Is eBay dying?

A tipping point?

A French court ordered eBay to pay more than $61 million to a high-end fashion company Monday because counterfeit goods were sold on the auction site.

eBay hasn’t had good press in years.  Buyers get ripped off constantly and are finding better alternatives.

Craigslist is mainstream, believe it or not.  I’m shocked at how many people in their 50s and 60s use craigslist, but have never used eBay.  This is a terrible sign for eBay and a great sign for consumers.  You’re less likely to get ripped off in a face-to-face transaction.  Both parties save time and money on shipping and waiting for delivery.  If I held eBay stock, I would slap myself for being dumb and immediately sell my holdings.

Lemonade Tea

If you haven’t done it, mix one part lemonade with one part iced tea.  The Arnold Palmer.  Delicious.  I haven’t tried it with vodka yet, but it’s on the to-do list. 

Wikipedia:

There are five alcoholic variations. The first, known as the “Tom Arnold“, consists of the original iced-tea/lemonade mixture, with vodka added. Another variation, the “John Daly“, contains 1¼ oz citrus vodka, ¼ oz triple sec, topped off with ½ lemonade and ½ iced tea. The third variation is referred to as the “Dirty Palmer.” This drink consists of 2/3 Arnold Palmer and 1/3 Sailor Jerry Rum. The “Hard Arnold” or “Stiff Palmer” is equal parts of Mike’s Hard Lemonade and Twisted Tea (most common in the US Midwest). Finally, adding a shot of Amaretto, such as Disaronno, is called an “Arnold Palmer Senior.”

Okay, I’ll need to try the Dirty Palmer too.  Sailor Jerry makes any drink better.

Thanks to The Prewitt for help on this post.

Immigration, a weak dollar, a Wii Fit

George Will thinks our immigration policy keeps good people out of the United States.

Two-thirds of doctoral candidates in science and engineering in U.S. universities are foreign-born. But only 140,000 employment-based green cards are available annually, and 1 million educated professionals are waiting — often five or more years — for cards. Congress could quickly add a zero to the number available, thereby boosting the U.S. economy and complicating matters for America’s competitors.

I agree with George.

Changing it would be best for this country, but the public is so dumb about immigration it won’t happen in an election year.  Maybe Americans won’t tolerate immigrants having jobs outside of landscaping and fast food.

The weak dollar is the perfect opportunity to bring smart people here.  Foreign tourists already take advantage of a high exchange rate to buy things at a discount in the United States.

Nintendo is a good example.  It’s still hard to locate a Wii.  It’s even harder to find a Wii Fit.  Europe received four times the number of Wii Fit units as the United States.

“We’re seeing companies ignore their largest market simply because they can make a greater profit elsewhere.” You don’t need to be a revered industry analyst to notice that — the title, which sells for $90 in the U.S., is speedily selling for the equivalent of $140 in Europe.

A weak dollar allows immigrants to move here cheaply and afford a good standard of living.  We could use some cash in this country, and I hear we even have a couple houses without tenants.

The United States scares people away with its travel and immigration policies.  People bitch about jobs going overseas, but we have done a terrible job growing science and engineering brains here.  Immigration made this country.  It could help fix it.  I hope we get some more sense on the subject soon.

By the way, if you hate Walmart, you might want to think about who keeps our prices where they are, when a diminished dollar could have horrifying effects.  McDonald’s is still cheap, too.  Stop pissing on these companies.  Oh, and some dude lost 85 pounds eating at McDonald’s.  Bow to him, Subway Jared.

A dangerous two inches of polo

Kansas City is giving the Kansas City Power and Light District a much-deserved scolding for its dress code, perceived by many as racist.

The one time I went to the meat market district, we stood in line for twenty minutes to get into a bar.  A bouncer approached a black guy behind me and told him to tuck in his polo if he wanted in.  I was wearing an untucked polo too, but I guess it didn’t hang far enough below my belt to qualify for profiling; the black guy’s polo hung about two inches lower than mine.  Who knows what kind of weaponry could lurk behind those two inches?

A lot of things bother me about the Power and Light District, but that place better find more clever ways to keep black people away – I suggest more Manilow in the clubs.  I can’t believe they thought they could get away with this.

A waste of gas

Dumbass:

A German man doused his BMW with gasoline and torched it on Friday in protest at skyrocketing fuel costs, police said.

