Had perhaps the finest conversation I've ever had in the EB. Somehow at F452 we got to talking about Gilligan's Island, and I posited my personal feelings that, if The Professor was so damn smart, why the hell would he get on a boat w/ some bumbling jackass in the first place. I mean... he made a computer out of coconuts. Macgyver's got nothing on him. I don't know that it was resolved, but it just goes to show that common sense does not necessitate genius.
Informed I'd be watching machine again. Change is good. Got a tour of the new EB to be opened and found some nice big hunks of historic chert which I was permitted to bring home for personal knapping use, but was told that it sucked. I'll give it a shot, I suck to so maybe magic will happen.
Failed at bags, but it all got fixed, doesn't do much for the confidence, though. Just need to remember to check everything, I guess and not assume it will get done properly.
Found an old poem over the weekend, and with fall right around the corner may share it. And with that, I believe I've supplied those involved w/ enough fodder for tomorrow.
Oh, and check out the Fleet Foxes. White Winter Hymnal would be a good place to start.
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