Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Know Your Rights


D said...

By the Holy Babby Jeebus, I was hoping for some lobster, and they say I can't have it... Damn the bad luck.

Rock Candy said...

Is this about the guy that had the crawfish farm here in Nevada? they came in and killed them all and told him it was going to ruin the natural order of things to grow mudbugs. Destroyed his entire crop because gee they might escape and set up home somewhere in the desert where there is no pond. *eyeroll*

Lavi D. said...

Is this about the guy that had the crawfish farm here in Nevada?

I knew there was a story. This sounds as plausible as any.

This was shot just out of Tonopah - the place is a real redneck compound; beat-up mobile home, junk-littered acreage.

Next to the highway there are the ribs of a quonset hut in whose floor is sunk large white basins probably 4'x4'x4' with water running into them from pipes.

Lobster (crawfish) farm? I didn't get close enoug to any of the basins to check for actual livestock...

D said...

Was it Mina?

Lavi D. said...

Was it Mina?

Wow. What a concept. Search on the internet for information about something that arouses your curiosity.

I'm ashamed to say that I didn't think of it.

I could swear this place was outside Tonopah.


Rock Candy said...

I read this story a while back ago. Raising mudbugs is on my list of things I want to do when I get a life.

D said...

Dear Rock -

You swoon when I use a proper medical term and you want to raise mud bugs...

You are amazing.

Rock Candy said...

I was pre-med in college so yes medical terms used correctly get me to swoonin'.

I am a simple woman I hate the shallow, money driven lifestyle. I would be a whole lot happier shacked up in the country with a fabulous garden, a talapia pond and a mudbug farm. Toss in a few chickens, turkeys and pigs (swine, not human) and I could be perfectly happy.

I can cook crawfish better than most coonasses. Pinchin' tails and suckin' heads is an addiction I can admit to publicly.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.