The unemployed 30-year-old man drove the black 1995 BMW 3-series sedan onto the lawn outside Frankfurt’s convention center grounds at about 7:30 a.m., police spokesman Karlheinz Wagner said.

He then jumped out, emptied a canister of gas over the vehicle, and set fire to it, Wagner said.

Next time, use flint and sticks, asswipe.

Wishing failure unto others

I hate the Yankees.  I hate how the media stroke and drool over the Yankees much more.

Every week, there’s a new Joba Chamberlain story.  I don’t know much about the guy personally, but I wish him nothing but utter failure.  I hope he has a mental or physical breakdown that ends his career.  I can’t believe I would say something so harsh about someone I’ve never met – but unjustified, never-ending hype will do that to you.

I really can’t say much more about my Yankee hatred than I did last October.

I don’t think I’d hate the Yankees nearly as much if there weren’t so many Yankees fans in Kansas City. I haven’t met too many New Yorkers in the metro, yet the number of Yankees fans at Royals games never fails to astound.

I’m not saying you must be a fan of your hometown team. But being a fan of such a spoiled organization makes you a poser, bandwagoner and probably all-around scum.

When I’m old

You won’t see me driving when I’m old.  Actually, you probably won’t see many people driving since teleportation will be so standard.  I guess I’ll have to make this hypothetical.

If I were old today, I wouldn’t drive anywhere.  I might not be aware of my elderly perception of the time/space/speed-limit continuum, but I guarantee my ass wouldn’t be driving anywhere.

First off, I’m old.  I don’t want to go anywhere.  I want to stay in my house and watch court shows.  I might watch a little news, just so I could conspire with my elderly friends on how we can best screw future generations at the voting booth – absentee ballot of course.  Hey, we’re old.  We’re going to die soon.  Today’s youths don’t understand or appreciate us.  Let’s screw em.

I don’t think any old person wants to drive anywhere.  They either have no one to get their groceries or, more likely, they are suicidal, wanting someone to plow through them during a slow creep into an intersection.  “Please, kill me now,” would be the thought.  “Dammit.  Don’t honk at me and flip me off!  You’re driving an F-350.  You could end my meaningless existence now and barely have to scrape my Taurus off your bumper.”

Young people just don’t understand.

To Marry A Predator

Robbing the cradle, legally:

Saudi marriage officiant Dr. Ahmad al-Mu’bi told Lebanese television viewers last week that it’s permissible for girls as young as 1 to marry — as long as sex is postponed.

If it weren’t for that pesky sex clause, we could count on our pedophiles leaving the United States.  Damn teases.

Great Hummer deals!

If you have no problem paying for the gas, or people vandalizing it, or everyone thinking you’re an asshole – you can get great financing on a Hummer.  I’d say Hummer dealerships will start vanishing soon.  Thank god.  This vehicle was designed for pricks – small ones.

Let’s get paranoid about Iran

Iran’s president says the United States and its allies tried to kill him when he visited Iraq, but he was too clever for them.

“Based on reliable intelligence, our enemies had plans to kidnap and kill your servant. But we intentionally made last-minute changes in our schedule.”

Israel is running scary military exercises.

Those exercises – reportedly involving about 100 fighters, tactical bombers, refueling planes and rescue helicopters – were conducted about 900 miles west of Israel’s shores in the Mediterranean. Iran’s nuclear facilities at Bushehr, Isfahan and Natanz all fall roughly within the same radius, albeit in the opposite direction. The point was not lost on Tehran, which promptly warned of “strong blows” in the event of a pre-emptive Israeli attack.

A Bushie thinks it could happen.

Former US Ambassador to the United Nations, John Bolton, said on Tuesday that he believes Israel will stage a raid against Iran’s nuclear facilities if Democratic nominee Senator Barack Obama wins the upcoming presidential elections.

“I don’t think they will do anything before our election because they don’t want to affect it. And they’d have to make a judgment whether to go during the remainder of President Bush’s term in office or wait for his successor.”

“I think if they are to do anything, the most likely period is after our elections and before the inauguration of the next President,” Bolton said in an interview with FOX News.

One Bushie is never enough.

President Bush is more likely to attack Iran if he thinks Senator Barack Obama may be elected, Weekly Standard editor Bill Kristol told FOX News Sunday morning.

Kristol added that if Senator John McCain was going to win the presidency, Bush would “think it more appropriate” to let him deal with the issue.

