I had to end last nights post rather abruptly. My beat-down of Senator Jim Inhofe was interrupted by another round of nasty storms blowing through, forcing me to power down. Tornado sirens 'til 3AM, but I never had to actually get in the bathtub.

I completed my journey to the heart of red-state Amurka today, and have now set up a temporary Abandon Mythology command center in an undisclosed location near Oklahoma City, disguised as a '70s era 1-bedroom apartment. It's ugly, but it seems to have good intertoobz. I'll be blogging from here for a while, relating the southern style, deep-fried experience.

Nothing much to report thus far. The hole markers at the local disc golf course have been vandalized, making it very difficult to play if you don't already know the course. For a while I was just sorta wandering around throwing frisbees. One of the first things I notice every time I come here is an almost complete lack of sidewalks. And then, of course, I start noticing the abundance of fat people. With my spare tire, I look like a native. Sigh.