Beck and chickens

I saw a Bimbo Bakery delivery truck this morning. With a name like that, I imagine hard working topless young women in hairnets kneading dough at 3AM in the morning, baking fresh loaves of bread just for you and me.

Cross your fingers. I may have gotten the computer running smoothly again. Over 9 months of agonizing, wondering what the heck was wrong with CD and DVD burning, more recently camera memory card uploading. I'm not getting my hopes up. But signs are encouraging tonight. Too complex an explaination. If it turns out that I fixed it, I will be promoted from King of the Nerds to Dictator of the Nerds. Here's to hoping.


Puddles, not poodles.


Yellow beet seedlings. I think. It could be some sort of weed. Who knows.


I hauled all this dirt. Filled it in and tamped it down. Maybe half a ton of dirt. Wet dirt. Uphill. Dammit.


This is probably the fourth sand pile. It keeps growing and shrinking. This pile of sand is relatively large and new. Which is kind of sad because it means there's still lots more work that needs to be done.


Slate's been sitting here for ages...... eons and eons of sub-surface sedimentary rock formation, only to surface and have to wait and wait and wait some more.... yet to be installed.


I just like how the feather is growing out of the grinding wheel.


Zankou Chicken. The same Zankou Chicken immortalized in one of Beck's songs on Midnite Vultures. Zankou Chicken makes me happy. Chicken tarna plate. Red pickles. I'm drooling again as I type this. I think the winky woman behind the counter likes me. She gave me two containers of garlic sauce tonight. Everytime I go, I try to buy a Zankou t-shirt. They never have them. Getting to be as frustrating as that damned ice cream truck that never stops for me. I hate them.


A level showed up tonight. I hope this means they're starting the tile work soon.


Red bag of plastic cement. Showed up tonight also.


Blue bag of portland cement. I have no clue what the difference is between the blue bag and the red bag. And what the heck does a city in Oregon has anything to do with concrete?