Atomictumor

As I mentioned previously, I’m a sap, and forked out upwards of 200+ bucks to get a ticket to Bonnaroo. Going with me is my stalwart companion (and little brother) Nodbob, of the spiked mohawk.

Now, as yesterday’s post implied, long term (>3 hours) planning is not a forte of mine these past few weeks, so I was reminded of my impending sojourn to the muddy, hippy filled fields of Manchester by an email indicating that my tickets are on the way, and should be arriving tomorrow.

Incidentally, so are with my new sandals that I ordered yesterday. They have a bottle opener built in, so I was thinking I was doing well until I remembered that they’re not allowing glass containers into the fields, because barefoot and broken glass don’t go together quite as well as barefoot and pregnant does. Im sure there will be other opportunities to open bottles with my feet.

But I’m getting beyond the constraints of our topic here, which is me getting my act together so I can be a responsible hippy and survive in the wild without having to spend a bunch of money on things like water, food, and beer.

Actually, beer is going to be a really bad idea in the 90 degree heat that I’m anticipating, which is an idea that I’m finding difficult to frame properly in my head. I mean, the beer is going to be needed to deal with the swarms of people, right? What manner of event is this?

I’ll have to fall back onto the ingrained, instinctual patterns ground into each and every one of our cells for millenia in order to resolve my hot+beer dillema, and let you know how that goes while I’m there. God willing, there will be a resolution.

Which leaves the matter of provisions. Nodbob and I have had a few committee meetings regarding the appropriations issue, and have determined that we’ll be using two tents, a pop up dining shelter, which should hopefully rigged in close proximity to my car.

We’re looking at either getting a couple of little cooking grills, or bringing some charcoal and a cooking grill.

A pot and a pan will be handy.

A nice cooler full of frozen water bottles and chicken and hamburger meat should keep for 3 days, as well as some eggs, maybe some bacon (if we’re feeling froggy in the morning, which I’m not counting on).

Dry provision wise, thinking maybe some rice, grits, crackers, perhaps spagetti noodles, should be about all we’ll need, right? I’m not so sure about that.

Lots of water. Lots and lots of water. I understand that they have water spigots open, apparently, so maybe just lots of bottles. We’ll have to see.

I’ve played with the idea of stealing a power inverter from a certain home inspector that I know, so that I can run some music, or something, off the car’s battery. Frankly, that sounds like it has bad news written all over it. Maybe I can engineer a battery=inverter=electricity solution without jeopardizing my car. Hmm. I’ll put the boys in the lab on that.

Flag. I’m thinking we need a big ass bitching Atomictumor flag. I found some instructions for making a PVC flagpole here which should do the trick, but I need to get on making the flag. I’m thinking something like this:

Yah, that’d do the trick.  Whos gonna make the flag for me?

I spent all afternoon trying to get a test router working (again) for work.

It was entertaining, but futile.

Then I realized I didn’t have a babysitter for the appointment that I went through a lot of trouble to make. I called 15 people, and reached none.

I loaded the kids with books and toys, got in the car, drove out there, but couldn’t find the place.

I called the office 5 times, and got the answering machine 5 times.

I finally left a message canceling the appointment.

Two minutes after it was supposed to start.

There was more today, wise words about melancholia and watching days go by, seclusion, and voting (because I did that today) but I got tired of drawing, so I’m not going to put em in.

Its more fun to wrestle and watch movies with my boys.

Wingnut is on his second round of antibiotics in so many weeks[edit: 3rd in three weeks] all for a hardy ear infection. He appears to have picked up a runny nose from Lugnut. Eaves and I were up with him off and on last night. To make matters worse, the antibiotic has upset his stomach. On the bright side, we’re using cloth diapers now so we don’t have to throw away those diapers he’s blowing through. :)

Then there’s Lugnut who had to come home early from nursery school yesterday. He has the afore mentioned head cold. Right now he’s lounging on the couch. No he’s up and wants to play with the dog. Now he has a flash light.

October has a fouled up ear lobe from one of her new earrings.

Spotz and the Missus are wearing biohazard suits and I also have our friendly head cold which I’ll name, Reginald, or Reggie for short.

Want one, too?

Me: So, whats up?

Id: MHHPHHM.

Superego: Nothing to see here.

Ego: Yeah dude, we’ve got this under control.

Id: GOOMPH.  HMMEFOH.  

Me: Is that duct tape?

Ego: No.

Superego: Uh… yeah?

Me: Whats with the bucket of water?

Superego: oh man, we are so busted

Ego: Dude, its nothing.  Go back to work.  Maybe read a book.

Id: GROOOMPH.  HERRRM HHHHHHHAF!

Superego: He’s, uh, sedated.  It wasn’t my idea.

Ego: Wasn’t my idea.

Me: So who’s idea was it?

Ego: …

Superego: …

Id: …

Me: Well, this is stupid.  We should be long past the point of having to restrain ourselves.  I mean, hell, life is smoothly on track, right?

Ego: Totally, dude.

Superego: No.

Id: RRRRRRRRR!

Ego: Dammit, Id, don’t make me taze you again.

Me: Where’d you get a tazer?

Superego: Kmart.

Me: Kmart sells tazer?

Ego: They do, in the philosophically and emotionally isolated department. Its between housewares and sporting goods.

Superego: They had a blue light special on intellectual detachment aids, but we didn’t have time to browse.

Me: Damn.  I haven’t been to Kmart in a while, I guess.

Id: RRRRRRR!

Tazer: ZZZZZZZZZ!

Ego: I told you I’d do it!

Me: I don’t think I’m comfortable with aspects of my personality muzzling, binding and torturing other aspects.

Superego: Told you he’d have a problem with it.

Ego: No you didn’t, you said “he never comes down here anymore, it’ll be just fine”

Superego: Well, it doesn’t help that you’re always making fun of me.  It hurts my feelings.

Id: rrrrrrrrr.

Me: Look, this is stupid.  This whole conversation has been the biggest waste of time.  Untie him, stop being asses, and shape up and fly right!

Tazer: ZZZZZZZZZZ!

Ego: Dude, you’ve done it now…

Palo Alto, from the DVD Meeting People Is Easy.