Ft. McPherson is so close to us that we can hear taps and revelie if we happen to be outside or have the windows open at the right times. One of my smoking buddies lives on base there. There are four or five news helicopters hovering over it that I can see from the yard of Rancho North. And on my walk with Angel, one of the 'copters joining the pack passed and hovered over us so close that someone from the helicopter could've tossed a rock and hit us.

Oh yeah, and the former DeKalb County Sherriff has been indicted for the murder of the last sheriff-elect, who was planning to reform the department.

Geez.

Well, at least we've got some explanation for the crematorium situation. Betty Bowers has the scoop. That explains a lot. I especially like how when you go to her main site, it says "Lording" instead of "loading" when the graphics are coming up. Take the time to explore the site a little bit if this sort of humor entertains you.

I really liked this story about porn again Christians, too.

Okay. Angel is pulling sticks of wood out of our tinder box and starting to shred them, so I'd better go pay some attention to her. Last Saturday night, Deb brought home steaks and an artichoke as a treat dinner for us. I set up the little table in front of the couch where Angel was reclining and put down the bowl for the artichoke leaves and the dish of melted butter inside it. I observed Angel and her apparent lack of interest for a couple of seconds. I decided it was okay to leave her long enough to go get my plate from the kitchen. Grouse would laugh at my naivete. Within seconds I heard a big "tump" from the living room. There was garlic and lime butter on the rug, on the couch, and on the dog. Now I call her Butterneck.

Really got to go now. She's getting enthusiastic with the roughage.

Moving on - 12:11 p.m. , 2007-08-14

Where the hell have I been? - 12:10 p.m. , 2007-02-19

Holy shit! - 2:24 p.m. , 2006-01-11

Stuffing recipe - 6:17 p.m. , 2005-12-13

Good Life Update - 10:22 a.m. , 2005-11-11