Rainbow Sherbet

I don’t really have anything to say. I’m just checking in. There is no theme here, no connecting tissue, no underlying thread. Just a bunch of clashing flavors, leaving you somehow satisfied and unfulfilled at once, vaguely disdainful of your decision to partake, wishing you had instead just gotten the grape snow cone like you wanted in the first place…

I was in Kirksville for another series of battles with Ghost Ninja Demon Fairy Truck Driver, this time without the assistance of the Captain and the Amazing Brando (geez, most of my blog is in code these days). I helped paint a house for half an afternoon and was paid in beer.

I’ll be house-sitting in Columbia for the better part of the next seven days, too, leading almost right up to the time when I will leave for Kansas City for a weekend. It seems that I get around.

When I’m sticking around home, though, I resent that I have to come here to Dairy Queen just to use my laptop. I’m not a huge fan of ice cream, and fast food is always a bad idea. Soda? I don’t need soda. I drink coffee in the mornings, and soda is just carbonation and sugar—two things I don’t really like in the first place. Nah, I never was much of a sweet tooth. I prefer the salty goodness of children’s tears.

In other news, we dug up the old pedal boat from the barn and set it out on the irrigation lake. It has a motor, too, so it’ll be good for chilling out on the relatively scenic water.

July is coming to a close. July is one of my favorite months of the year if for no other reason than the awesome thunderstorms. In the Midwest, July is when you get epic thunderstorms. It seems like every other day there’s a brilliant display of multicolored clouds in the distance. You can see the storm from top to bottom, from the blue-gray smear of rainfall to the sun-silhouetted upper echelons, a wall of brilliant purple strobe light everywhere in-between.

But soon we’ll be in the dog days of summer, the oppressive August heat that makes you want to do nothing but stay inside and play video games. And then school starts, and I’ll probably go back to subbing for the nightmare-carnival that is junior high school. But for now, I have a couple of good weekends lined up.

I still cannot shake the feeling that the past two years of my life were stolen from me. That’s the only way I can describe the feeling. In order to compensate (though the quest for reparations would only end in more time lost to its futility), I am going to have to amp up the epic-ness whenever I can.

I have no time for idiots, though they continue to take it from me.