Here’s what the UN’s nuclear watchdog guy says.

A military strike on Iran would turn the Middle East “into a ball of fire,” said Mohamed ElBaradei, the head of the United Nations’ nuclear watchdog agency.

“In my opinion, any military strike — as I mentioned — is the worst thing that can happen now,” said ElBaradei, head of the International Atomic Energy Agency.

“It will make the Middle East turn into a ball of fire. It is a lot worse than having sanctions. A military strike will lead Iran, even if it plans today to manufacture a nuclear weapon, to establish a crash course to speed the process to have the weapon with the blessing of all Iranians, even those living in the West.”

We might need to drill off shore, after all.  I just hope it’s all bullshit posturing.  We’re screwed if it isn’t.

God dammit, George

When I saw George Carlin’s latest HBO special, “It’s Bad For Ya,” I realized George Carlin’s prime never ended.  He was still as brilliant as always, and would remain so until he died – which was to have taken place no sooner than ten years from now.

Most comics get a couple years in the spotlight before they’ve completely tapped their talent wells.  George probably had his notepad ready as he was waiting for death in the hospital yesterday.

He’s one of my biggest influences, but I’m hesitant to say so now.  By doing so, I feel like I’m pissing on Carlin’s grave.  Imagine the disgust Paul McCartney would feel upon finding out Jessica Simpson claims The Beatles as an influence.  Everyone is a hack when compared to George Carlin.

It’s an overused term for anyone who dies, but George Carlin was a legend and a national treasure.  God damn that cocksucker for dying.

The Flip Flop returns

Shit.  They’re using the term “flip flop” again.

Democrats say John McCain flip-flopped on off-shore drilling.  Republicans say Barack Obama flip-flopped on public campaign financing.

We need a flip-flop truce in this country.  Let’s recognize that reasonable people change their minds from time-to-time.  We can hold them to account when they make a habit of changing their minds depending on who is in the room.  When we need to call someone out on it, can we please call it something other than flip-flopping?

I propose we call it “being a politician.”  Give it time.  It’s catchy.

What’s so bad about sucking?

Check out how the Kansas City Star treated the latest Jose Guillen sound bite.

“We still (stink),” Guillen says. “How about that? We still (stink), simple as that. We still (stink). You got it. If you want to know the truth, you got it.”

Parentheses should never show up inside quotes, but this particular usage had me in puzzle-solving mode for a bit longer than one should usually expect from the dangerous combination of sloppy writing and stupid athletes.

I finally figured out Guillen must’ve been using the most unholy of all curse words: suck.

In my lifetime, we’ve made a good deal of progress in the War On Prudishness – side boobs and Sipowicz ass on NYPD Blue, bloodier video games and movies, unavoidable quantities of Internet smut – yet I can’t read the word “suck” in the sports section.

How does a word like “suck” get villified, while a word like “stink” becomes a clean substitute?  Unlike other legit curse words, “suck” doesn’t have an inherently nasty connotation.  In fact, “stink” has a filthier definition at its core than “suck.”  To an impressionable mind, “suck” is a glorious word associated with candies and ice cream men.  The word “stink,” however, is rooted in excrement and general animal filth.

What led us down this unrelenting path?

Reminder: Bush is a moron

President Bush wants Congress to end an offshore drilling moratorium that dates back to early Reagan.

Bush said that if congressional leaders head home for their July 4 recess without taking action, they will need to explain why “$4 a gallon gasoline is not enough incentive for them to act. And Americans will rightly ask how high gas prices have to rise before the Democratic-controlled Congress will do something about it.”

It would take years, maybe ten, to get oil from new offshore drilling. If we still need oil as much then as we do now, we deserve to never leave our homes.

One argument says lifting the ban would keep speculators from jacking up oil prices. I don’t see how saying “we’ll have a tiny bit more oil ten years from now” could possibly affect speculators today. Bush and McCain are pushing this argument because they know it won’t pass, and then they’ll keep trying to pin high gas prices on Congressional Democrats.

I have an idea. Stop waving your dick at Iran, make it clear you will get out of Iraq soon, and everyone will settle their shit over World War III crippling our oil supply. That might knock some cents off at the pump.

Al Gore as Vice President, take two

Al Gore endorsed Barack Obama tonight. It was a great speech.

Here’s what the New York Times had to say, with a little meaningless Stooks commentary.

