“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: June 20, 2004

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay

Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
Leaving my spray

Sex farm woman,
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman,
I'll rake and hoe you down
Sex farm woman,
don't you see my silo rising high?

Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need

Working up a hot sweat
Crouching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed

Sex farm woman,
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman,
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman,
don't you hear my tractor rumbling by?

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay

Song: Sex Farm
Artist: Spinal Tap
Album: This Is Spinal Tap

Ok. So I got to hang out with Mike and Bradley and I got to talk to Ryan about the affair at the farm tomorrow.

We're heading down about noon or one. We'll probably stay till midnight or one AM, maybe longer, but we don't plan to sleep down there.

I repeat, if you are a woman and would like for me to sex you up, that can easily be arranged.

Anyways, I'll be checking this tomorrow before I leave, so if you want to come then e-mail me for directions.

Friday, June 25, 2004

So my friends Mike D, his girlfriend Bradley (that's not a gay joke, she's really a chick) and Rich S are coming back to town for the Parkersburg High School class of 1994 reunion.

I've never had to wheather such a barbaric thing as a high school reuninon as everyone in my class pretty well still hates everyone else, so the Wirt County High class of 1992 simply didn't have one.

Actually, I don't need one. Most of the people from my class that I want to see (few though they are) either live with me (two at present count) or I see at least once a month.

Also on the horizon, My friend Ryan and I have been planning a party for sunday night down on the farm. I guess he still wants to do it, but I haven't been hipped to the plans yet. If you want to attend, if we are indeed still doing it, contact me via E-mail. It'll be hard to give directions a more accurate than "drive into the woods till you get lost", but I'll give it a whirl. Actually, I'll try to post a Mapquest map here on the blog.

Please do bear in mind that it's in the middle of nowhere, where the screams of another human being, be they in agony or extacy, cannot be heard by another human being.

Actually that brings me to another point. If we do have a party, and if you are female (and always have been), and if you're looking for love, show up at the party with your ass, whatever style condoms and lubricant you prefer and ask for me, Ford W. Maverick.

Oh yeah, bring shoes that you can run well in. If at any point you hear banjo music... well, I think you know what to do.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

This Just In:
Beastie Boys' New Album Silently Installs DRM Code
(Posted by timothy (Slashdot.com) on Saturday June 19, @08:35PM)

"After more than five years, the Beastie Boys have released a new album. It seems that the retail disc is bundled with a copy protection autoinstaller which silently puts itself onto the listener's computer. Many listeners are up in arms and some are venting their frustrations on the band's website."

Full article onSlashdot.com.