Deepbluesix’s Weblog

Since being home, I’ve developed a newfound sense of absolute impatience with technology in the boonies. Dial-up is slow and unreliable, cell phone service is spotty at best, and even Dish crapped out during the storm (though that probably has more to do with the….storm….than our remoteness). Despite my frustration, being home at least makes me appreciate life at school that much more. There are also some gems in Buckingham that make it a little more worthwhile.

First, might I direct you to our wiki page, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buckingham_County%2C_Virginia. Though in the throes of a wiki war with my friend Jay (Charlotte County native), the assertion that Buckingham is inhospitable for zebras and that I am (along with Rudolph Roethel) a notable resident was eventually erased, please note that Jay’s addition that “64.02% of married couples had spouses who appeared elsewhere in their family tree, with 16.44% of these being first-cousins, 12.39% being aunt/uncle-niece/nephew relationships, and as much as 11.78% being sibling marriages; the remaining percentage of these were more obscure family ties” has remained without notice for at least 9 months. Not that I find it shocking that Buckingham County, Virginia is not one of wiki’s most frequented pages, but still. Not to mention the fact that it says Peter Francisco had superhuman strength…not my doing.

Anyway, I was roped into going to Buckingham County Day (yep) this past Saturday; Mom wanted to buy some flowers to put on my grandma’s grave for mother’s day, and Dad wanted to see the parade. Fair enough, even though I usually decidedly avoid the festivities. There, along with realizing that I recognize (and can effectively avoid contact with) many residents of Buckingham, I also found the rattail to still be a very real fashion statement. Or, even better, the mullet that is all business until the nape of the neck, with a sheet of locks flowing down the back. Luckily (or not, depending on who you’re thinking about), both of these were mostly seen on Buckingham’s youth, though there’s always some good Billy Ray Cyrus hair to be found among all ages. Seriously, didn’t this die a long time ago? Even though I’m pretty sure it was never particularly attractive, it’s not even cool to have a rattail anymore. I’m sure, though, as my friend John predicted, Buckingham’s youth is just giving us one giant display of irony, since they’re too advanced to be doing otherwise.

Also, hope there weren’t any fires in Buckingham on Saturday; every single fire truck (from every single VFD….) was in the parade. Most of them weren’t even throwing candy.

So being a prime place for people watching (alliteration whaaaat) is always a plus. As long as I don’t want to call someone and tell them about all the fine residents, we’re good.

Plus, we have a McDonald’s now. Sure, they’re everywhere, but now Buckingham is officially part of “everywhere.” Shame that title doesn’t help explain where I live…

The post’s getting lame, but it’s also 2:20. Frustrated as I am by trying to get (and stay) in touch with people, adjusting again to living in my shoebox house and 10×12 room, putting away all the crap I’ve acquired over the course of a year…this was a baller place to grow up. House and…county. And, I mean, even though my parents are destroying my childhood (cut down my favorite tree, I came home on Friday and the shed is leveled…what)…yeah, being a kid in the woods was amazing. A+ for trees, home.

Trees and broadband though….that’d be excellent.