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June bugs

7/11/2021

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Walked into a swarm of them yesterday. Gross.
  1. It's already July. They're late. (Everything about being late is disgusting, because either you're pregnant, or a self-important asshole who makes a point of always being late because the whole world's supposed to wait on them; or you really didn't mean to and are embarrassed and break into a sweat running to that darn appointment.)
  2. When I was nine years old, my dad lived in a basement and in front of his guest room (aka my room) window the earth was crawling with bugs coming right out of hell (which makes sense as the core is molten lava and devil red). I wanted to hurl, but my dad made me watch because he found it fascinating. He touched them and dangled them in front of my face, explaining how they only come up every couple of years. Also, the noise was kind of scary.
  3. As I live in Europe, I actually walked into a bunch of cockchafers yesterday. As a kid, I saw cockchafers in large numbers exiting Mother Earth. Seriously, who comes up with those names? May bug instead of June bug is fine, but COCKCHAFER?? Like I said: Gross.
BTW, I realize I'm gross myself as I am late on this blog thing again. So. June. After the record player and other stereo equipment from the 70s I managed to get a radio from the 60s. Top condition, working, from a guy who was old when they made that radio and keeps a museum in his cellar. He used to be a TV and radio technician, so all of his radios work because he repaired them. Doesn't like to give them away. Which is what he does if you manage to convince him you're as loony tunes as himself (not exactly hard for me). Yes, I did pay for the Nordmende Boheme radio, but only what he had put into it for repairs. He keeps books on everything and showed me the receipts. Not that I cared. Would have paid double, too. He's definitely not making money with this, but wants his old and used babies in good hands. Like an animal adoption agency – one that really cares where the poor beings go after having been thrown away by previous owners.
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