Notes from the road

[bzarcher]

Girl Scout Thin Mint Blizzards (TM) at Dairy Queen better not be more than a short term seasonal item, or I may die of mint poisoning. Om nom nom, etx.

After driving past a halal butcher and talking about the differences between halal and kosher, Alex and I got to talking about religous tolerance on both social and consumer levels (especially since we'd seen a dude wearing a yarmulke and prayer shawl going into the halal butcher), and how that is one thing you have to appreciate about America - it's part of the package that there will be Other People there, and sometimes you find that going to shop at their stores or live in their neighborhoods isn't such a bad thing after all.

Remember that your average Amish buggy driver is probably carrying or has easy access to a shotgun, and think about that before you decide to cut him off.

Continuing on that theme, while the Pennsylvania Dutch don't actually have the phrase "Fuck that noise", they probably do express a similar feeling now and then about the butter churn.

I bought an Axe Handle.

Alex bought some Mylar sheeting.

Neither purchase is actually related, but I bet you had a few minutes of horror thinking that they might have been, didn't you?

While Roush Hardware did have a type of weedburner torch, it looked flimsy, ran off a much smaller fuel bottle, has the gas flow controlled very awkwardly....and cost $15 more than the badass one I found in Northern Tool's catalog. Unless I get a pleasant surprise at Tractor Supply, I suspect I'll end up ordering one from NT next paycheck and have it shipped in.

The concrete cornfield really is a beautiful and strange landmark. I love it.

Comments

[parasaurolophus.livejournal.com]

Axe handle... Mylar sheeting...

You just need a big watermelon now.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

No, no. The watermelon is going into the 50,000lb. press.

It's going to be air dropped, you see.

[dklegman.livejournal.com]

I didn't see a weedburner at TSC today (doesn't mean there isn't one), but I did find a pulley that can support 1200 pounds.

You may have better luck, however.

[dklegman.livejournal.com]

Yes, I needed a pulley.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

I am not surprised at all.

I'll call TSC, I think, and ask about the torch. If I don't like what I hear, we'll go with plan B.

[jennekirby.livejournal.com]

Everything is better when made by Girl Scouts.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Very true. Plus, thin mints are laced with crack. It's the only explanation for how fast they disappear when someone opens a box.

[jennekirby.livejournal.com]

Most things made by Girl Scouts are laced with crack. Have I mentioned that both my parents are (or have been) Girl Scouts?

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

So you're saying your dad was a Brownie, until some brat got scared?

*duck*

Yeah, Girl Scout Cookies are genuinely dangerous. The only kind I cannot be tempted to eat at a moment's notice is Samoas, thanks to their horrific coconut coating.

[jennekirby.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure he's used that line before, yes. :) (Though actually he was a Girl Scout while I was, to fill some leadership role or another.)

MMMMMmmm Samoas. You can give me the ones you don't eat. They're my favorite.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh. That makes sense.

I'm willing to discuss a prisoner exchange of Samoas for Trefoils, Thin Mints, or Tagalongs at some point in the future. :D

Though I suppose I have to buy some first...