Alisha and I spent the day driving over to Havana. Driving into town on Rt 136, we saw 2 seperate signs for the “Historic Watertower”, so I had to stop and take a picture of it. Brick base with a metal tank on top.
After that, we crossed over the Illinois River and visited the Dickson Mounds Museum. Excellent place to visit, but not exactly what we set out for. We headed back over the river to the Chautauqua National Wildlife Refuge., where we took some more pictures.

I got to drive the combine today. And I managed to dump corn into the wagons without spilling much.

Looks like other countries are just as good at sticking there heads in the sand about sex ed as we are:

And that’s just the most amusing quote in the article. The rest of it is much, much worse.

My parents are having a pre-fab house built, here’s a picture of the foundation.

The rectangle on the far side will be the front porch, the square to the right is the garage. The notch out of the garage is the utility room and crawlspace access.

Just because something isn’t part of the standard, that doesn’t mean you don’t have to support it. Especially when all your competitors DO support it. Unless of course you are the 900 lb gorilla that is Intel Corp, then you can do whatever you want.

I might just be a tad bitter right now.

Update (9/15/2004): I guess I needed some sleep or something. After some clear thinking, I reset my SMC access point to factory defaults. Slowly turning features back on, I found the one that was making the Intel wireless card angry.

Insight finally told my cable modem a new ip address.

This should teach me a lesson: Don’t run production things on unstable things. Time to move my blog.

Something Awful has a great diatribe about Indiana and corn today. Too bad they didn’t find the Cornjerkers or the National Sweetcorn Festival website to link to.

Day by day report:

• Thursday night – Tractor pull I, not real good, attendence in the park wasn’t all that good either.
• Friday night – Tractor pull II, a little better, much bigger crowd in the park. I had a deep fried Snickers bar, which was suprisingly good. (“Remember, if you rub it on paper and it turns clear, it’s your window to weight gain!“) After the pull was over, I, umm, had a few beers, went out with the parade route painting crew, and didn’t get home until after 4:30 am.
• Saturday – After the late night, I was pretty much worthless until 5:30 pm or so. After Demo Derby I, we hung out in the beer tent listening to the tunes of XKrush and people-watching the crowd.
• Sunday – After the standard brunch with the grandparents, I worked at Corn on the Cob, feeding ears into the husker. After 4 straight hours of doing that, time for Demo Derby II. There was another derby at Earl Park, IN, so the number of entries was down considerably.
• Monday – Started at corn early in the morning, husking before 11 am to try to stay ahead of the rush when we started serving at noon. We husked , cooked and served the entire 8 tons of corn that was delivered that morning.

I’ll try to get thumbnails of the few pictures I took up soon.

And a parting thought: “Git ‘er dun” is not english.

Yes, I’m still alive. No, it’s not over yet. More details later tonight, maybe even some pictures of the demo derby. Time to go help serving the free, hot, buttered sweet corn.

I took off from work a few minutes early this afternoon, headed over to the Art Theatre and caught a showing of Fahrenheit 9/11. I have to agree with Ardvaark that it’s not going to change anyones mind, but I have to hold some hope that it will.
The scenes of war are probably the most powerful parts of the movie, showing just a glimpse of the horror that will be in the memories of soldiers for many years to come.
The one question I have for George W. Bush: Why have you never attended a soldiers funeral?
Oh well, this just proved my own theory from earlier, I probably shouldn’t have seen this movie.