While driving down Sunrise Boulevard this afternoon at the ungodly hour of 4:00 pm on this hot summer day, I had a most unexpected experience.
Amongst the sweltering car butts ahead of me there swam a vision. At first I thought I was experiencing a heat stroke induced hallucination. But I blinked my sweaty eyes, and no, there it was, large as life.
A logging truck.
With real logs on it.
And lo, as I drove behind it, marveling at the incongruity of such a country sight in the middle of the city hub bub, what came wafting through my air vents but the woodsy smell of fir sap. The most unlikely smell of the entire week. Just think, how often does one smell fir sap on Sunrise Boulevard of a Monday afternoon?
Rare as hen's teeth I'd say.
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It's rude to tease me about teeth.
Who needs them anyway?
Food gets stuck in them.
They get cavities.
Bah.
Teeth.
Highly overrated objects.
Just so.
I suppose.
I wax poetic here this evening, because I find myself at loose ends. You see, FarmTown is down. Won't come up on the computer. It crashed. You have no idea how distressing this is.... I can hear my fellow farmers wailing and moaning. From Sweden to the Philippines.
I myself have an entire field of raspberries that are going to spoil because they won't be harvested in time. That field cost me 3081 coins to plow and plant. It's all going to dry up and blow away in the cyber wind. My lovely, lovely raspberries.
Alas, poor Berry, I knew him well.
The trolls hath devoured him there under the bridge with none to give him succor.
All my plans have run amok.
Those digitized juices have fled.
To be seen no more.
Alas!
(It's been a hard week. I'm putting her to bed now. Perhaps she will be more herself on the morrow.... crap, I mean in the morning. Geeze. I need a vacation.)
(Farmtown. Good grief.)
Amongst the sweltering car butts ahead of me there swam a vision. At first I thought I was experiencing a heat stroke induced hallucination. But I blinked my sweaty eyes, and no, there it was, large as life.
A logging truck.
With real logs on it.
And lo, as I drove behind it, marveling at the incongruity of such a country sight in the middle of the city hub bub, what came wafting through my air vents but the woodsy smell of fir sap. The most unlikely smell of the entire week. Just think, how often does one smell fir sap on Sunrise Boulevard of a Monday afternoon?
Rare as hen's teeth I'd say.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]
It's rude to tease me about teeth.
Who needs them anyway?
Food gets stuck in them.
They get cavities.
Bah.
Teeth.
Highly overrated objects.
Just so.
I suppose.
I wax poetic here this evening, because I find myself at loose ends. You see, FarmTown is down. Won't come up on the computer. It crashed. You have no idea how distressing this is.... I can hear my fellow farmers wailing and moaning. From Sweden to the Philippines.
I myself have an entire field of raspberries that are going to spoil because they won't be harvested in time. That field cost me 3081 coins to plow and plant. It's all going to dry up and blow away in the cyber wind. My lovely, lovely raspberries.
Alas, poor Berry, I knew him well.
The trolls hath devoured him there under the bridge with none to give him succor.
All my plans have run amok.
Those digitized juices have fled.
To be seen no more.
Alas!
(It's been a hard week. I'm putting her to bed now. Perhaps she will be more herself on the morrow.... crap, I mean in the morning. Geeze. I need a vacation.)
(Farmtown. Good grief.)