I'm off in the air, in a car, in the woods, in a car, and in the air again until Tuesday evening.
In lieu of your Regularly Scheduled ***Blog, might I instead recommend some viewing from the Link List o' Alternatives down the left-hand side. You find me interesting, I find them interesting, perhaps ... well, you do the aesthetic calculus.
So have fun ...

... I know I will.
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that doesn't really look like roughing it.
Man oh man oh man-
I want to go camping with you!
Wow!
hm....are you really terry pratchett in disguise?
it must be the hat.
Can that really be considered roughing it if you have electiricity for a blender?? And I only count 8 bottles of Vino, sure that's going to be enough?
You should see what the Consortium's kitchen counter looks like when we do "Margie Gras".
This is a picture of a camp-out, people... imagine a get-together where the express intent is to drink enough that sleeping over is mandatory.
Man... if they had camping like that here... (which I'm sure they do, I'm just unlucky enough to have friends that like REAL camping)...
I'd be one happy camper.
Whine...
Aren't they back yet?
(to the tune of "Are we there yet?")
(And yes, I know. Tuesday. Tuesday Evening.)
Sigh.
Does ***Dave's blog time out by day? Popped on this morning and found a mostly blank page.
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