Sunday, August 22, 2004

Our power is gone … again! “It was like watching a train wreck being hit by lightning in the middle of a hurricane while it was going over a cliff – only worse.” –the brothers garcia
Last night, we woke up because the power went out again. We had a royal panic attack that it was still really early enough that Inuyasha or Wolf’s Rain was on (unlike everyone else, we go to bed at a reasonable hour and tape our anime), so we were fumbling around like mad, in the dark, trying to find our watch (which has indiglo). When we finally found it, we were so relived it was 4:00 am! Trigun was over! YAY! See, the ‘rents are okay with OCD resetting of the VCR anytime before 10:30 pm, but after is a nono. Actually, taping TVPG shows, especially ones that air after midnight is probably a nono, but we’re not gonna find out.

A Synopsis of the Ride Home from NY

Oneonta to Howe Caverns: Rainy, but fine

Howe Caverns to Mass Pike: Rainy, but fine

Mass Pike to within 5 miles of the house: Rainy and thunderstorm leftovers, but fine

Williams Street (within about 5 miles of home): Four policemen are milling about, and they tell us to detour as a tree has fallen

Arnold Street: Has a tree down, we are again detoured

South Street: Discovered a new down tree, detoured

Luke Street: Can’t take it because it is under construction yet again, detoured

Lake Street: Fine

Our Street: Sign: “Road Closed. Bay State Pipeline.”

Jencks Street, where we can loop around to the house: Construction crew dealing with down tree turns us around

Our Street: We took it anyway. Thank the Lord tornadoes aren’t normal.


You should really have seen the telephone poles and trees. It was nuts.

Souvenir of the Trip: a reproduction poster, titled “Phrenology Illustrated,” mapping out the different parts of your head as seen by phrenologists. Phrenology is a really funny concept to us, and we got a kick out of that.

Argh. We taped 10 Things I Hate About You on Tuesday, and when we popped it in today, we got to the part when that boy is in the guidance office at the beginning (about 2 minutes in, right after the opening credits and Julia Stiles drives in to school and tears down the prom poster), it started this high humming noise, and as it turns out, the tape is fried. Ihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. We love that movie!


Daddy, dictating a press release for the farm cuz Mother was too tired: The farm is run by name of aunt*, her husband, *name of uncle*, his sister, *name of mother*, and a variety of lowlifes.

Mother: Don’t group *name of … us* with the lowlifes!

Seriously, the other workers there is this guy who camps in their backyard, this girl with some serious disorder of the responsibility organs who is so darned peppy from her meds, this chick who lives to make out with her boyfriend and cannot be trusted to touch vegetables or return from lunch, this guy who we don’t see what’s wrong with, other than a few of those weirdo genes from his brother, and there used to be a group of Asian guys who we don’t know anything about because they don’t speak English and got hired through an agency. But the current group? Yeah, lowlifes. They used to have the Asian guys and a few nice weirdos, but it's all downhill from there, we guess ...
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