seriously, though, MORE rain?

i shoot guns on wednesdays,
but unless i want to shoot at fish,
i'm not shooting anywhere around here today.
a hard rain, ya'll.
it's a-fallin'
i just checked the 10 day forecast.
hilarious.
all rain, all day, all the time.
friday my sparkle-magic saplings,
the spit-hot-fire sisters, harvest skye and maple star are comin' up.
my kamikaze kids are gonna go batsh!t if it rains every day they're here.
maybe i'll get a kickass tarp and make a trench-warfare bivouac fort,
and we'll burn stuff to ward off the damp.....
wwI style.
heck,
could be we'll even make some soy hot cocoa in an old helmet or something.....

what else can i do?
get butt naked, and get wet, son.
it's been dark for so many days that it's even almost cold outside.
ridiculous.

this type of year, with so much of this type of weather,
with a lot of early heavy snow, and late rain,
leads to serious ramifications for the woodsly goodness.
more water means more mosquitoes,
which means more bats.
happier trees means excess acorns, ya'll.
i'm talkin' about a total turned-up to eleven tonnage increase.
which means more mice and squirrels, and therefore more coyotes and owls....
watery root systems and rich grassy soil nutients also mean brighter fall foliage.
which means more tourist-trapped leaf-peeping toms looking at the brightness of the woodland.
which in turn means more movie-check makin' madness all fall, ya'll.....
interconnected activities, people.
silver linings to all these open wounds in the sky.
like my homegirl, ann peebles, sings, my ninjas:
'i can't stand the rain.'
(i'm supa dupa fly, b!tches)
google THAT sh!t, a.s.a.p.
bringin' back sweet memories....


i have one of ^these^ comin' my way someday soon, ya'll.
ruger's 454 casull super redhawk alaskan.
deep discounts displayed, and definite deal-delving dopeness dominated....
my man greg d. has the serious hook -up.
and he is helping your favorite battle-beast be better at barbarian berserking.
he's got it goin' on like that green alder tree.
generosity, y'heard?
my modern-age myth making is certainly abetted by my berserker barbarian buddies.
i'm sayin',
without my peoples, keepin' it viking-style would be waaaaay harder.
especially using axes exclusively.
and these bullets, kids, are mutha-flippin' BIG.
you already know i'm super excited to blast-off some wrist-destroying cannon fire.
if it ever stops raining.
never quiet, never soft, never dry.......