darkflavor

i really dislike peanuts. they have low nutritional value compaired to other nuts yet are widespread. plus, they taste nasty.
it is finally getting cool out. the days are in the mid-ninties with the nights in the seventies. i like having the window open at night and feeling the desert breeze cool my feet. also, there is an odor to outside air as it mixes with inside air that i have not smelled in several years since living in buffalo.
this font is ugly, ain’t it? i am gonna change it to brown.
well, a few weeks ago i was raving about all the crickets and roaches outside. well, they are all gone. after they left, the kadydids, grasshoppers and mantis came out. the cats loved those. i tried to save the manties from the talons of those turkish bastards, but neechee got a swip at a mantis and killed it.
one night there were thousands of little black flies covering the light and glass slidding door. it was incredible.. all those bugs. the next day there were gone. never saw them again.
one night the garage became full of flying grubs. they looked like ants, but were grubby. they landed, lost their wings and mated with each other. strangest thing i have ever seen out here. so there were all these grubs crawling around playing tug-a-war because their butts were attached. i turned off the lights so they would go away. the next day, the garage was covered with black wings and nothing else.
also, i added two pic’s of my wind scorpion below and in the image section

with the closing of the anual Burning Man three weeks in the northern Nevada desert, i thought i would share with those who have never been there how to experience it. i have never been to Burning Man, but am looking foward to it one of these years.

BURNING MAN WITHOUT THE MAN
(or how to experience Burning Man without going to the Playa)

Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10 hours in any direction. Put the house back together.

Invite everyone you meet to come over and party. When everyone leaves, follow them back to their homes, drink all their booze, and break things.

Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it.

Stack all your fans in one corner of your living room. Put on your most fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a full vacuum cleaner bag in front of them.

Pitch your tent next to the wall of speakers in a crowded, noisy club. Go to sleep. Wake up 2 hours later in a 110 degree tent.

Buy a new pair of favorite shoes. Throw one shoe away.

Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3 blocks away.
Drain all the water from the toilet.
Only flush it every 4 days.
Hide all the toilet paper.

Pay an escort of your affectional preference to not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig; dance closely naked with you, then say they have a lover back home at the end of the night.

Visit a restaurant and pay them to let you alternate lying in the walk-in freezer and sitting in the oven.

Don’t sleep for 5 days. Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion altering drugs. Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body. Forget how you did it. Don’t go to a doctor.

Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for the perfect, most outrageous costume. Forget to pack it.

Spend weeks preparing and freezing tasty, nutritious food and then forget it in your trunk for a few days of 110 degree heat. Eat it anyway – and like it.

Listen to music you hate for 168 hours straight, or until you think you are going to scream. Scream. Realize you’ll love the music for the rest of your life.

Get so drunk you can’t recognize your own house.
Walk slowly around the block for 5 hours.

Sprinkle dirty sand in all your food.

Mail $250 to the Reno casino of your choice. (price of average BM ticket in 2004)

Go to a museum. Find one of Salvador Dali’s more disturbing but beautiful paintings. Climb inside it.

Spend thousands of dollars creating a deeply personal piece of art work.
Hide it in a funhouse on the edge of the city. Blow it up.

Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire.
Play a short loop of drum’n'bass until the embers are cold.

Have a 3 a.m., soul-baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a crocodile, and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you’re hallucinating.