There’s a new fence on the Schrantz compound, courtesy of a day’s work by me. The real tragedy here is that I took all week off from work to have a “vacation”, and then I spend my days building fences. By choice. Sad, sad.

And yes, our backyard really is that ugly. Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead.

From the “I never thought I’d see it” files come this picture. I was cruising through downtown Carson City, when I saw an anti-war demonstration! Right here in fag-hatin’, gun-totin’, Bush-votin’ Nevada. And right on the steps of the State Senate, no less! I thought I was the last lib’rul left in the state, but now it seems there’s at least three or four others.

For a minute I thought I might have driven too far and ended up in San Fransisco or Berkeley (which is the root of all liberalism, according to the local Letters to the Editor page). But no, I was still at home, and I realized that the country really is evenly split, moreso than some people would like to admit.