Mr. Gore had purposefully stayed on the sidelines during the long Democratic primary fight. He announced his decision to endorse Mr. Obama on Monday afternoon in a message to supporters on the former vice president’s vast e-mail list. Their appearance at the Joe Louis Arena here touched off a flurry of curiosity among Democrats gathered in the crowd, with many quietly asking if Mr. Gore would be on Mr. Obama’s list of prospective running mates.

Al Gore “purposefully stayed on the sidelines during the long Democratic primary fight.”  By the way, there was a Clinton in the primary.  He was very smart to stay loyal to them.  Al never crossed Hillary’s supporters, either.  Hmmmmmm.

If they could convince him, Al Gore would be a golden Vice President.  They could position him perfectly.  If Barack chose Hillary (which is close to impossible), everyone would say “I thought you were about change.  I remember her from before.”  But Al Gore has been presenting himself as Mr. Future for so long, he’d skip over that charge.

The decision to stage the appearance in Michigan underscored the importance of the state for Mr. Obama. It was also in Michigan that former Senator John Edwards unveiled his endorsement of Mr. Obama in a surprise setting.

Every few minutes, Mr. Obama would make a reference to Mr. Gore’s prescient decisions and judgments, referring to Iraq as “a war that Al Gore understood should never have been authorized and never should have been waged.”

Barack Obama and Al Gore would be the “I told you so” candidates.  Obama would smash McCain regardless, but the two of them together make John seem more out-of-date than he already does.

Then, Mr. Obama turned to climate change and energy, saying: “Al Gore has done more to educate the world about this problem than anyone, but I have to say, as extraordinary as Al Gore’s work has been, there’s nothing like $4 a gallon gas to get your attention.”

I seriously think the VP job is Al Gore’s if he wants it again.  These two are way too good together to not consider it seriously.

From the AP:

In 2000, Gore won the popular vote but lost the disputed election to George W. Bush, who captured Florida and its electoral votes after a divided Supreme Court ended the recount of ballots. Since then, Gore has made combatting global warming his signature issue, and has been recognized worldwide for his effort — from an Academy Award to the Nobel prize.

Al has quite the resume.

“It means a lot, obviously,” Obama said of Gore’s support, as he greeted workers outside the General Motors Flint Engine South plant. “He’s somebody who is a visionary, not just for the party, but for the country.”

Gore also asked for donations to help fund Obama’s effort — the first time he’s asked members of his Web site AlGore.com to contribute to a political campaign.

He didn’t ask his supporters to give to John Kerry?  This makes me think the Democrats threw that election so Iraq could get crappier under Bush.  Think about it.  John Kerry would have the same pile of Iraq shit on his hands that Bush would have.  Might as well have the Republicans get the stink on their fingers.  I think I’ve proven that, huh?  We see right through you, Gore.  You weren’t counting on this brain (Seinfeld).

The depressing coverage of Tim Russert

Tim Russert is gone.  I will miss him.

With that said, it’s been interesting to watch reaction to this news.  MSNBC went wall-to-wall, without commercials, to talk about their amazing boss.  His coworkers described an unparalleled father, son and friend.

“He always asked the right questions” became a cliche after about an hour of the coverage.  “He shaped the news cycle” was another statement that said more about the speaker than it said about Russert.  One person should never shape the news cycle, nor should he want to.

Tim Russert was one of my favorite journalists.  But all these tributes to him from every corner of the political landscape make me all the more cynical about politics.  It reinforces my belief that every politician and journalist serves as a cog in a machine that rarely keeps the public informed.

George Stephanopoulos asked John Edwards the best post-Russert question: What can members of the media do to improve political coverage?  “Substance,” was Edwards reply.  Tell us how politicians’ policies will affect millions of people.

The media can’t resist the urge to feast on slime.  The constant probing for dirt on family and friends keeps great, smart people from serving this country.  Once news organizations favor issues that matter, I’ll feel better about them going on an hours-long, commercial-free, circle jerk for someone who helped set their agenda.

I have more to say, but Amy Winehouse just fainted.  G2G.

Back to the K for the same story

DB and I wanted to catch a Royals game Wednesday night.  First, we went for drinks and food in Waldo.

We had a couple of drinks at Tanner’s before heading next door for Waldo Pizza.  Crap beer was $1.25.  I chose Old Style.  DB chose Schlitz.

