Wing-Ding-Diddily-Doo.

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April 22, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

Waking up to redneck radio every morning is beginning to have long term effects on my face. The look of utter horror/disbelief/shock/disappointment stays on my face well into having coffee. You would think that as soon as the radio was shut off, the face would go away, but no. Usually after forcing myself out of bed, rather than listen to one more second of idiotic banter about tits and ass, I discover something else that maintains that look on my face. For example, this morning it was giant slugs on the kitchen floor. I am in my underwear having to pick up slugs first thing in the morning.

I try not to pour salt on slugs. I find it too be really, well, fucked up. The idea that a creature breathes via an aqueous membrane on its skin is screwed up enough without me dumping salt on it thereby instantly dehydrating the poor bastard. It is the hangover that kills them. Not only do they dehydrate, but they also suffocate. I can remember the morning after a few too many rum-and-cokes and the last thing I would want, especially after waking up in someone else’s house, is for the owner of said house to pump fix-a-flat into my lungs. So, no, I don’t pour salt on them. Well, usually. I will typically pick them up in a paper towel and chunk them into the yard. Which seems equally cruel now that I think about it, but since I don’t have to watch them writhe around right in front of me, I can live with that. I will occasionally pour salt around the edges of the floor to try and discourage slugs from hanging out in my kitchen, but that is about the extent of my salt/slug interaction.

Keep in mind, all this is going on before coffee. Ugh.

Today I get to finish up a bunch of small projects that I have been working on for a while now. Luckily, I don’t have to work on the room addition. Le Duke and Taco Planet are doing a bunch over there today, which means that it is just me and my iPod at the ranch today. Whoo!

I finished Up Till Now, the William Shatner autobiography, yesterday. It was brilliant. Especially since he read it to me. Today I might listen the Broken Bells album or She & Him’s new album Volume Two (insert sound of Furious Jessy’s jealous squealing). Maybe I’ll start listening to Wicked. Hell, I am feeling kind of spunky. I might just listen to all three. How do you like them apples?

Well, I’m going to go make a poop and research digital SLRs before I have to go to work. More soon. ~SC


2 comments »

  1. Tom says:

    Hi Adam, I was having a problem with slugs in my kitchen at one point. They were getting in the back door. I started keeping a line of salt in front of the threshhold of that door. Voila’ no more slugs.

  2. Dave says:

    I am having trouble finding the Broken Bells. Been searching for a few weeks now. No results in the que. I also didnt realize there was a Volume Two for She and Him. ASSIMILATING!

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