What is up with this heat? I don't remember ever having such a long, drawn-out heat wave. But maybe my memory is short.

It's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know where to begin.

I picked-up a couple of tickets to Jack Johnson. He's going to be at the Reno Hilton next month. Emilie is anti-Jack Johnson, so I'm going to try to find someone to go with who appreciates his music.

I've been carefully developing some phobias. Technically it's just one phobia, I suppose. While in Glendale for work this last week I went in search of the Gamble House Micro cache. The cache is located in a huge garden with lots of plants and trees. I noticed immediately upon entering the vicinty of the cache that there were spiders. Lots of spiders. The longer I looked for the cache the more spiders I noticed. They were in the plants and hanging from the trees.

At first I felt a little creepy, crawly; however, this feeling quickly turned into an all-out shortness-of-breath, sweating and hopping-around-like-a-girl freak-out. I quickly retreated from the area and struggled to regain my manly composure.

Later that evening while in the Hollywood area I stopped to look for The Kool-Aid Fountain cache. It was in a city park and should have been an easy find. Without going into detail I'll just say that the hunt ended with me putting my face into a spider web just inches from a big spider. I yelped like a puppy that just got its tail stepped on. That was the last cache I looked for in California.

The tale continued in Nevada as I looked for the Sage One cache. Emilie was shopping at Old Navy in Carson, so I went out in search of a couple quick, nearby caches. The cache was in a wooden box that was buried in the ground. As I lifted the ammo can out of the box I saw a scorpion hanging out under the cache. A rock fell into the box, which prevented the can from fitting back in place. As a result, I had to reach into the scorpion box to remove the rock. I signed the log and high-tailed it out of there.

Fear of scorpions and fear of spiders are both covered under the "arachnophobia" umbrella, I think.

Work pretty much stinks these days. For the first time at my new job I've been feeling like I shouldn't have left my last job. I'm sure it will work out in the end, but the new place suffers the same problem as that last place - everyone wants a say in everything, but no one wants to take responsibilty for anything.

Oh, well. That's enough griping.

Hopefully that's enough reading to keep you entertained for a while.