Cruz

[Greg]

All hail the prophetic power of Greg!

[thatguy]

Upside down cars on 17. It's like a natural barrier.

--tg

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

I swear it has gotten worse. What do you all think? All those cellphone/texting morons?

[Drunk Monk]

There is a dark side to the Cruz.  There are a lot of parasites.  I remember having issues with this a quarter century ago.  Not only are there the homeless and the egocentric hippie kids, there are the fleas.  I am at war with fleas.  The pom and the cat bring them in despite regular doses of frontline and advantage.  My veg family doesn't attract them like me.  They don't have all that tasty fish oil and rich shellfish bottom feeder sludge (like biscuits and gravy of the sea) coursing through their veins.  Cruz fleas are highly evolved.  They can penetrate the thickest sun-tanned and sea-toughened surfer skin, straight through the wetsuit even.  They can cope with the wickedly illicit bloodstreams of Cruzians, dropping a bolus of non-coagulant that expands to 10 times their mass, like PPFY dropping a post-hulkburger bomb at Lynch manor, leaving an itchy scar the size of a fava bean that lasts for weeks.  And they target the soft and tenders.  You know what I mean.  Embarrassing places to scratch.  Man, I wish I could be that toxic to my enemies.

We've had another outbreak of sand fleas.  This year is particularly bad.  Maybe it's due to the superbloom.  Whatever the case, I can't blame the pets because we have no pets right now.  Even Stacy got a few bites.  I got tore up, like always. Dozens of bites all over my body - my flanks, tops of my shoulders, backs of my upper arms, ankles. Looks like the freakin measles.  I soak in epsom salts to sterilize the wounds (only stings for a little bit) and then bathe in bug repellent, sting stop, and tiger balm every night now.  There must be a massive hive under the bungalow this time of year.  

I feel like Lot when he was cursed with all the open sores.  But it's so good to be home.

[Drunk Monk]

Seabright sand mites are a thing. I mentioned it to a kung Fu classmate and he said his wife had the same problem when she lived here years ago. I just wish I could see the little fuckers. So small yet they leave dime-sized welts all over me. I got two on the rim of my anus now. Goddammit.

[Greg]

Have you been looking at your ass in the mirror again?

[Drunk Monk]

Have you been looking at your ass in the mirror again?

Well, when you got a booty as bootiful as DM...

Fun fact: when you get bitten on the ass, you don’t need to look. You know.


Now hurry up and put some cortisone on your nose. DM needs his special medicine applied.

[Drunk Monk]

75+ bites.  Ouch.

I stand corrected on calling these sand fleas or sand mites. Apparently those are actually little crabs and they don't infest houses.  You really only get them on the beach.  These are just seabright fleas in our bungalow.  Stacy and I have both caught one recently.  They are super tiny, like a speck of pepper.  Stacy saw a period move across her book then she realized it was one.  I thought they might be chiggers for a moment, but they don't burrow into skin like chiggers do.  They are just nasty fleas that bite and run. I wish there was advantage for humans.

[Drunk Monk]

My hood sounds like a war zone. Only it’s foggy so I’ve yet to see any fireworks. 

This is the first 4th in a very long time when we don’t have pets.

[Greg]

First time in at least ten years that I have not spent the night comforting a terrified dog. Silence is golden.

[Drunk Monk]

new neighbors.  

the house to the left of our bungalow has always been annoying.  it's super skinny, not really room enough for more than two and no real yard.  first there was a family of three.  the daughter was about tara's age but they never connected. she used to sneak tokes out of what i assume was her bedroom window. i had a perfect view of her trying to be all stealth from my tv sofa.  saw it so many times and it always made me nostalgic for my youth. glad she and tara never connected.

then there was a single mom with three precocious kids. they were native americans and spent some summers in wyoming on the rez, renting out the place thru airbnb.  once a drunk tenant came into our bungalow, said something incoherent and then fled when i confronted her.  we had left the door open and were watching tv.  but the owner's kids were cute sometimes, annoying other times.  there was a lot of fighting and shouting. very noisy. so many people came and went. the house was bought for her but it didn't work out.  she never 'got it together' like her benefactors (parents) wanted and left last spring, rather suddenly.  

it was vacant most of the summer except for workers refurbishing. 

this week, a new tenant seems to have staked claim. there's a new wifi address, plus a 'guest' wifi of the same name.  two similar black muscle cars with almost identical vanity plates - an alphanumeric code one digit apart - maybe a hamm radio address.  one has a deadpool sunscreen.  haven't seen them yet but i suspect they are agents - men in black.  or aliens.  aliens could hide here in the cruz easily.

[Greg]

At least you can steal wifi again.

[cranefly]

At least you can steal wifi again.

FTW!

[Drunk Monk]

At least you can steal wifi again.

password protected. 

[Greg]

That's not very neighborly