Doooown home town

Ahhhh... to be in the land where cowboy hats are an acceptable fashion statement; the land where you open up your host's closet to find four or five hunting rifles. It's a great place though, even with lots of little yellow magnet-ribbons over-patriotically adorning the rears of one in twenty cars. You get used to it all after a while, and just ignore all the stupid crap in the face of the real stuff. Like the river. However pumped full of industrial chemicals it is, it's still the Mississippi. I'm glad I thought to get some of it.

Anyway, I'm here in my grandparents' house with my uncle and aunt's family. They're pretty nice. Haven't seen 'em in about five years. I get a huge flashback with my cousin Neil. He is soooooo much like Brian was, with even more energy if that's possible.

I also saw Revenge of the Sith yesterday. It was everything I expected, which wasn't a whole lot. Worth seeing once, but I wouldn't take anyone *special* to it.