Money Supply
It's runnin' low. Real low.Good thing my trip to Dublin is off, I'm not sure I could afford it.
Also, my federal tax return was returned to me due to insufficient address. I used the envelope they sent with my forms, but I guess I never checked the address. So ...my $800 has yet to arrive.
August in Wisconsin is hot and sweaty with occasionally insane thunderstorms. It starts off with the State Fair, held in West Allis, which is in Milwaukee county. All the rural folk from "outstate" (a Milwaukee term for all people living in Wisconsin but not living in the Milwaukee area) rumble into town for about 11 days.
The state fair is actually kinda neat. Lotsa farm animals, propaganda by the milk and beef counsels, rides, beer, fat people, and modern day snake oil salesmen. The state fair grounds contains many large exhibit halls that are filled with people trying to sell you crap by calling it "Miracle" this or "Magic" that. It's kinda neat to actually have someone trying to sell you something with conviction and flair. Normally, I buy all my wares on impulse at the mall or on impulse while browsing online when I'm supposed to be working. It's a nice change.
The state fair also has carnival rides and games. I've seriously outgrown rides. I used to love them. I was fearless (except for the rides that kept you upside down too long). But now, I'm just not interested. Phony thrills are just not my bag anymore.
I do like to play those games that only idiots play, ...you know, where you have to shoot out a star with your bb-machine gun, or knock down iron weights painted like milk bottles, or whatever. I hate the carny-folk, though. It takes a special kind of moron to insult me as a way of getting me pay $2 for the privilege of throwing darts at a balloon.
So, unless it rains (and it usually does during the state fair), I'll be going back this year (skipped last year). I guess I just miss the smell of manure, spilled beer, sweaty-overweight-baby-boomers, long lines, suffocating heat, and torrential rains.
On a related note, since moving back to Wisconsin, I've developed a renewed love-affair with California.
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