The Goat planted some corn behind our little utility shed in the backyard. It was more or less hidden from view unless you go all the way to the rear of our property. Since this is a place where Erins rarely tread, I did not know about the Secret Goat Corn Garden until he led me back there by the hand the other day.
Even though it was not a very large patch of corn, it totally rocked my face off.
My Dearly Beloved was worried that the raccoon (more on that to follow--it's turning into a situation similar to this) would eat the corn, so he asked me to harvest the crop.
Here are the results:
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oh yea? what else has The Goat secretly planted back there?
p.s. unrelated: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW3-sS7QggQ&feature=related
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That was so silly, swine!
In the strange and wonderful way of the cosmos, I was already thinking way too much Bukowski this week (or is way too much Bukowski never enough?), only to have swine make a keen Bukowski reference at my site today, and now seeing the secret corn garden at your place, Erin, my binoculars view Mickey Rourke in full "Barfly" character going after that secret corn garden. Watch out for Mickey Rourke, and also, perhaps -- the strange and wonderful way of the cosmos. How does this all happen?
See corn garden.
See Goat in corn garden.
See corny post about Goat in corn garden.
Got butter?
That ear is cuter than the ear of an elf. Or a leprechaun. The Goat harvests tiny corn. COOL.
That is the cutest damn corn I've ever seen. Go Goat!!!!
too much Buk is never enough Buk.
the corn scene in Barfly is fabulous.
Geoff and swine, I love that this post somehow rounded a corner and is now having coffee with Bukowski and Rourke. And you win, I'll rent "Barfly."
Amy: I used to butter 'em up, now I use a good olive oil and a shake o' sea salt--yummmmmm.
Karen and Hope: they are really cute, but alas, the Goat was hoping for something a little bigger. I said, "don't worry, honey, I'll put it in my mouth anyway."
This of course, did not placate him.
You nibble the Goat's corn most erotically.
You ought to do librarian porn.
Erin, leave it to the Germans to come up with a cutesy song about shit-sausage.
When you're done with Barfly, check out the other Bukowski film: Factotum (w/Matt Dillon as Bukowski and Lili Taylor as Jane).
and thanks for the tip on Geoff's site. Great place.
Goat was growing corn back there all that time and you didn't know?
I figured the deer would get it.
RJ
P.S. Save the stalks for biofuel.
The Goat is a better man than I.
If growing corn in secret is the worst of his deeds.
Also, having grown up in Iowa I need to say: that is some sorry assed looking corn. But well done nevertheless.
Chemist: I honestly did not know!
RJ: You think I could grind up the stalks and boil 'em up and pour them into the Mini?
VF: I believe you're right, the corn is a bit stunted, but the Goat is a good man for trying.
Ya know...I wrote here that his corn was 'cute' - then thought to myself...'What man wants to hear that?' I love it that he had his own little secret cornfield tho. That's the best part. I guess size does matter in many, many things.
on behalf of (s)wine's 4 year old (recite with puckered lips):
"oooh look at doze cute teeny weeny cobsh of corn!"
Dean and Pork, I missed you guys before! In Dean's case, it's understandable as he has no avatar (but rest assure that I really know how to nibble my Goat's ears). But I missed the Pork! I'm slipping.
Guess I'm not so good at comment replies anymore. erf.
Hey Hope, but little corn is still better than no corn.
Moment: Hi! And I'm certainly glad to hear that your Dearly Beloved has diversions other than Kackwurst cartoons. My kid couldn't wait to nibble on one of those little cobs ...
Maybe the Goat bought seeds for that miniature corn you get with asian food by mistake??
Let's just keep telling him that VF ...
It's a good thing that I do not share my gardening secrets with Erin, or they may show up on the blog and everybody would know how to grow these massive corn stalks. Never fear, I will continue my efforts (to the amusement of all), and someday? will be rewarded with the harvest I imagine every spring.
Goat
Hi Goat.
Re: Growing up in Iowa;
Knee high by the 4th of July was the mantra, otherwise, yield not so good. This is when marrying a Goddess who scores hot dogs for $.69/b. is crucial.
Goat, you have enough corn for 1/2 shot of whiskey, or 10 minutes at idle in a flex fuel vehicle burning ethanol. Your choice. Either way, rock on with the domestic self sufficiency. Ifen the revenoors cain't see it, th' cain't tax it.
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