September 9th, 2007

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he thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for sure, like every other unindicted coconspirator

Many things have occurred in the last two days. Phred has had his Windows washed, and everything reinstalled; Ethel is getting the same treatment. I have 200 gigs of free space divided between the various HDs now. Wooo! Man, I remember when a computer with a lot of storage had a tape drive.... cassette tape, that is.

I suspect I will be buying a Honda soon. Possibly one born this millennium, as I am really just waiting on the garage getting around to telling me that Eunice is officially DNR.

I hope I can find one that's not silver or gold. It seems as if nearly all Hondas are silver or gold...

In other news, netcurmudgeon and ashacat and evynrude and I did a very little hiking today, the first, super-easy dry run in Project Kilimanjaro. Species noted include Solomon's seal, asters, shagbark hickory, eastern newt efts, a brown-hooded owlet caterpillar (eating the asters), an eastern cottontail wabbit, and a baby milksnake that ashacat rescued from the cement stairwell of Heublein Tower, where it had somehow gotten stranded.

netcurmudgeon has some  photos of the mountain (pretty), the rest of the gang (charming), and one or two including me (at my least attractive) up over here,

via willshetterly, !Gorey does "!The Trouble With Tribbles."
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tree born crooked, never grow straight.

On the hike today we saw a tree that had rooted up a talus slope, right at the base of the cliff, at the top of the scramble. It was maybe a thirty-foot tree, two feet thick at the base, with a couple of subsidiary trunks. The roots, some as thick as my thigh or waist, spidered across exposed rock some twenty feet or more in places, to the earth below. They were gnarled, knotty. The tree itself was twisted up from an enormous knot at the bottom where it had grown around the rocks that bordered whatever tiny crack it had rooted in when it was sapling.

It looked like a rock-trained bonsai that somebody had hit with an enlarging ray. It was deformed and twisted and stubborn, and quite strong. It was the loveliest tree we saw on the walk.

The moral is left as an exercise to the class.
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