Back In Blechh

Nothing like arriving at home, realizing that you forgot to put a parking pass in the car, and then having to foot a $450 towing/storage bill.

Then again, our new TV arrived while I was away, so I’m now posting this while sitting in front of 62″ of high-definition glory. Tragically, I no longer have any excuse for not purchasing an Xbox 360 and a subscription to Xbox Live. This means that Captain Terror will finally get what he’s been asking Santa for going on two years: a serious online beatdown courtesy of yours truly.

As for the trip, I had an excellent time. After being assured that next year’s visit will come after the house is wired for broadband, I can say with all confidence that I’ll truly enjoy going up there for many years to come. There’s something to be said about being able to take a walk for miles and not encounter another human being, just for a little while. My sister and I decided to traverse the mountain that encompasses a large portion of the property, which was no easy task. It’s a fairly steep incline that consists mainly of loose terrain, pokey trees and jagged rocks. Thankfully, there’s a fire road that leads back down the damned thing, otherwise I would have had to murder my sibling and use her corpse as a makeshift sled. Here are a couple of pictures so you can get the basic idea.

So just imagine me, whatever you think I look like, peering down upon all creation with contempt. The place is pretty amazing, but if you’re not the kind of person who can stand peace, quiet, and non-city living (my girlfriend discovered that she is definitely not) then this is a vacation filled with excruciating boredom and anxiety. For a guy who is excruciatingly bored and anxious back home, it was a welcome change of pace for a few days. Next time I hope to use a lot more of the destructive machinery lying around the farm, (is it a farm if they don’t grow or raise a damned thing?) before I become too old to truly enjoy the simple pleasures of chainsawing the bejeezus out of everything in sight.

…oh, and here’s the TV. I don’t expect I’ll move much this week.

You never really appreciate softcore porn until you’ve seen those boobies rendered at 150% of their real life size.