The Cleansing Waters of Lake Stony Mountain

So the red plastic cubs have been picked up, lamp shades returned to atop lamps, curtains re-hung and the vomit and poop properly cleansed, and thus ends the week of birthdays us at the Rial Blog United Futball Club have come to know affectionately as:clean/make mess/clean/make mess/clean.
Our corporate head quarters/sweat lodge/illegal scorpion drop house has see some traffic these first days of March ( and end of February). By and quick and completely inaccurate head count I am going to say 48 people. That is alot of ginger ale Kool-Aid punch, plates of cheese and crackers, and conversations about desert adapted drought tolerant trees.

So, we the members of this particular Rial Splinter Cell have all grown one year older, and not too much wiser. Sarah has up-ted the anti on how good a chocolate peanut butter cheesecake can taste, and this is a bad thing, and Penelope as accrued more annoying sound making devices. Overall great success.

And how about this rain huh? I have soooo many weeds on the plantation grounds its mind numbing. The crops we grow to feed the resistance are loving this though, soon, like say April, we will have a harvest that includes and is not limited to: amber ale, lettuce, Jalapeno, Eggplant, Corn, Snow Peas, and thru the Stony Mountain Fortress Community Supported Farm plan that Ben and Joe and my sister have bought into with us, some wine, irish ale, pale ale and hefe-weizen, Tomatoes, watermelon. So be prepared to be underwhelmed at how not good we are in producing our own food/liquor.

And that is it for now, still waiting on the camera and people to email us photos from theirs. Soon my friends, soon we will reap the rewards of looking at photos.

this ain't Portland, its Phoenix.

Swastikas and Clan Robes

I hate when there is no love, and that makes even less love and then I start hating more and goddamn it!
So, and this is a tired and spent discussion, but why do people HATE gay and lesbian oriented peoples? Really, no reason, we all have to pay taxes, we all have digestive problems, we are all humans and really, no big deal where you stick your privates or what gets stuck in your privates. Key word there is PRIVATE. Shouldn't really affect the way, lets say for example, a guy performs his duties at a warehouse. And when people prefix, "I don't really care what they do" before any sentence, it is often filled with hate, bigotry, half truths, ignorance, hate, bile, cliches, hate, and...well hate, that it makes me want to light them on fire and smoke a cigar and maniacally laugh as they run around ala chicken with head cut off. i hate feeling like that.

I don't act on my homicidal thoughts, and really, since this is sorta a free flowing look into the mind of Rial Blog Oil and Lube Tech number 34, i don't really talk about it. So I am assuming the rest of the world are decent and likable people, so it must be some extreme effing hatred to openly talk about seriously disliking someones sexual choices. Right? no? Whatev'

Lets go with a work example, a women works up in some dept and is a lesbian. She is nice, she works hard, she blah blah blah, doesn't really matter right, she is first and foremost a human being. Well she brought her girlfriend into work and the uproar from some of my co-workers. "Look at that bull dyke, so gross" was one of the nicer comments I heard.

WTF! Really, isn't bull dike suppose to be reserved for a burly women? Both these girls where petite and cute, I was expecting to hear what would be done to these girls if given the chance to mate with them as opposed to unadulterated hate and mean spirited ness.

I seriously bums me out, I do not want my daughter judged by something as stupid as this, I don't want any ones daughter, i just want love. So start loving people...people and stop caring about sex. Its natural, anyway you put it. Or where you put it. It is also no ones business. What f we started judging people by the way we pooped, oh, he looks at it and smells it after he goes #2, oooh she wipes up instead of down....see, that is none of our business and doesn't really matter.

Birthday pics soon, I promise...maybe

bye.

Tight pants at the source awards

So we are genital deep into birthday week...not really, it is starting today, but how to you irreverently say we are starting something?...We just kicked the tires on this repo tow Truck we call Birthday Week....We circumcised the mule and are heading down the canyon of birthday week? Hmmm....

