I'm glad my journal was in my bag, so I can write this ( Read more... )

Well, tomorrow I'll have been here one hundred and eleven days. Four ones, right in a row. That calls for a holiday. Just like Monkey-Spotting Day, Scrap's Birthday, Planetary Purp Picking Day, Sick Of Goddamned Turtle Eggs Day, House-Finishing Day, and every other number I thought looked interesting on paper starting with day 8 and most ( Read more... )

Nearly killed myself dragging that yellow clay up here, but I have a good start. There are some flesh-eating fish in the water, so I held a brick in each arm while I balanced on slippery rocks to cross the river; I'd like to see anyone on the RLS Revenge Served Cold do that. Bloody nerve, those boys had ( Read more... )

I've got "Come get me, goddammit, I'm bored as hell" written on the eastern desert plain. I had to write "bored" over because I spelled it "board" the first time. I'm still not sure if that's right. And what else I can add? Maybe I'll start another one. I'm thinking "Free 'tang," but that's false advertising unless I'm lucky enough to get a ( Read more... )

Every damn day I teach the bugger to say please, and every damn night he forgets it. I don't know exactly how smart them things are, so I can't figure out if he's playing with me or if he's just stupid ( Read more... )