Thursday, June 9, 2011

Farmer's Crap!

Good evening dear reader(s)!

Tonight I am live blogging to you  from O'Ski's at Victorian Square in Sparks, NV.  As you may or may not know, tonight is the 1st night of the Farmer's Market here in Sparks (or 1 or 2 California berry vendors and a bunch of overpriced fair food market).  Okay, so that wouldn't be too bad, but this year, business like O'Ski's are kept from making any money off of the locals who are starved for entertainment because the City of Sparks has elected to move the market to a little plot of space by the movie theatre, leaving the businesses along Victorian well away from the fun.  The message from the city?  We support California farmers, but think the local Sparks businesses and the local economy can go fuck themselves.  Wow.  And I wonder why the local economy is worse than Detroit!  

Fuck you Sparks!  Fuck you!  Are you trying to be Reno?!?!?  

Please, if you care about your local businesses, events, etc... Contact Mayor Geno Martini @ 775-250-1612 and tell him we support local businesses.  

Thank you, and goodnight.  

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Sorry, didn't quit

Good afternoon dear reader(s)!

As you probably did not notice because you most likely have better things to do, I have not been post-type-thinging lately.  I am determined to change that, but unfortunately, I am also determined to have some money to spend at some point in my life, and that means working, which makes it difficult to maintain the awesomeness that is my blog-type-thing as consistently as I would like and with the quality of run-on  sentences that you have come to know and loathe.  

I am aware of the difficult position this puts you in, what with not knowing the exciting goings on in my wonderful, fast-pace life of excitement and occasional naps.  For that I would like to apologize, but I have a rare disorder that prevents me from doing so.  

So what has been going on since the last time I graced my mother with a post-type-thing?  Well...um...yeah.  So let's just stick to the formula of bitching about stuff, shall we?  

I can't really think of anything to bitch about right now.  Nobody has pissed me off too horribly.  I mean, aside from the perpetual road work on 395, and now 80, I have even been having semi-good traffic luck.  (Knock on wood or nearest wood-grained faux wood product.)  It has been a good 4 days or so since I almost ran over a homeless guy on a bike, Street Vibrators Spring Ze Rally seems to be staying mostly away from me, people haven't been tailgating me when I am forced by traffic to go less than 30 over, & I haven't encountered too many people doing 30 under in the fast lane.  

I like my job.  Alot so far.

My power is on, I might get to start paying companies I have outstanding debt with soon, and there is enough gas to get me to and from work most days.  

I am happy in my relationship.

There has been semi-good music on the radio lately, & there is enough good stuff on my phone to supplement that I am not yet sick of.

It is June and not 108 degrees yet.

Hmmm, so I guess I have nothing to bitch about, right?

WRONG!!!  I am freaking out here!  This is Reno FAILURE!  This isn't "Things are going just fine here in Reno & all is well."  I have not had a run this good in this town, ever.  (Knock on wood, only real wood will do this time.)  I hope that nothing catastrophic occurs.  This is Reno.  

So until next time dear reader(s), pray that when balance is finally restored, it does not involve the death of hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians as I am certain it must based on how well things seem here right now.  Pray that I fail in my prediction of impending doom.  That is one failure I would be happy with.