notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Come on in...


I'm taking time out to send a message to the masses of you who visit this site on a daily basis yet through reasons known only to yourself (YOU may not even know why, a lot of our action and inaction is based on subconcoious thinking) have not left a comment.

As you may or may not know, we lost all our comments trying to improve the comments service. I'll leave it to you to ponder on the tragic irony of that; Ms Alanis Morrisette you may wish to take note. It's like we've set out on some journey, not completely unlike the one undertaken in the Lord of the Rings, though for us, there is no Mordor, there isn't even a ring...coz this journey doesn't end; EVER. Our comments section are like people we meet along the way, they may take pity on our weary souls as we trudge onwards towards a horizon we'll never meet. They may find solace in our plight, be touched in some way (especially by Laura Bush shitting blood), angered, intimidated, or are spurred on to make this world a better place to live in for those less fortunate than themselves.

We've enjoyed your company; although our cool and stoic exterior may not show it; the journey is lonely and any human contact is our bread and water. Think of us like the littlest hobo, constantly moving, BUT WE WON'T RUN OUT ON YOU AT THE END OF THE EPISODE. No, we'll be here, dogged to the end...

But we can't do it without you, so please,

come on in, don't be shy and post a comment...