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.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Fast Food Nation

It's a sad state of affairs when one of our shipmates boldly boards the rank deck of another vessel and engages in fierce battle with the Evil but resilient captain...only to watch helplessly as she tucks her rusty cutlass between her legs and retreats to the cold comfort of the infinite ocean. Cowards be damned! Beldaz - Come back aboard, mate, we've got your back. There are plenty of fish in the sea that need to be taught these waters are not for their kind. Let that one go, for there's no meat on those frail bones. You fought well. Now unfurl the flag!

And we all sail on.

Meanwhile, I came across an ally who presented this horror story as an example of all that can go wrong with humanity. I post it here as a reminder, in these times of Great Conflict and political ambiguity, that we can all agree on at least one thing: this never should have happened.

(thanks m.b.i.)