Last night I made a trip out to the Wyandotte County Fair. That was quite a disappointing experience. I went out in hopes of finding some quality junk to buy. It turns out that no one goes out there any more, so instead of being the crappy redneck lovefest that it used to be, it's now just a breeding ground for republican nuts to hand out brochures and pamphlets on the danger of the growing liberal movement to their brethren that have made their way out for the demolition derby. All I wanted was to buy a cheap weapon of some sort (it's been a year or so since I last bought something pointy) and maybe some crappy music or video games for cheap. No luck.
Recently Mother Earth has lost all sense of what season it is, at least in the Midwest anyway. The drive in to work this morning felt like it ought to be the drive home in mid-October. Barely 70 degrees, a strange batch of thick, yet hazy clouds meandering across the sky, a light rain like a small boy pissing into the wind atop an overpass. I've been loving every moment of it, enjoying any reprieve I can get from the usually sweltering 95 to 100 degree heat we typically endure.
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