I can sort of understand when it's a trim girl, though even then I'd rather the pants cover their butt properly, and I don't mind the midriffs and shorts of summer, but walking down the street when I glimpse a girl squeezed into low rise jeans two sizes too small and her butt crack showing I ask myself "Why?" Then I wonder if they know. Surely, walking with a couple of her friends beside her, they must notice. And if there's a boyfriend among the group, surely he must. But is it that they don't dare to tell her, risking being labeled as "mean", or that they or she think it's fine, sexy even? I know there are some things a person can't or are difficult to change about their appearance, so it'd be rude to criticize them for it, but when a friend's crack is showing, I think it's appropriate to let them know.

Maybe this a fashionable trend I didn't hear of. New in Paris and London: butt crack!

Dear lord, I hate dial up!!! I nap between page loading.

They say necessity is the mother of invention. Well, boredom is the mother of consumerism. With dial up and only local the local stations -- I miss the puppies and kitties. -- I find myself giving into her Wii Madness. Lucky for me, I can't find one now. Before I left the Northwest, we actually saw one in a game store, and I passed it by, but now there is not a one to be found. Fate doesn't want me to have one, so there!

Today was otherwise uneventful, although, struck by a random doughnut craving, I did take headlesspuppet out for Krispy Kreme. Later this week we'll be going to the caverns and maybe hiking up a mountain. Yes you heard me right, HIKING. MOUNTAIN.

Ya no puede caminar
Porque le falta, porque no tiene
Marihuana que fumar.

From the cool, damp early summer of the northwest I've gone to the hot and dry southwest. Once again I'm in Texas, dealing with the wonderful thing that is dial up, but this time I'm not alone; I've got company, strange company. Very strange company. That company is now sitting on my couch, playing with a recorder (the instrument) and a kazoo, blowing through the small end, I should add.

So far we've not done much. The truck battery needed a jump, so Friday evening was spent sweeping up the house and mopping a bit, then checking the sprinklers outside and doing a bit of dusting to make the place a bit more comfortable. Today a family friend stopped by to give me a jumpstart -- the battery is fine now -- and we went for lunch, shopped a bit, then had dinner and saw an evening performance at McKelligon Canyon Amphitheater that lasted until 11pm. headlesspuppet will probably post the pictures later. Unfortunately, we have only one blurry shot of the performance itself, and, perhaps even more unfortunately, it's not of naked-butt-deer-man*.

But what the real highlight of the evening was when I spotted a roach in the living room -- Don't freak out, though. Roaches in the house are not unusual here. -- She smooshed it... WITH HER BARE FOOT. Now roaches don't reduce me to a squealing quivering fool (anymore) but I don't like the "pop" sound they make when I kill them with a shoe, much less with a bare foot. The next few minutes I spent vocalizing a nice, loud, "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!"

P.S. Now she's just sitting there giggling to herself. O_o I think she's un poco loco.


* One segment portrayed a native American hunt, with one dancer wearing a deer headpiece and and outfit that appeared to show off his buttcheeks.