I have nothing to say.

No open drafts on the blog, no burning thoughts, no radical gnarness.   I am completely and totally burned.   I do not want to talk about the house, or write details down, since they have all burned themselves into my memory like vitally important useless trivia that i can now recite off the top of my head and don’t know or care why.   Its not true; i care very very very much, but very soon i won’t cause it will be what it is.   Task list of items for the A/C guy, the GC, the roofer, the dimensions of each room in the house and which wall will fit the dog door and how the treadmill will be aligned in the 3rd bedroom — got it, top of my head, put me on Jeopardy!!   Its just like work.   When things get heavy, i retreat into complete dynamic knowledge of exactly what is in front of me and the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, nth permutation after it.

The house details are really not hard, considering my cross-training.   So it hasn’t been all that scary, once we thought through things.   It may cost us $20k in the end, which will suck – big fat giant scabby seeping cocks of sucking.   But how many years can you wait for a good enough deal, when you’ve learned all the neighborhoods and the floorplans and the tradeoffs?   It was nut up or shut up, and face 2-3 more years in Mesa which might possibly have meant forever.   I have begun to look forward to a shakeup.   And if Hayworth gets elected, i will be able to close my eyes with my neighbors and pretend we live in Colorado, if   i just drop some ice cubes in my shorts.

I am kinda looking forward to Arizona having a knock-down drag-out for its identity.   I think the good people of Tempe and Tucson and Scottsdale and Flagstaff will rally together for intelligent moderate empowerment.   Or burn together.   I turned down a chance to hear McCain speak and get a free dinner with drinks.   I was not at all opposed to the experience despite him having cursed us with Palin, but putting on a suit, hiring a sitter, and missing my ride seemed like a bad tradeoff – he’s got my vote in the primary, even if i have to declare Repubnican.

And what a great ride! 1:15 loop out the door, up Mudflaps->Upper Mudflaps->Tower cw and I dabbed only once, super sketchy down, the trials, the DH. Then i took Kila w. the Burley to get the girls, and saw 10 javalina right in front of the fire station eating their shrubbery.   I did not have my camera, and trying to get a shot would have ruined the experience.

I have been trying hard to enjoy the little thing.   Watching Zombieland helped, this site definitely helped.   Reading my blog stats and seeing how people find it…kinda helped.   Creepy search engine winner of the week:   “what did genevieve wear to the pink ball“.     Reading the comments in an AZ Central article about what all the ignorant, racist potential-renters feel about Rocky Point these days most definitely did not help.   I listened to Zeppelin.   Watching It Might Get Loud reignited my bromance with Jimmy Page, gave me a whole new level of love for U2, and turned me onto the White Stripes.   3 songs into Icky Thump and I was in luv.

I still have nothing to say.