Adventures in Wine Country

Yeeeah Boiiii

2009-08-20T16:46:00.001-07:00

48 more to go!

My first free bottle of wine from work

2009-08-20T15:47:00.000-07:00

I think it's the private reserve Chardonnay, tough to tell though as
there's no label.

Excerpts from the St. Helena Police Log

2009-08-19T21:03:00.000-07:00

2110 - Report of two trucks spinning donuts on Quail Court. Officers started to check the area, but were diverted for another call.

As if we needed any more indication that this country's law enforcement officials possess hopelessly jumbled priorities...

Work

2009-08-19T20:48:00.000-07:00

It happened. Today. I can now determine precisely how much sugar is in samples of wine by sheer power of will.

Excerpts from the St. Helena Police Log

2009-08-09T15:18:00.000-07:00

It's that ill-defined time of the week again...

1047 -- A Sylvaner home was toilet papered overnight.

Yup. Toilet paper.

Food and such

2009-08-07T19:20:00.000-07:00

I made stir-fry tonight. More accurately, slightly undercooked veggies and slightly overcooked meat ft. kikkoman stir-fry mix and chili sauce. It was passable and, since about three pounds of the stuff currently resides in the fridge, will sustain me for some time to come. Also, I've got sammich materials, which is quite exciting.

I've noticed that this town has a distinct rhythm about it, it belongs to the locals from Monday through Thursday, the tourists (or Marin County assholes as my new best friend [Jim the cranky old gentleman, of local bar fame, who's lived here for over sixty years, so he tells me] calls them) from Friday through Sunday. They putter about, unwilling spawn in tow (this is not the area that would be fun for anybody uinder twenty-one, yet another reason to love the place) spending money. Which supports the locals for the other four days of the week, for which I am grateful. They do strut about as though they own the place, then again, I suppose they do.

Yay.

2009-08-05T18:29:00.000-07:00

I have the internet now. Finally all of that insufferable "reading" and "meeting people" can be put to rest. I was getting worried for my health.

Hah! Internet!

2009-08-01T12:51:00.000-07:00

I have found me some free wireless at the local coffee shop. The coffee is quite passable. Thus fueled, I can chat a bit about St. Helena. It's a rather picturesques small town, mountains (albeit tiny ones) to the east and west, vineyards to the north and south. The few people I've met have been nice--then again, it is rare for people to act rudely upon first contact. I sense internet in my future, as a post 8 o' clock promenade found me shuttered storefronts and solitude. Barring restaurants, which are consistently too expensive for me. So, comcast can expect a call in the future.

I am quite fond of my living situation, my room is well lit and pleasant. Albeit lacking in some manner of sound production device. That can be remedied.

I'm bored of writing now. More later.

Excerpts from the St. Helena Police Log

2009-07-31T22:51:00.001-07:00

This may have to become a regular feature...

1741 -- Police contacted a few juveniles who were skateboarding,
breaking bottles and commiting vandalism at the elementary school.

My Room

2009-07-31T19:46:00.001-07:00

Here it is. Whoop whoop.

Grapes!

2009-07-30T08:51:00.000-07:00

Look at 'em! Growing & stuff.

Skype!

2009-07-27T12:57:00.000-07:00

I'm on it now.

ross.p.kelly

Leaving on a jet plane...

2009-07-24T15:22:00.000-07:00

Farewell Chicago, I'm sad to leave, but rather happy to be leaving.

Pigeons

2009-07-23T13:39:00.000-07:00

Note their quiet dignity and appreciation for the finer things in life.

2009-07-22T15:07:00.001-07:00

I've been working here, up to 6 minutes ago. Good times.

Number 1!!!!!

2009-07-22T14:45:00.001-07:00

This will end in either apathy or disaster.