So I guess it's once again time to succumb to peer pressure and write another entry. I suppose it's inevitable; I just wish I remembered all the ideas I'd had over the previous weeks when I wait a long time like this. I should ask the same of all of you, save Sabra (because she's trying to stop), and DD, because she needs to write less, but with more grammar and punctuation. "LOL" is not a punctuation mark.
I suppose I could talk about the fact that it's the aniversary of my birth or something like that. At least what they tell me. My mother even claims to have been there, but how am I supposed to trus that. Whatever the case, I made it out with tons of swag, including 3 DDR sound tracks, three volumes of ROD tv, the Armitage III lunchbox (which I'd always wanted just for the lunch box but never told anyone), a wall scroll (Belldandy, Urd and Skuld!), and a 50ft. LAN cable (though I needed a LAN cable, this still makes my dad a cheap ass considering that's all he got me). Jamie is taking me out to a Vegas show that I'd never heard of, and oh yes, by brother bought me a Magic booster box. And entire booster box. You can't find those things for less than eighty bucks, folks.
So yeah, I made out with loot. Lots of loot. That booster box is going towards a draft or two...
You should all go here and download the song. You'll appreciate it, especially if you know the slightest bit about the Legend of Zelda games. Jamie says she's allowed to have sex with a singer named Josh Groban should she ever get the chance, off of the sound of his voice alone. Well, here's my counterpart. Jamie will want to have sex with her too, once she hears the woman's voice.
So since I can't think of anything else topical for the day to write about, I'll tell a story.
Homedale Idaho is a pretty ordinary small town. Republican, stupid, borderline inbred, and located in a fantastic climate. It's my contention that all the retarted communities form in the best climates because the inhabitants never had to use their brains for more than farming and building basic shelters, but this isn't about the lack of natural selection in amiable weather.
It's about a couple that lived in such a climate, and by extension, such a town. They lovingly raised eight children there and went to church every Sunday as a family. The couple were, for part of their livelyhood, the church's gardeners. They'd work every day at least a few hours, pruning rose bushes, watering the lawns (because at the time, sprinklers weren't so common yet), trimming trees, lanscaping and the like. They proudly boasted the most beautiful gardens and lawns in the entire state, rivalling Boise's temple. The community, mostly Mormon, was proud to have the couple in their fold. It was the pride of the town.
The couple worked dilligently for many years, keeping the church clean, their children helping after school. Many days they would be the first people there in the morning and the ones to lock their door on the way out late at night. They had in fact done this for so many years, that they were called to the temple's office, by one of the deacons. After thirty years in service of the church, a person is elligeable for retirement benefits. But the couple was not recieving a retirement, instead the deacon explained to them that they were under investigation for theft at work. The deacon said that the church had eyewitnesses, but would rather not pursue legal prosecution, but the couple was still fired and scolded for such misbehavior. Of course, nothing actually had been stolen from the church property.
The church hired a lawn maintenance company to take care of the church after that. Once a week, two men in orange suits would spend a few hours mowing the lawn. The trees were ignored, and the rose bushes were taken out, taking too much effort to mantain.