Two Score and Five Years Ago
Plus pumpkins and financed meat!
Third Reich from the Sun
What is there to say about the first week of September?
Nothing particularly noteworthy happened—except that Kitten and I started watching The Man in the High Castle, which imagines what post-WW2 America might have looked like if the Germans and the Japanese had won the war.
It's been a cool show so far, with an interesting premise and a stellar cast. Here's a helpful cheat sheet I made to bring you 99% up to speed...
The Nazis, man... they're always doing dumb stuff—like when they opened The Ark of the Covenant and got their faces melted off in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
It wouldn't surprise me if they were the ones who stole Milton's stapler in Office Space back in 1999—prompting him to set fire to the Initech building, and then time-travel to an alternate universe in the 1960s and make films bringing about their demise.
(But seriously, High Castle is a cool show. Check it out—at least if you're like us and you didn't watch it a decade ago like everyone else probably did.)
Garden Variety
There would be no further excitement to our first six days of September until Saturday when we went over to my parents' house for dinner.
First, Kitten spotted a baby mantis in the garden...
And then... a pumpkin? In the compost pile?!?!?!?!
This one is outside the chicken wire, and thus not expected to survive the hungry deer that will no doubt pass through my parents' yard several hundred times between now and October...
Ah, but this other one? This other one is inside the wire, and may have a fighting chance...
We got a nice tomato haul as well; and naturally, Hannah had to touch each and every one...
Booger deposited successfully?
Yep, I'd bet money on it.
The Munchies
On Sunday, Kitten made a BJs run and sent me this interesting tidbit...
So...... yeah, financing ground beef is officially a thing.
In other news, we found out that Odin has been hiding a stash of reefer in plain sight in the kitchen...
...Or, it might just be some lemon verbena Kitten is drying so she can make tea out of it.
At any rate, it smells like Pledge. But, for all I know, Odin could've sprayed it down with Pledge to throw me off the scent of the reefer.
Guess we won't know for sure until we smoke it—kind of like when Nancy Pelosi used to insist that we had to pass every bill so we could see what was in it!
You know... logic.
And, speaking of logic, here's a Ruth clip that Kitten captured!
On Tuesday night, I felt like having Mexican for dinner. We were fresh out of corn chips and tortillas, but the second-hand smoke from Odin's mary-jane was making me hungry.
So I made "Dorichos" instead...
Kitten's Birthday
Wednesday was Kitten's birthday!
She's old enough that she doesn't want to be "numbered" anymore; so you'll either have to decipher her age from the title of this story... or just know that she's five years older than I am, and I'm 40 ;)
Birthdays of course call for cakes—and how could we possibly go against such a sound tradition?
I texted Riley a heads up...
The cakes were delicious!
And after the carbfest, it was time for cards and presents!
All signs pointed to it not being a pony; but Kitten was still convinced that the bag contained a pony—even if in the form of steaks, jerky, and maybe even some glue made from the hooves...
Boy, was she wrong: It was just boring old books!
...Or were they?
I told her the next present was from Riley, and it would complete my portion gift.
We got precisely the reaction we'd been hoping for :)
Boring old books, eh?
Surely the cat who smokes weed also reads smut!
And lastly, Riley and I got Kitten a cute little bee lantern... since she's basically the bee version of the Pigeon Lady from Home Alone 2 at this point.
Odin was particularly mesmerized—probably because he was high off his ass from smoking all that Pledge-reefer, and this was like a kaleidoscopic dreamscape to him...
A Senseless Murder
Finally, as everyone has surely already heard, Charlie Kirk was assassinated during a debate at Utah Valley University earlier that day.
Both Kitten and I strongly agreed with some of Charlie's positions and vehemently disagreed with others—though we certainly enjoyed occasionally watching him travel from campus to campus and take down smug, rainbow-haired, facts-optional, 20-year-old know-nothings in desperate need of a reality sandwich.
Think what you want about the guy; but his "crime" was to sit down and challenge people to engage in a dialogue and present facts instead of feelings! To kill someone over that is one of the most cowardly, morally bankrupt, and insanely asinine things I can think of—and it's also surefire proof that his killer (like so many others in modern times) lacks any ability whatsoever to formulate a coherent thought and submit it to the marketplace of ideas.
Only imbeciles and governments answer speech with violence.
So...
Even if we had disagreed with every word you ever spoke, we can hardly be unaffected by—much less celebratory of—your passing. You never claimed nor wielded non-consensual power over anyone, and you didn't deserve to die in such an untimely and senselessly repugnant way.
We appreciated your composure, your eloquence, and your inclination toward reason, and we did agree with you on a fair amount. We are confident that this planet was ultimately a better place for your having been on it, and we are thankful for the many smug young heads that were surely pulled from smug young asses as a result of your life and travels in your short time here.
Rest in peace.