The Schlitz didn’t make Danny famous, but the Old Style helped him convince me to leave my phone number on the credit card receipt.  That waitress was hot, and I assume she made fun of me the rest of the night.

I’d never used the bathroom at Waldo pizza, and I got quite the treat when the Old Style caught up with me.

Albums line one wall.

A much more frightening scene awaits on the wall closest to the toilet in this one-seater restroom.

The Pope holds a hockey stick and stares at you peeing.  Oddly enough, I didn’t suffer stage fright.

As we were in no condition to drive, we hopped aboard the Royals Express bus.  You pay six bucks for a two-way ticket, and they give you a six-dollar coupon for a game ticket.  Basically, it’s a free ride.  It’s also a long ride – an hour to get to the stadium.

There was a good looking redhead two seats down on the bus.  Her eyebrows were a bit bushy.  You don’t appreciate eyebrow grooming until you see someone who needs it.  Her friend had ridiculous bangs.  The only excuse for those things would be a Gorbachev on her forehead.  Someone needs to find these girls a salon.

We didn’t know it was a Buck Night (dollar hot dogs, cokes and peanuts) when we decided to go.  After a never-ending piss and a long wait in line for tickets, we made it inside.  Every Buck Night causes the field to fill with hot dog wrappers.  This has to be annoying for the players.  Can you spot the ball in play?  I imagine the third baseman throwing to first as a hot dog wrapper flies in the first baseman’s face – whap!

The between-inning activities were interesting.  The MC was too amped up for my liking.  He deserved the look from this fan.

You can count on awkward throwbacks to the PA announcer when he wraps up his little contests.  Slugerrr has to be pissed about this guy’s screen hogging.

The scoreboard featured an animated hot dog race.

Sometimes, the Royals have people in hot dog costumes sprint to the plate from right field.  I’m guessing they only do this on weekends.  Is attendance so bad they can’t find three people to dress up in hot dog outfits each game?  Give me season tickets and I’ll do it every game, so long as I can be “Relish.”

Last year, the Royals used this “noise meter.”

This year, the Royals have a noise meter so intense, my feeble camera couldn’t capture what the hell was going on up there.  I’m pretty sure this new noise meter is bullshit, too.  If everyone would just shutup and not cheer, they would see the fraud.  I guess they need a reason to cheer at some point during the game.

Oh, and the Royals managed to blow a four-run lead in the seventh and lose by six.  I’ve seen the Royals lose six games and win one.  If I end up making my 20-game goal this season, it’ll be a miracle.  Thank god the scenary is always good.

Who’s hungry for tomatoes?

Mark Roh, U.S. Food and Drug Administration’s acting regional director holds a bag of tomatoes being tested for salmonella bacteria at FDA’s southwest regional research lab, in Irvine, Calif., Monday June 9, 2008, where microbiologists are working to trace the source of the outbreak.

I can picture the photographer now.  Looking for a good photograph at FDA headquarters, he notices a scary ziplock of tomatoes floating in some mystery fluid.  And, it just so happens that the FDA’s acting regional director has a frightening mug.  “Hey, can you hold this up?  This is sure to scare the shit out of a ton of people!”

I should be writing for Time

Time published an error-plagued article on the new iPhone (bold mine).

With the old iPhone (which ran on AT&T’s Edge network) on one side and the new one (which runs on AT&T’s 3G network) on the other, Jobs loaded a photo-heavy Web page at nationalgeographic.com. It took 21 sec. on the 3G phone, versus 59 sec. on its predecessor. (While 21 sec. may be slow compared with the near instantaneous access on a high-speed wired desktop computer, the AT&T Edge network is the state-of-the-art wireless system in the U.S.)

In the same paragraph, the author shows the limitations of AT&T’s Edge network compared to the 3G network while saying “the AT&T Edge network is the state-of-the-art wireless system in the U.S.”  If the AT&T Edge network is “the” state-of-the-art wireless system, why did the 3G network push data three times as fast?  If the author meant to make the claim about the AT&T 3G network, it would still be shaky.  What criteria is this statement based on?  Geographical coverage or data speed?  If it’s based on data speeds, Sprint and Verizon’s EVDO networks blow AT&T away.

Jobs said the new iPhone has already sold 6 million units, and analysts expect Apple to blow through the company’s estimate of 10 million units sold worldwide by the end of 2008.

The “new iPhone has already sold 6 million units?”  The new iPhone has sold exactly zero units.  It comes out July 11.  The old iPhone sold 6 million units, Sherlock.