Well anyway, much like March Madness in relation to NCAA basketball, we have our brackets filled out and coolers of light beer waiting for consumption. Penelope had a birthday party Saturday and we are still finagling with the paparazzi about the price of the photos taken, so when they are available, we will share with you. The party was rad, the food was good, and the cakes off the hook, but again, stay tuned (unless i forget to write about all that, which happens alot)

Hopefully the Rial Blog Man Made Lake Scuba/Recovery Team will have a new camera this week, so we can take photos of other peoples kids and pass them of as ours, much like we have been doing for 11 months now...and...update ....over?

...Nah, real quick, it got cloudy at my place of work, spooky cloudy, and this dude, totally normal dude, got kinda weird, I asked if everything was ok, he said, in a look or almost horror, "the evil comes" and kinda retreated into his shell. Weird right?

So until the darkness takes you....

Baby, I am anarchist

Get out of my dreams...and into the kitchen and make some food

Well not having a working camera is really harshing the mellow of the Hot Chicks of Russian Curling Calender Photo Shoot rejects known as the Rial Blog, so we haven't really been up keeping this chronicle of our exciting and drug fueled lives. Sure, we can come on here and ramble about how our neighborhood gentrification is derailing and we are probably stuck in the ghetto that we thought was moving up in the socio-economic ladder or give a play by play analysis of the Rockey movies entry we wrote about the Rockey Movies, but that really all seems boring to write, and even more boring to read. (I know, this blog has some of the most side splitting, cunning, almost transcendentalist like literature available on the Internet, so I agree, we shouldn't sully this reputation with a post that actually has a theme and topic.)

So, what is up with us as of late? Well, we left you with the tale of how Corey gained the hunger for human flesh and every full moon he would morph into a carnivorous wolf and terrorize the streets...well he took some medicine, apparently it was just syphilis, so that is better. Penelope came down with some serious case of...I don't, but she need cotton candy flavored penicillin, and that was fun. It really was fun, not in the sarcastic, "I had my leg amputated and now I have to run a marathon to save my family's fisheries in the Bay of Bengal or all is lost, so that is fun" kinda way, it was actually fun giving her the candy medicine. She loved, not at first, but she grew to become dependent on it and we had to ween her off it with Cabbage flavored methadone, so she is doing good now.

Penelope has also sprouted another tooth, making the total count 3. Same as hobos and Circle K late shift employees. So she has that going for her. She will also be turning 1 come March 4, we are having immediate family over, which means a head count of around that of small herds of cattle, so we have been battling the weather to try and clean up the weeds and random stuff that have become staples in our yard. Oh, we also removed a massive tree, because well, we hate shade, and planted two lysoloma, a drought tolerant fast growing desert tree. This wasn't fun.

So, catch you l8ter.

From a dark throne perched

Penelope experienced snow for the very first time this weekend, this pictures are not from that time.

The flames of one thousand fires

So the Rial Blog Organic Fecal Factory has been bumming hard on the lack of a winter experienced in the Valley (actually a basin) of the sun. Its not that alot of true and honest winters occur here (this is what I am told by people that like to talk about places that they aren't currently living in) but shit man...I don't think I saw my breathe once, was never like "purr, its cold, perhaps a light coat or a hooded sweatshirt isn't enough for this, the gods must hate us" it was a very mild winter. But...the last two winters or so, The Rial Blog Steak Knife Sharpening Tandem had spent at least two or so weekends of the winter season in the frozen high desert that is named Flagstaff...so maybe that created the illusion of cold. Who knows...but we are not hyped on the impending endless heat.

Quick side note, I personally love the heat, but I love the heat in a 5-7 month way, not a 6-9 month kinda way, if your following me.

Buuut...speaking of heading north, we will be bringing the kid up to flagstaff for some aunt/gma birthday action on Saturday, so maybe we will send the cold out with a bang, and by bang we mean venereal disease.

Well...the camera is still broke and we are borrowing one that we do not know how to upload, so one of these days we will have 360871288634 pics to share with you, our huddle masses. Hmmm....yeah...that is all....

Shitty Post...Out!