I have pooped 3 time today already.

It's 85 degrees out, but the heat index is 93.

"They" say it will get to 93 today, meaning the heat index will be about 100.

My a/c seems to be working, so I am happy.

Perhaps I will get some cleaning done today after all.

Around 5pm I woke up from a nap to see that there was a tornado warning going on, and it was strange because the sun was still poking through.

The storm was tracking right towards me, and I'll just say, after herding three cats into their carriers and making two trips to get them and me into the basement, which you have to go outside, into the sheets of rain, to access from the second floor of the house where I live, I feel like I can survive ten tornadoes.

There were apparently funnel cloud sightings within a few miles of me, but no confirmed touchdowns.

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My parents, my girlfriend and I were driving through a crappy part of Edinburgh this afternoon when three young men ran across the road. One was shirtless, one was holding a wooden truncheon and all three of them were bleeding from the head and face. We surmised that they were the losing half of a fight in a nearby pub. Having said that, we didn't see the other guys.

whitetrash wrote:I have pooped 3 time today already.

"it's ok to be proud, but now you're just showing off."

This weekend is the first time I've had an entire living space to myself in as long as I can remember. (I'm in Minneapolis right now and my buddy Bill -- a great guy -- and his wife, they gave me the keys to their house in Northeast before leaving town.) Eventhough Helmet is playing for free tonight and there's plenty going on here, I would like very much to remain alone inside this house indefintiely. I'm not the least bit bored or unhappy. Can't tell you how refreshing it feels to have zero interruptions for a change. (Even meeting an old good friend for lunch today seemed like an imposition considering how much I enjoy the peace of mind I feel when left entirely alone with nothing to disturb me.) The unknown "out there" barely interests me now. Living in a truly urban area, like the place I call home Out East, almost seems unneccessary to me -- at this very moment I'm having trouble justifying all the fuss one generally has to put up with in such settings. I wonder, is it really worth it? Part of me can't help but think that I'm only living in the city during my youth so as to be able to justify not living in the city when I'm older.

Anyway, I just turned to my right and happened to notice a book that my friend owns called Russian Criminal Tattoo Encyclopedia Volume II. This book has a lot of pictures and a fair number of them are of skinny-but-tough-as-nails Russian folk you would never wanna fuck with.

My dog went into the garden, picked a ripe golden tomato off the vine and proceeded to eat it while looking at us.

The best part was when she put the whole thing into her mouth and bit down, juices streaming out of her snoot all over the sidewalk. She was about to eat another but I made her stop.

This dog just loves tomatoes, one time she grabbed 8 of them off the counter and ate 'em all in one sitting.

dontfeartheringo wrote:I posted this on the "What instrument do you play?" thread, but can't stop thinking about it, so I am reposting it here:

I just bought these:

Perhaps I have lost my mind, but I think they're gorgeous. They have prehistoric mosquitoes stuck in them as well.

I realize that vistas don't record that well, and I am prepared to drag my old Radio Kings out of the closet for recording. The Radio Kings are gorgeous old drums from the 1950s and they sounds lovely, but they're not really appropriate for daily touring and stuff. I'd hate to lose a gorgeous old set like that to some drunk stage-diver kid falling on them.

Don't tell my band. I am going to surprise them at the big Devilneck Metalfest this weekend.

i remember you talking about them on gabbly the other week. i am happy for you.

remember drums sound best when you hit them as hard as you can.

So I'm house/cat-sitting in Edgewater, and this morning I walked to Granville and over to the lake and discovered the Dawghaus. It's a Park District concession stand and sandwich shop, but the best part is that it's right on the lake.

I've been in foraging-mode for the past couple of days, thus far have foraged plums for plum and almond cake (no almonds foraged sadly), damsons for zwetschgenkuchen and apples and blackberries for blackberry and apple pie.