The unhappiest five days of my week are Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. This is because I have taken a vow of temperance on these five miserable days... (so miserable they feel like five days).
I can't quite believe the music I'm listening to right now. Neptune, what's wrong with me? I can't shake this Boney M. fixation. Like a half step removed from Milli Vanilli. Brown Girl In The Ring (?) What the fuck is this song about?
Boney M. In all their glory. Actually, I don't think any of these people were musicians. The band was the brainchild of this man:
McBride and Carnera
Sasha Siemel killed his jaguars with a spear!
Let's do this: Let's change the Idaho regs on mountain lion:
Hmmmm. I need to get back to Oregon for those cockles. I'm still dreaming about 'em. Big fat juicy cockles. Lovely cockles. Everywhere you looked. Oh man... Tilamook bay.
The wind right now is something to be reckoned with. Strangely, the smelt ran again right in the middle of it. Got another 14 pounds blind tossing. Very strange that everyone thinks smelt don't like rough
water. If you were a smelt would you spawn only when pelicans, seals, cormorants and guys with nets could see you? Or would you spawn under cover of turbid water? Kind of a no brainer. But then maybe there's things I don't know. Like maybe turbidity effects egg survival.