I went out to my mother's tonight (we had dinner at Garcia's, w00t!) and we went down to the bridge to see how the continued, endless rain has made its impact. Turns out the bridge is flooded, the first time I've seen it like that (or at least that I can remember, although she's shown me pix of when something similar happened in 2004); water is running willy-nilly over the bridge and into the area beneath the train tracks, and the water there is almost up to the bridge. If it continues to rain the way it has the past few weeks, in another week you'll have to ferry cars across the bridge in a goddamn boat, because the entire area will be completely underwater. This rain thing, it grows ridiculous....

I also saw the goats again, but tragically, I have no pictures to post this time.

My mother did not think Kiss the Anus of a Black Cat was a particularly good name for a band. I told her they must have chosen it because Poopshaker was already taken.

I'm also going to have to go to bed soon, for I have to get up and return to work in the morning, o boo hoo, now I am a sad cheese!

When exorcisms go wrong.