom or Dad. They don't seem to mind.

Tomorrow I'll write about my brother or my in-laws. Or Johnny Rzeznik. He should be in my cast.

little pictures in my head turning inside out again
cause fucking up takes practice... I feel I'm well rehearsed

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Posted by advair @ 01/17/2005 04:18 AM CST