welcome to the future.

i've been listening to a lot of country radio over the past, i don't know, 36-83 weeks. maybe more. i never used to do this. honestly. scout's honour. there've been some good singles passing through, and some terrible ones and a lot of "meh". i've noticed that if a song's good, it better be REALLY good, cos they only "drop" like five songs in rotation. if you like a song, you better wanna hear it four or nine times a day. and there's a few dudes tryna "out-hick" each other. one guy has the line "climb on up/ but honey, watch the cup/ where i been spit'n muh dip tonight". din't realise "dip" was "literary". guess i was wrong.
in other news, my "hikng buddy" is in tennessee. she sent me a text saying she just got her butt kicked at "Racko". i have no idea what that is. my thought was "why are you up so late? it's almost 11 over there and my parents are already nodding off here at eight!" then i thought about my thought, and i thought, "maybe there's an answer to your thought within that thought." then i just stopped thinking. that's usually best.
in other other news, dinner tonight was some kinda potato coloured ham dish with potatoes. can't vouch for the potatoes, but there was one box shaped chunk that had more "torsional stiffness" than the rest of the goo, so i think it was potatoes. my mom works "in the kitchen" at a retirement home and she brings home leftovers and she and my dad think "FREE FOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!" and i think. . .well. . .i've already covered that. and considering my reasoning for crashing here while waiting for snow is "FREE FOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!" i've no place to be saying anything. so i ate it.
in other other other news, i started tuning skis today, finally, which was kinda cool. the most important part of my job is to stare out the window and keep tabs on all the toddler ski patrollers "in training". (which is probly exactly what you'd expect toddlers "in training" to be.) i can tell who they are among the rest of the mountain folk cos they all have identical green patagonia puffies and really clean "mountain khakis" brand fake carhartts and they follow each other around discussing how "world travel" is "real enrichening". if you say you don't have the money to travel, they look at you as though you're speaking a foreign language. the one they din't bother to learn in whatever impoverished country they visited cos "it's what poor people speak".
anyway. just practicing my superpower.