June 2013

Spent a nice evening

with Jim of Smoke on the Water and his lovely lady, one of those women who has an accent that ordinarily makes me want to just take out my wallet and hand it over. I had met them both before at Kim DuToit’s blogmeet/shoot, but we were all notoriously damp at the time. it was nice to spend a quiet evening together before they had to go off to do their business.

I took them to Klas, which thankfully is still open, and they didn’t actually die nor show signs of illness, so I guess it was OK. Jim footed the bill, so I figured the least I could do is drive them through the “Real” Chicago- the junkyards, the hood, the real shitholes that truly embody the windy city. We did drive around downtown and went through the Mile so they could see what they might want to think about doing in the ayem.

I would imagine they’re swearing out the restraining order right about now.

Nice.

See all the shit in the news about Syria?

have you seen anything at ALL about Wingnuthead’s 100 million dollar African vacation?

I figured you hadn’t.

Doe. A deer. A female deer.

Laid down amidst the felled branches last night and we think gave birth. The rut was late last year so the timing is right. Not the first time we’ve had a spotted visitor.

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