a ghost is bored

well im stting here in my apartment listening to the latest wilco release a ghost is born, waiting for people to come by and check out the apartment. amanda and i are moving later on this week to the apartment across the hall, and so people are checking this place out. my property managment guy called me and told me that he was stuck at work? and wondered if i could show the people around. so i said okay, and now i am just waiting.

I put on the wilco album instead of what i was listening to for the last hour... radio programming about mysterious flying craft, strange noises in the night and cattle mutilation. i figured it would be better for the folks to hear the wonderful sounds of jeff tweety's voice instead of something like this emanating from my computer:

Larry Jurjens, Rancher (40 years), Farnam, Nebraska: "I come down this canyon (valley surrounded by hills) and I seen this dead cow. I got to looking further and I looked at her eyeball and her eyeball was gone. And then I looked at her bag and it was totally slashed off. I started home and started to think about her tongue and I went back and it was also severed clear back in her mouth. There wasn't anything left of it.

WHAT DID THESE EXCISIONS OR CUTS LOOK LIKE TO YOUR EYE?

Well, it was just a clean cut. The tongue ­ I've butchered a lot of cows and I know the tongue is hard to get out ­ especially with their mouth, without cutting their mouth open. I've never seen anything like it in my life.

WAS IT CUT IN A VERTICAL CUT DEEP WITHIN THE THROAT?

It was back as far as I could see. Her mouth was closed. I pried her mouth open to see if it was still there and it was gone. This was getting about dark, so it was getting hard to see.

WAS THERE ANY BLOOD ANYWHERE AROUND ANY OF THESE CUTS?

There was no blood whatsoever no place on this cow. I didn't see any blood that had drained. Usually a dead cow will have blood around her and there was no blood whatsoever. Even on the back end ­ I never said that before ­ it was all open, but the buzzards had ate her. It was two days and the buzzards had ate her a little bit on the back, but no coyotes or nothing had touched her any place else.

the last guest of the evening just came through mid-blogpost. this guy was a total dude. in my estimation, and i was counting, i think he used the word 'bro' 30 or 40 times in our ten minute conversation. I know all about his dj gigs, and what he is planning on doing this weekend in havasu. in return he knows that this apartment has two bedrooms, three airconditioners, three ceiling fans, and fantastic water pressure. i hope my property manager doesn't rent to that douche bag. i've got to make a phone call....