Sunday, April 22, 2007


I forget how many people are out there in the world moving from one place to the other until I hit the Interstate. Damn, seems like more and more. And I thought that maybe the fuel prices would slow them down. THey're out there like ants crawling across a hot sidewalk, need to get out of here faster.

I've been experimenting with making my own mustard. So far no winners. Of course, if I am really serious I probably ought to measure my ingredients. Nah, that would take the fun out of it.

Tonight's challenge is clean-up some hard drive space. If it was a landfill I'd be outta space and giving away methane.

That reminds me, I need to see who has some really neat ideas for turning compost piles. A Rube Goldberg device that requires little effort.