My GPS is such a sweet thing...
Dear Dash Express,
S'up bitches? Listen I just wanted to drop you a quick word. Honestly, I don't listen to your device all that much for directions. It's always talking about taking the "interstates" and I gotta tell you... I hate fucking interstates (as well as driving them). So recently coming back from New Hampshire I went a wee bit off the beaten path by taking some different roads that were loaded in your system. I didn't mind the first semi-chewed up asphalt road because fuck, it's New Hampshire. I didn't even fully mind the two lane dirt road that connected to it because once again, it's New Hampshire. I did *somewhat* mind the one and a half lane, chewed to hell dirt road that connected to that... New Hampshire or not. And I sure as shit minded the one lane, chewed to fuck all, dirt logging road near that abandon rock quarry you pointed me towards. So congratulations! You've manage to make me actually back track on one of my routes. Where countless girlfriends and relatives have failed, you have succeeded.
But in the future you might want to denote those logging roads with a broken dash, or in a different color, maybe with a fucking skull and crossbones because marking them just like any other back road is a weeeeeeeeeee bit disingenuous. -Thanks.
In said travels I managed to stumble into a wind farm in Lempster, NH. And it really pissing me off there aren't any good pictures of it *anywhere* on the web. There was a small cemetery in the foreground, dark skies abound, and there on this mountain range were eight or nine massive fucking turbines. And I felt scared. I felt these things were going to burn down my village, rape my woman (if I had one) and eat my children (if I had any of those as well). There is just nothing freakier than seeing some insanely huge man-made thing on top of a mountain, moving seemingly with a will of its own.
Suddenly relevant song lyric for the week:
There's a place I know / in Pennsylvania
You don't wanna go / well darlin' I can't blame ya
November 24th - 26th...should be fan-fucking tastic.
Wake me when I get to travel somewhere warm.
S'up bitches? Listen I just wanted to drop you a quick word. Honestly, I don't listen to your device all that much for directions. It's always talking about taking the "interstates" and I gotta tell you... I hate fucking interstates (as well as driving them). So recently coming back from New Hampshire I went a wee bit off the beaten path by taking some different roads that were loaded in your system. I didn't mind the first semi-chewed up asphalt road because fuck, it's New Hampshire. I didn't even fully mind the two lane dirt road that connected to it because once again, it's New Hampshire. I did *somewhat* mind the one and a half lane, chewed to hell dirt road that connected to that... New Hampshire or not. And I sure as shit minded the one lane, chewed to fuck all, dirt logging road near that abandon rock quarry you pointed me towards. So congratulations! You've manage to make me actually back track on one of my routes. Where countless girlfriends and relatives have failed, you have succeeded.
But in the future you might want to denote those logging roads with a broken dash, or in a different color, maybe with a fucking skull and crossbones because marking them just like any other back road is a weeeeeeeeeee bit disingenuous. -Thanks.
In said travels I managed to stumble into a wind farm in Lempster, NH. And it really pissing me off there aren't any good pictures of it *anywhere* on the web. There was a small cemetery in the foreground, dark skies abound, and there on this mountain range were eight or nine massive fucking turbines. And I felt scared. I felt these things were going to burn down my village, rape my woman (if I had one) and eat my children (if I had any of those as well). There is just nothing freakier than seeing some insanely huge man-made thing on top of a mountain, moving seemingly with a will of its own.
Suddenly relevant song lyric for the week:
There's a place I know / in Pennsylvania
You don't wanna go / well darlin' I can't blame ya
November 24th - 26th...should be fan-fucking tastic.
Wake me when I get to travel somewhere warm.