I Don't See Any Method At All, Sir

Boy, it sure is hot today - if by hot I mean windy and by today I mean today.

I was supposed to get away from wind when I left the gorge, dammit. You've disappointed me in every possible way Eugene, even though I like you and you really haven't let me down all that much. It's just not working out.

Happy National Pretzel Day, everyone. I don't have any pretzels, though; only pretzel sticks, and everyone knows they're evil because they're vaguely remiscent of a phallus. To the stake with pretzel sticks! But wait - the stake is also vaguely remiscent of a phallus.

...To the stake with the stake!

I got rickrolled by Dollar Tree on Saturday. I don't know how to feel about that.