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Howdy folks, we’re posting from the BBF down in rainy North Georgia, with a quick pictorial update:

This is the general state of things here. Nodbob, Damama and I went out today to do some clothes shopping, something I’ve been meaning to do for a while but am just too damn manly for without the aid of good ol’ Nodbob. I got some sharp new threads, and managed to be mighty cheap about it, which does my wallet good. Note the small, possessed looking girl in the lower mid section of the picture. I’m not sure where she came from.

While we were shopping, MastaG and KatyKat were wasting all sorts of our money at the local arcade. Seriously. Apparently there were no less than three Jackson’s that fell victim to the arcade in a two hour binge, an event which fills my stomach with bile and my hand with the urge to be heavy. I’ve chalked it up to the kids being kids, with parents who probably gave them money that they didn’t need.

Oh well.

Speaking of Nodbob, heres the mohawk update. I’m afraid that we missed the opportunity to get a picture with the liberty spikes, but you can get the general idea. For those more interested in an action picture, well, here you go.

Pigpen got a new Batman costume/pajama set, which he promptly ran around in the rain with, and which he’s determined to stay in. I’ve always had a motto that if a kid is determined to be wet and cold, then a learning opportunity is in there somewhere. Incidentally, he’s also cropped up with a budding case of poison rash, which is probably going to be a problem. MastaG has it too, and its just driving me crazy. Freakin’ allergic kids.

Pisses me right off.

Speaking of MastaG, this is the last place I saw him. I have no idea where he and Katy ran off to. He’s here somewhere at the compound, but theres no telling where.

I think this place is kinda like the island on Lost, there’s all sorts of odd little places that nobody expects that don’t make a lick of sense, but nonetheless, I’ll be damned, there they are.

Something else about the farm is that life is just springing up like the weeds popping up in the cracks of your driveway. Jenwright is hella pregnant, and at the fun point where you can bounce quarters off her stomach, or thump it like a ripe cantaloupe. She’s still got until the endish of June before this thing’ll find its way out of her, so theres plenty of time to buy advertising on it.

Also, we’ve got some baby quail eggs. Yep, life at the Blueberry Farm. Not sure what the plan is for the quail, I don’t think it involves some sort of violent bullet ridden Bonnie and Clyde ending, but hell, who knows. They probably deserve it just for, y’know, being quail. Friggin quail, craping all over the place.

We’re now heading to the Cracker Barrel for dinner, and then a drive home. If dinner tonight is anything like last night, we’ll be discussing computers, the proper application of the phrase “Nappy Headed Ho”, and Canadian currency.

Still, I think this chick has the right idea.

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