'things'

Tomorrow morning I am going to shave my head for my Halloween costume.

I can't help but hope that I do not discover any weird 'things' hiding under there...

Tiny Man Revisited

Today, while cleaning and dusting the living room, I got a stick up my ass and took my soapstone sculpture 'Tiny Man' outside and rubbed it down with some fine grit sandpaper.  It has been roughly a year and a half since I last worked on him (thats ok because I have dubbed it my lifetime project).  Here is an updated photo.

4th Dimension

While driving home on the interstate Sunday night, I blindly changed out my CD like I always do, relying solely on muscle memory so as to keep my eyes on the road.  When I closed the faceplate no music played.  'No Disc,' was displayed.  I hit eject several times, nothing came out.  I looked around in my lap and on the floorboards, nothing.  I put in a different CD which then began to play as notmal.  'Huh,' I thought to myself.  When I arrived home I thoroughly searched my CD wallet and car interior, and the mystery CD was nowhere to be found.

The album Monolithic Baby by Monster Magnet was properly inserted into the 4th Dimension Sunday night, never to be seen again.

Twinky

Yesterday afternoon I went hunting for the first time in over a decade with my brother in the hills behind Boulder, MT.  We drove around some crumby roads and hiked up a steep slope while clicking away at a GPS trying to ride slivers of public land trying to avoid private and reach the chunk of block management we were registered to access.  Angel poop snowflakes were dancing in the gusty wind of twilight.  We saw three does and a tiny one-by-two buck he had nicknamed 'Twinky.'

Even though we did not get anything, it was a refreshing experience of being a St. Clair.  We cracked jokes about our uncle every time one of us would snap a twig underfoot.

'Now goddamnit be quiet...' we would say in our best Arnold whisper.

I look forward to getting out again.

I Have

Have you ever been so lucky as to crack an egg with two yokes in it?

Have you ever been so scorned as to get a loaf of bread that has three heals on it?

I have.

Pallets

Working in a warehouse I see alot of pallets come and go.

Pallets are like snowflakes, but even more unique.

No two are alike, and unlike snowflakes they do not melt.

Some have likely been to multiple continents.

Some could be decades old, nailed back into shape with a board here and a screw there.

I wish they could tell their stories.

Everytime one breaks I feel a little sad that it is destined to a scrap pile for firewood.

Some may have carried gold bricks, salt, or air conditioners.  Maybe all three...

Coincidence

Sometime in the next few days my Halloween costume should be showing up in the mail.

It is a 'no shit' hazmat suit.

I ordered it quite a while ago, and no coincidence aside may prove valuable during any potential Ebola outbreaks.

A Return (Of Sorts)

The three or four people who regularly checked this blog have likely noticed that is has been extremely inactive as of late.  A dead and resurrected phone, canning tomato products, a new truck, learning to drive a manual transmission, a missing cat, a found cat, pumkin carving;  these are the things that would have filled that void.  The details of all these events will not be delved into at this juncture, wholly a fault of my own lack of writing.

Here is me returning to my blog.

-Randall