Minnesota Laughter And The Need To Scratch
The Portland weather people were at it again yesterday, forecasting great fear and untold troubles that were going to swoop down the Columbia Gorge and bring the city to a dead stand still. One weather personality claimed that the weather was going to be so bad that he had brought enough clothes to the studio to last him till Thursday. Ha! As punishment for his bullshit overstatements, he should be forced to wear every article he brought with him for every forecast until Thursday.

Sure we got a little dusting of snow and some rain but nothing remotely representative of those ‘Ice Storm 2005’ graphics that the news channels had running. Pretty underwhelming really.

It might just be me tho. I’m a little more than irritated. I’ve been plagued for a week now with a vicious case of Poison Oak that I picked up at my Dad’s property last weekend. It’s spread all over my belly and although the belly is not the worst place one could get the rash (I’ve had it in far worst places in my lifetime) it’s proven to be quite uncomfortable. Very fucking uncomfortable.

I’ve been pretty fortunate in life thus far. There’s only one thing that I’m allergic to and that’s the dreaded Poison Oak/Ivy weed. Unfortunately, I’m very allergic to it. When I get it, I gets it bad. The simple solution would be for me to just stay in The City. But from time to time I like to get out amongst the Wild Things and run through the forests. If I stick to well worn trails usually I don’t have a problem. Funny then, that my father would buy a piece of property that is completely overrun with the one thing that can bring his son to his knees. It’s like, if I was Superman, my father (Jor-El) has built a house made entirely of Kryptonite.
Could be that when this Poison Oak clears up I’m going to have to check myself into therapy to figure out why my father would do this to me.