This is not a buzzworm. It is, however, his office.
Touting this week’s installment of Desert Oracle Radio, Ken Layne notes:
Portents and signs, everywhere we look. But signs of what? Oh, the usual: plague, disaster, but at least we have social media to make it all worse.
On my hike this morning I saw two snakes, a buzzworm at the beginning and a bull at the turnaround point.
Surely this must have been a sign of something? Probably that I had seen two snakes in the actual grass instead of on Twitter.
Tags: buzzworms, Desert Oracle Radio, Twitter
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September 4, 2021 at 1:51 pm |
I should shoot my Twitter account in lawful self defense.
September 4, 2021 at 4:16 pm |
I peek in over the transom from time to time; BRAIN runs a selected cycling Twitter feed in a sidebar on its website, and I’ll scan a bit to see if there’s anything amusing. Mostly there isn’t.
I haven’t used my own account since Dec. 31, 2017.
September 4, 2021 at 9:08 pm |
Only decent thing I’ve seen there in months was this:
September 5, 2021 at 3:02 pm |
Good one!
September 5, 2021 at 6:49 am |
Now that’s funny. I bet he really gallops along.
September 4, 2021 at 2:58 pm |
The two snakes, buzzworm and the bull don’t care, but it helps me to know they’re there. Your words and humor from the drier region help me keep from going postal. Thanks for reminding me about the Desert Oracle!
September 4, 2021 at 4:21 pm |
You’re welcome. I’m a fan, too, and kick a little money to his Patreon account.
I didn’t notice that buzzworm until he buzzed at me. I haven’t seen many snakes this year and he caught me by surprise — dude was all coiled up under some trailside vegetation about three feet away when he sounded off. He seemed irritable so I decided against photography.
The bull snake was just all stretched out in a sandy wash, catching some rays. Didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
September 4, 2021 at 8:19 pm |
That was a good episode or the Desert Oracle. Thanks for the link.
Problem with buzzworms is you run them over before you, or they, know it when you’re moving fast. And, it always pisses them off.
If social media went away tomorrow, would it really matter? Only the addicted and pushers would notice. Just another addiction that I don’t need.
September 5, 2021 at 6:56 am |
You’re welcome, Hoss. I like listening to him thinking out loud. I wonder whether he sticks to a script or just freestyles.
I was walking when I met up with this buzzworm and he was already in a bad mood. Maybe he’d just checked his Twitter feed. Had to bunnyhop one at our Weirdcliffe place once. Neither of us enjoyed the experience.
Trail 365, which we can access a couple blocks up Comanche, is really narrow pretty much down to the upper Piedra Lisa parking lot past Candelaria, and overgrown on both sides. Lots of places for a snake to grab a nap while soaking in some September sun. A fella wants to have both eyes open when he takes that stroll. Dodging an irritable viper will put you into the cacti.
September 5, 2021 at 7:58 am |
And, I remember how much you like interactions with cacti, especially the dreaded cholla.
September 5, 2021 at 11:38 am |
You wanna see snakes, just look at the republican caucases in every state. Just saying.
September 6, 2021 at 3:32 am |
Dude, what did snakes do to you that you disrespect them so?
September 5, 2021 at 3:07 pm |
Another safe driver in Albuquerque.
https://www.abqjournal.com/2426522/apd-driver-reached-speeds-of-140-mph.html
September 5, 2021 at 4:14 pm |
That’s just down the road a piece from El Rancho Pendejo. Happily, we are rarely out and about at 1 in the a.m.
Dude tells the cop: “Suck my [expletive].” He really wanted to go to the clink for the night. I guess the Motel 6 was all full up. His momma must be s’proud.
Now that I think about it, it was 44 years ago on Labor Day weekend that I got tossed in the clink in Denver. But I wasn’t driving 140 mph, and I wasn’t the one who lipped off to the John Laws … for all the good it did me.
September 6, 2021 at 7:51 am |
Yeah, that’s what I vaguely recall from the time I was at your estate. Like you, I’m rarely if ever out at that hour.
I managed to avoid that situation in my misspent youth. Only time I got pulled over for riding the motorcycle like a total a-hole, I didn’t lip off to the cop and he actually took the time to convince me to not try committing Suicide by Motorcycle ever again. Plus, he wrote me up for doing 19 over rather than 85 in a 45 and reckless, so I kept my license. But that sure put a bunch of points on my New York State license. Got me thinking, too. That Suffolk County deputy probably did save me from myself back in those days. Glad he wasn’t de-funded…
September 6, 2021 at 8:20 am |
Two things quenched my youthful need for speed. The first was catching a 110-mph ride in an XKE while hitching to Palmer Lake, Colorado. The second was overcooking a pair of downhill corners just outside of Colorado City at 120 or thereabouts in a borrowed GTO. It’s been the slow lane for me ever since.
September 6, 2021 at 4:06 am |
At $80K, I’m thinking Adam’s daddy won’t be too happy getting that car out of the impound yard. Or visiting the boy in the slammer.