Off for the weekend.

I love going on vacation, even if it’s only to Minneapolis.

Hopefully, though, I won’t have to hear the obligatory “I’d never go back to Sioux Falls” crap. I like this town. I grew up here. It’s part of me. I’m not a Minnesotan, and I never felt like one even in the 4 years I spent there. I’m always first and formost a South Dakota kid, no matter how ridiculous that sounds.

(And, yes, that sounds ridiculous.)

But, I guess, there’s a lot to be said about being comfortable. Like Rob’s quote in High Fidelity, Sioux Falls isn’t boring. But it isn’t spectacular either. It’s just- good. Very good.


On a more tragic note, it appears that Hunter S. Thompson was talking to his wife, Anita, on the phone when he shot himself.

That’s fucked up.

I can’t even say anything about that, except how horrible that must have been when she figured out what had happened.

The story is here.


This was lovingly handwritten on February 25th, 2005