Driving to work today.
Every 100 to 200 yards or so, lying on the middle of the road nearly dead (pun intended) center on the yellow line was a dead possum.
I couldn't help but feel a certain fondness for redneck notions at that moment...
"Look, Martha... the road-workers have done gotten these here new separation indicators down early this season..."
Yeah, I know... lame attack on rednecks. Hey, did I mention or hint at the idea of roadkill being for dinner? No. So there. Nyaaah.
And really, I probably have some redneck blood in the middle of all that Irish/Scottish/English/German white-mutt blood I've got, so... I'm allowed to make jokes about rednecks. ;)
Either that, or I'm just out of it from the smoke from the nasty fires of late. Yeah. Yeah. That's it...
Ok, ok, I'm in a really snarky mood. ;)
On another note... I'm slacking on Darth Sentinel 2. I apologize. I haven't been feeling motivated. Am planning on making more progress... trying to use a tape recorder to get my ideas recorded.
See, I'm imaging all these great scenes, but when I'm far away from the computer. :P Dumb. Guess it's my brain saying it wants to work on this, but "outside the box".
Anyway, keep your ears/eyes peeled for new chapters.
Hope anyone in the burn areas in California is doing ok, as well as their friends, families, pets, homes, etc. :P Hang in there, and Godspeed.