Weather or not.

I understand the concept of June Gloom. It's a dominant weather pattern in Southern California. However, it's getting ridiculous. Legitimate storms might be on the way, which is actually great news, since we're in another drought. You'd think that the government would learn to put water restrictions into effect at all times, and not do a last-minute freak-out every few years. Oh well, such is life and bureaucracy.

Meanwhile, decade-old seeds have managed to actually sprout, take root, and grow in the garden, which itself was formerly abandoned and desolate. The weather seems highly conducive to dreamy, impractical ideas, and the fulfillment of improbable goals. It's comforting, really. The chickens, of course, disapprove of the rain and hail, and seem to blame me for the noise and the damp, clucking at me like angry old bag-women. I'm sorry chickens, I cannot control anything but your food and whether you get eaten or not. (Don't push it, Caligula, you rotten little bowling ball in feathers.)

Surprising windfalls have been occurring, a mysterious paycheck from Crespi graced me with it's presence, and after Louisville's graduation, I had a surprisingly lovely evening with friends I rarely get to see, and who sometimes worry me. Christian went out to apply for jobs, after only moderate threats from me, and the bank teller who cashed the check flirted with me. Charming, of course, but as of now, I'm quite happy with Christian.

Summer is going smoothly, and all plans seem to be going along without too much drama or cataclysm. God willing, this will remain so. My friends and I so far haven't tried to kill each other yet, and there have been no major splits. Nobody is threatening to secede, and a state of emergency has not been declared.

I wish I could say the same for the government. Alaska, of course, is a smoking gun barrel full of wanton animal slayings, Palin's husband is a member of the Alaska Secessionist Party, (go for it, so we can invade, please,) and Dads Against Discrimination is absolutely on some sort of drug. Obama hasn't done anything astoundingly useful yet, and North Korea and Iran are still playing the part of school bullies, being crude and cruel for the sake of attention. California is bankrupt, and we're thinking about auctioning off some landmarks. Dibs on Hearst Castle, thanks.

In other news, at least one Mormon is a biggoted sociopath, having first told me Matthew Shepard deserved to be dragged and beaten to death for choosing to be gay, and that God Himself wanted it to happen, then spitting on me with a loogie that reeked of garlic and was horribly large and raw oyster-like. Also, at least one Mormon is a cool guy, because he's a loyal friend of my family, and as yet, has not expressed any xenophobic, irrational behaviors. I wish people would realize that killing, injuring, or being cruel in the name of God is the biggest sin of all. That's majorly taking His name in vain.

Oh well. I can't change their minds, but I hope I can educate others, or at least come up with better, more entertaining commercials paid for by substantially less shady out-of-state, irrelevant funding. Meanwhile, I shall continue to write, to love, and to enjoy my Constitutional rights as I see fit, and encourage others to do the same. Maybe this weather will help me achieve that improbable goal. Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, because All are Equal.