I saw my old vehicle the other day on the freeway and had to stalk them just a little. Most of the dents on the sides have been repaired. It looks better than ever. They still have not fixed the back bumper and the camper top is the same. It is definitely my old truck though.

The back bumper was pulled off by the previous owner when they fell asleep at the wheel driving across country.

I gave it to my brother and my brother sold it at a profit, the bastard.

Anyway, I am happy someone is loving it and driving it and fixing the dents. Any more work done on it and I won’t recognize it.

Just a little composition from the Green Tea Ice Cream House. I kinda miss it.

I dug up the statue of St. Joseph that I buried at our house.

The trouble is he lost his head. This upset me quite a bit. My father, who lent me the statue and should be upset was like St. Joseph is in Heaven, don’t worry about him.

I feel terrible. I’m sure there is some special punishment for me. As you can see the thing now looks like its fourth century. Anyway, this is the way of my life unintentional beheading of items of worship and devotion. Don’t trust me with your Bodhi tree, I’ll probably wind up chopping it down.

Today we dropped off our keys and garage door openers off at our old house. No more Green Tea Ice Cream house. No more formerly Orange house. I didn’t really have any gift for my Mom or my wife on Mother’s day as I spent all week moving boxes (100 in all) in my car to the storage area.

I can’t say were were overjoyed to leave it. It was a nice house and it is sad that we can’t stay now that the house is perfect.

I am happy that it has sold after nearly an entire year of trying. That is a lot of days spent cleaning. I have never lived in such a clean house.

Right now I am crashed out at my parent’s house. They are quietly unhappy with this state, though they keep telling me that they want me to feel welcome.

It won’t be long though. We will be out of here shortly. As for today, it wasn’t an especially nice Mother’s Day I think. Mrs. Mice is on edge and at one point she flipped me the bird. Normally I would find that endearing, but today was somehow strangely different.

I also missed going to Whole Earth Festival for the first time since I went in 1989. I missed seeing my friends and my ex-girlfriends. Yes, I like seeing my ex-girlfriends. They probably recoil in disgust like looking at Quasimodo.

I am hoping its going to get better from here on out. If it does get worse, don’t tell me about it, I will be busy riniging the bells.

One of my favorite sisters (they are all my favorite) had a birthday recently and I was able to go to the not very surprise birthday party for her. The story of when my brother, my sister and I all went to go see Clan of Xymox play at The Berkeley Square. This must have been like 1985 or so. It was great that we were all able to go and I think it was like 15 bucks to get into this club. It must not have been a 21 and over club (or night) since I know none of us were.

The club was I remember pretty small and all three of us were all pretty close to pressed up to the stage. One of us, possibly the aforementioned sister communicated everything she needed to with one word - “Fremmen”.

We all laughed and agreed that they all were Fremmen. The had very blue blue eyes. Was it contacts or is that just how they make ‘em in the Netherlands? Their name then and now was Clan of Xymox so maybe they were in fact related? They were on the 4AD label with the Cocteau Twins (nothing like twins in the group) so that should been an early indicator that that was rubbish. There was no wikipeda to verify my suspicions either.

There are some photos of them in 1985 that I was able to find, but alas they are all in artsy black and white probably shot with an AE1. So no way to know if the original members were all blue eyed. In our minds they were and always will be Fremmen.

The kind of weird thing for me is that they seem very Goth now. I don’t remember them dressing very Goth, nor do I remember really relating to that ethos in 1985. I guess I thought they were “Alternative” whatever the hell that means. Those were good days. Happy Birthday sister.

If you wonder what happy looks like to me, this is it.

I thought this was going to be definitive proof of the Moaning Myrtle in the boy’s bathroom at my work. Instead its evidence that I am crazy because you cannot hear anything very clearly in the video. Eh, oh well. I am insane.