screwed some fakes

Godclouds. a sure sign of favour/fury.

August. Not so bad as july so far. Luckily (despite FLQ pressure no doubt) we never adopted that French Revolutionary Calendar [http://windhorst.org/calendar/], or we'd still be stuck in crappy old Thermidor. Thermidor was just too intense. And additionally did very little to live up to its hot hot name.
So fuck it.
Bring on Fructidor and i shall reap what i've sown...
tomato, pea, zucchini, bean and beet wise that is.

All other investments and efforts remain largely fruitless, as is the style of the time.

Light Housekeeping at ye olde Whitehouse Cabins compound is going well. I mostly get to hang out with Jill and make jokes about publics and quench my obsessive-compulsive anxiety through cleaning. Ah sweet repetition and order.
Also i shall soon begin learning the ways of electric car building via monkey helpering in Doug's shop, which should be a sitcom of a time i figure. I will report when i return from the future.

Moosehide Gathering was a slice, lots of good dancing and singing and even hypnotism. You bet. And man do people (including hypnotists) like to say "hypmatize" instead of "hypnotize".
Very frusterating.
The food was delicious beyond belief, the boatrides were fun, and the church is still strange and great. I love moosehide, even if it gives me weird(er) dreams.








Happy surprise b-day to Butt Shore.
The only surprise birthday party i ever attended that was a surprise.
Good surprise.





plus gutting a bag-o-wine like a sacrificial cow for sangria.
there was also a 'cake' involved, but i was too sangria to take photos at that stage...pity(?)
ya bdays.

Uploading cds is too tedious even for me.

But...
High plains drifter: one hell of a song.

so maybe it's worth it.