The boy and his mother leave for Tahoe today, a weekend skiing trip planned with the boy's buddy and the boy's buddy's mother. Moms and sons, off and up into the semi-wild Sierras to go snow chasing. The boy loves snow, talks about it in his sleep.
I will take the boy to the mountains soon, also. Denver, in mid-April, the Easter-Tax weekend. So, he will get his fill of snow sports before the climate deniers have it their way.
CS sent me a link this morning documenting the wild radioactive boar problem at Fukushima. I was tempted to go change the hyperlink color to red for this post, but fuck it.... I might not ever change it back. Then you, my dear readers, would be stuck with distractingly colored hyperlinks. The editorial team here at seanq6 would be forced to cite our standards and practices manual. It's just not worth it, the bureaucracy that goes into living simply and easily. I'll file a Feature Request rather than a Bug Report for this one. It is my job to document the details of the apocalypse.
The only thing that would make the wild boar story better is if they had all become sex-crazed and were multiplying at a heretofore unseen rate. The little radioactive boar babies could be terrorizing everybody that tries to eat them. Oh yeah, boar is a delicacy in that region. What could possibly go wrong. They've run out of land to be used as mass graves for them.
The free market has spoken.
"There is no end to the shame of being human." - CS
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