tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028952012-01-18T13:39:53.021-05:00Further Evidence of Insanityunconscious intrusions into waking consciousness, and other clear evidenceRonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-1124257787769831352005-08-17T01:19:00.000-04:002005-08-17T01:49:47.773-04:00My vacation's almost over. Didn't really do anything. Actually, that's not true, I did a lot, but I never actually spent the night anywhere other than my own bed. Drove places, but always drove home again. Never left Michigan. Drove to Lake Michigan several times, different spots along the coast. There's no real reason I couldn't do that on any normal week; heck, South Haven is only 60 miles or Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-1122439261354431352005-07-26T23:59:00.000-04:002005-07-27T01:33:10.450-04:00Wow, 3-1/2 years since my last post. Lot of stuff has happened since then, too much to really cover, but I'll try to summarize anyway. I'm leaving out most of the crappy stuff.Closed my art supply business. Had a difficult time finding a new job. Couldn't collect unemployment, since I had been self-employed and hadn't paid into the fund. Did odd jobs here and there, finally landed a job at a new Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-95305342002-02-08T18:06:00.000-05:002002-02-08T18:06:41.663-05:00My life has been kind of sucking lately, and it's not my habit to whine about it, so I haven't been writing anything. And probably won't, until after things have settled down a bit, and I can look back and see the obvious humor in it.
Just so you know.
Like you care.
Who the hell are you, anyway, and why are you reading this?
Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-61414542001-10-05T20:22:00.000-04:002001-10-06T00:51:24.000-04:00It’s been over three weeks since the WTC atrocity, and I’m still trying to sort out my feelings about it. I mean, besides the obvious: outrage, sadness, fear. Overt flag-waving patriotism has always scared me a little, although I’m feeling it myself these days. I printed some American flags from my computer, and have stuck them in various places, like my car window. Partly, this is in response toRonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-60992112001-10-04T01:25:00.000-04:002001-10-04T01:25:19.536-04:00Kellogg Forest is extraordinary this time of year.
We’ve been enjoying some fine Indian Summer weather.
I’ve got the worst case of hay fever I’ve ever had. I never used to have allergies. Immune system going to hell, I guess.
Those fricking terrorists really messed it up for more respectable hijackers, who are never again going to be able to commandeer a plane anywhere. Once on the ground,Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-56715552001-09-13T18:50:00.000-04:002001-09-13T18:50:24.513-04:00September 12, 2001
Yesterday morning, September 11, I drove Jessica to school as usual, drove to the little store as usual, got coffee and a paper, and headed for work. I had NPR on the radio; it was the usual Great Lakes Radio Consortium story about poison groundwater or toxic fish or something. Got to work, turned on the radio; the BBC News Hour was just coming on. Lead story: a plane had Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-56715442001-09-02T23:00:00.000-04:002005-07-27T02:01:15.736-04:00Junkyard, Episode IIThere was too much seatbelt missing to just stitch together, so I had to find a length. Amazing how a seemingly simple task can become so complicated. I really didn’t want to go to another junkyard, but new seatbelt material was simply not available. And it was hard to come by at a junkyard, too. Nobody wanted to sell me any. I finally called Lafayette Auto Parts, on LafayetteRonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-54194642001-09-01T01:50:00.000-04:002005-08-17T19:39:50.313-04:00JunkyardMy life is a junkyard.I had to go to the junkyard the other day to look for a couple of shoulder harness mechanisms for the Honda Civic station wagon Sean just got. The only thing wrong with them is that the previous owner’s black lab had chewed through the shoulder harness webbing, and it looked like the best way to repair them was to replace the whole mechanism. I called the Honda Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-48647392001-08-02T01:10:00.000-04:002001-08-02T01:10:50.556-04:00Whew. Hot. Air conditioner is broken. No relief, not even at night.
Went to life drawing tonight – didn’t get the message that it had been cancelled. The naked person was a no-show due to poison ivy. Several of us showed up, and we went to the Copper Bar in downtown Marshall. Played a little pool. You can throw your peanut shells on the floor there. The air conditioner was half working. It Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-44187942001-07-07T00:41:00.000-04:002001-07-07T00:41:48.693-04:00The arm still ain’t right.
I injured it last November when I took my daughter roller skating. I was making a graceful left turn, crossing my right skate over my left, when somehow the skates briefly touched and became locked together, and I pitched forward, landing hard. At the time, I was mostly concerned with retrieving my glasses and picking my wracked 6-1/2 ft. body up off the floor before Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-40620432001-06-14T01:42:00.000-04:002001-06-14T01:42:09.943-04:00Damn, it's hot. I haven't had time to adjust to this heat. Just a week or so ago we were coming out of three weeks or so of March-like weather. It got nice just in time for the Cereal Festival, and now it's downright tropical, in the nineties, hazy, humid, no relief even at night. And the mosquitoes...how in the hell did we end up living in the mosquito sinkhole of the universe? This place puts Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-36093152001-05-13T01:03:00.000-04:002001-05-13T01:03:45.203-04:00Beautiful Day. Punctuated by Annoying Person. Ah, well, who wants to know about my personal problems? Not me.
Certain things push me over the edge, into actual insanity. Static. The sound of recorded applause, but only if it's a small group. If it's the sound of a large crowd applauding, that doesn't bother me. The recorded sound of a drink being poured, as in a Pepsi ad on the radio. Will Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-32348912001-04-16T22:56:00.000-04:002001-04-16T22:59:40.273-04:00 What is with this weather? Sheez, feels like winter again. It snowed today. Didn't stick, but still. Weather seemed apropriate somehow for the day, tax day. The day our government goes back on the reason the United States was formed in the first place, to get away from King George and Taxation Without Representation. Oh, but we have representation, you say? You call this representation? Some Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-32206342001-04-16T02:08:00.000-04:002001-04-16T02:11:07.913-04:00Happy Easter. Cold, bleak, rainy, did I mention cold, and cruddy. All at the same time. After it let up around 3, we had a quick (because it was cold) Easter Egg hunt for Jessica in the wet grass of the backyard. At least we had a nice home-cooked din-wah, consisting of ham, yams, baked beans, taters and gravy, Stove Top stuffing, corn, and pumpkin pie. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Sean was itching to get Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002895.post-31810642001-04-12T22:06:00.000-04:002001-04-16T23:22:03.256-04:00 Freakin' isobars! Windy enough to blow your car into oncoming traffic. My right rear tire was low...I positioned my car just right, I think it re-inflated. Look out the window, if you dare (wear protective eyewear, or a helmet)...twigs, branches, trees, pieces of the house, trash cans, trash, cats, dogs, deer, all swirling by. I think I hear a cackling witch...leave Toto alone! This, by Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595665185267445264noreply@blogger.com