King of the Hill

My hometown and its outlying environs is a sorta weird mix of local Republicans who've lived there since the dawn of time, Citiots, and displaced hippies. Driving up the Taconic you'll see a trailer home next to an apple farm next to a Greek revival homestead next to some bizarre anthroposophic place.

There's this one place in particular that features a strange assortment of sculptures on the hill overlooking the parkway. Strange to the point of distracting. I mean, people apparently drive off the road while craning their necks to see the statuary. One of the bigger items is a big dumb head. I always swore that if I won a million dollars the first thing I'd do is buy that head and then BLOW IT UP so that it would send shards and boulders flying down the hill. Wouldn't that be fun? I guess.

Anyhow, I was reading Bad News Hughes a while back and I think I found my future husband. I mean, someone who is willing to nurture a 500-lb pumpkin from seedling to full-grown so that he can blow it up is clearly a kindred spirit. I mean, I'm not a huge fan of New Hampshire (aside from the wonderful fireworks that can be purchased there) but I think I could make some compromises as long as he lets me play with his guns.

Anyhow, my cookies are almost ready and I should post before my cat unplugs the computer again. So, if you're feeling it, here's another Minutemen tune called King of the Hill. It's off Project Mersh, which was kinda conceived as a joke but it's still really damned good, so shut the fuck up.