There are always inaccuracies floating around about the iPhone, I just didn’t expect to find them at Time Magazine.  Next time, use an author who knows what an iPhone is.

John Denver fans will get ya

Four months ago, I uploaded “John Denver Crash” to YouTube.

Head over to the comments page and you’ll see the bombardment I received at the hands of John Denver fans.  Here’s a tame example:

Mike Huckabee might think this video is funny. He’s a tasteless moron like you.

It’s the lowest rated of my movies with one-and-a-half stars from 11 ratings.  Yet, it has two-thousand views, more than double the “ReinCarnation Instant Breakfast” video.

Who would’ve thought so many people on YouTube were John Denver fans and/or morbid people who want to see John Denver’s plane crash?  Are they stumbling on this offensive piece because they get notified when new John Denver videos appear?

So, some John Denver fans hate me.  The sad thing is I like John Denver.  I’m not hardcore like the commenters on my video (if you click on their names, be ready for their favorites to be stacked with John Denver videos, like this guy, who also has an affinity for Hummers).

I feel bad about upsetting these people, but I have one lingering question for them: Why did you click on a video titled “John Denver Crash?”  Was there any chance you would have been pleased at what you saw?  You took offense to my dramatization, would you not have been upset if it were actual footage of John meeting his end?  The thumbnail image for the video is a mushroom cloud, for Pete’s sake (my friend Pete always orders mushroom pizza).

Is it possible these people want to see footage of their hero dying? I’d say it’s likely. They don’t want to admit it, but they’re just as sick as I am, maybe worse. They satiate on something much darker than comedy.

A message to flies

Dear flies,

Why are you so greedy?  We could coexist if you would simply stay off my food and out of my way.

You might be the least repulsive of insects, yet you die at human hands in greater numbers than most other insects. Doesn’t this seem a tad off to you?  Can’t you see that you’re doing something wrong?

Instead of landing on my food, maybe you could go eat some crums off the floor.  That would be a helpful service, and I wouldn’t have to splatter your guts amongst the furniture for doing it.  It’s not where I want your final resting place to be, and you shouldn’t want it that way, either.

As I’m writing this, you’re trying to land on my computer screen.  Listen closely: I will kill you.  It’s time for your species to start acting in a reasonable fashion if you must insist on sharing company with humans.

If you have any proposals on how to make this work, please let me know.

Matt

Remember the sexist and racist grandpas?

Many things were labeled “racist” or “sexist” during the primary season. A lot of these went over my head. For example, some said that Hillary’s 3 AM ad had obvious racial overtones. I swear I heard one political douche accuse the ad of saying something along the lines of “Oh, it’s three in the morning, the time of day when the black guy president would be too busy breaking into your home to have time for handling the Iranians.”

Bill Clinton’s “Jesse Jackson won the South Carolina primary” remark was the most qualified “racist” or “sexist” comment from the campaigns, and even that was a little weak.

I’ve come to realize the true generational nature of this gender/race issue. It’s easy to overlook gender and race when you’re a 27-year-old white guy than if you’re an 80-year-old black woman. If you aren’t a racist or a victim of racism in this country, the messages don’t really get through to you.

From Hillary Clinton’s concession speech:

“Children today will grow up taking for granted that an African-American or a woman can, yes, become the president of the United States.”

Some of us children have already grown up.  It took me a great deal of thinking before I realized the true importance of what we’re witnessing.  The perception gap between generations shows just how far we’ve come.  The racists and sexists are dying off.  I’m glad to have met very few of them.

Prepping for a flood

Dad called me at 10:20 Thursday morning. Five minutes earlier, he found out it might be a good idea to prepare the house at Big Lake for a flood. A storm was coming, and the Missouri River might decide to make itself at home.

We arrived at the house at 1:00.

The living room got a makeover.

The Living Room

We loaded up a bunch of crap that wouldn’t be fun to deal with post-flood. Lake-sludge-saturated carpet wouldn’t be fun to hug.

A load of crap

Dad rescued the old Brady Bunch countertop.

Save the Brady Bunch countertop

Dad raised a Bud Light to his beautiful yard. He hoped it would look the same next time. The neighbor’s grass was still suffering from last year’s flood (May ’07).

Dad and his grass

As we left, we waived goodbye to the best wheat crop we can remember at the lake.

Wheat waving at Big Lake