Why I love small town newspapers...

I'm pretty sure these speak for themselves, but I'll give just a bit of commentary. I imagine that Miss Mabel sat between her tomato plant and her phone just waiting for the moment her first tomato ripened, so she could call the paper and be declared the winner. Also note, Miss Mabel and her ripe tomato made it on the front page of the newspaper albeit below the fold, but still... The front page.

The second picture speaks for itself. Yes, that is a current news item. I do not make these things up.

Addendum to the fireworks entry:

The kids next to us kept up a rambunctious commentary throughout the show. It went something like this:

"POW!"

"POW!"

"BOOM SHAKA LAKA!" 

"POW!"

"Big one!"

"I TOLD you it'd be a big one!"

"POW!"

"That sounded like a GUN!"

"NO! It sounded like a BOMB!"

"BANG!"

"POW!"

"POW!"

Sent from my iPod, Astronaut.

Fireworks and lightning bugs

Just got home from the first firework display of the season. I caught lightning bugs while we waited for the fireworks to start. I felt like a five year-old again.

Writers are crazy…

… crazy, badass. 

I’ve recently had a particular blog post by a particular writer boggling my mind.  Specifically, this line is causing the problem inside my head:

“On an average work night, I write between 2,000 and 4,000 words, along with assorted edits, emails, and the rest.”

How?  How is this possible?  I don’t understand.  My mind is boggled. 

Everything is ridiculous.