Every now and then, a website comes along that touches our hearts. Reflecting on themes of love, friendship, and mental disorder, we see ourselves in the html code, reflected on the computer monitor. I have found such a site, www.garfieldminusgarfield.com, and it is perhaps the greatest thing to happen to me since the internet itself.
http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/post/35408075
Unfortunately I cannot post photos at this moment in time, so go, browse, and enjoy this gift I pass on to you.
Maxwell Crabb
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Strap it on when appropriate
Stop me if you've heard this one.
Two bears meet up at Yukon River. One bear is from the north side, and the other south. The northern bear is fat and happy, the southern bear is skinny and hungry.
The southern bear asks the northern bear his secret. "Well," says the northern bear, "What you gotta do is find yourself a trucker on the side of the road. When he's got his back to you, you startle him, and while he's standing there in shock, you take him out!"
The southern bear thinks about this, and goes down the Dalton, waiting for a stranded trucker to present himself.
About two months later, the two bears meet back up again at the Yukon River. The northern bear is still fat and happy, and the southern bear is still skinny and grumpy.
"What's wrong?" the northern bear asked.
"Well," the southern bear explained, "I did exactly as you told me. I found a stranded trucker, waited for him to turn his back on me, went up and roared, and I mean REALLY scared the crap out of him, killed him and ate him. But he just wasn't as filling as I thought."
"Well that's your problem." Said the northern bear. "When you scare the crap out of a trucker, there ain't nothing left!"
-As told by T-Rex, the funniest trucker I know.
Maxwell Crabb
Two bears meet up at Yukon River. One bear is from the north side, and the other south. The northern bear is fat and happy, the southern bear is skinny and hungry.
The southern bear asks the northern bear his secret. "Well," says the northern bear, "What you gotta do is find yourself a trucker on the side of the road. When he's got his back to you, you startle him, and while he's standing there in shock, you take him out!"
The southern bear thinks about this, and goes down the Dalton, waiting for a stranded trucker to present himself.
About two months later, the two bears meet back up again at the Yukon River. The northern bear is still fat and happy, and the southern bear is still skinny and grumpy.
"What's wrong?" the northern bear asked.
"Well," the southern bear explained, "I did exactly as you told me. I found a stranded trucker, waited for him to turn his back on me, went up and roared, and I mean REALLY scared the crap out of him, killed him and ate him. But he just wasn't as filling as I thought."
"Well that's your problem." Said the northern bear. "When you scare the crap out of a trucker, there ain't nothing left!"
-As told by T-Rex, the funniest trucker I know.
Maxwell Crabb
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Rain in a desert climate
It's raining today.
Coldfoot is in a desert climate zone. Deserts can be defined as areas that receive an average annual precipitation of less than 250 mm (10 in), or as areas in which more water is lost than falls as precipitation.
Now, less than 10 inches? We're allready close to 4 inches thus far in the summer. Of course that's an estimate, but i'm never wrong. Areas in which more water is lost than falls? What we have here up on the perimeter is permafrost, a layer of the ground about 6 feet below that is frozen, thus keeping any water that would normally seep into the soil laying dormant on the ground, creating wonderful things like bogs and tussock (a tuff or clump of grass, repeating adnauseum, creating large ankle breaking fields of pain).
I'm not complaining, however. I like rain, I really do. I especially like waking up in the tent to hear drops pattering against the nylon, creating little beats and drum lines. I have music in my head all the time, and nature is always welcome to join in the song. But at the same time, I would enjoy some clear skies to hike in.
Perhaps it's just too much to ask, but with such a small window of time to enjoy summer, perhaps mother nature could do me a favor, and just stop the water works.
I promise I'll do the same.
Maxwell Crabb
Coldfoot is in a desert climate zone. Deserts can be defined as areas that receive an average annual precipitation of less than 250 mm (10 in), or as areas in which more water is lost than falls as precipitation.
Now, less than 10 inches? We're allready close to 4 inches thus far in the summer. Of course that's an estimate, but i'm never wrong. Areas in which more water is lost than falls? What we have here up on the perimeter is permafrost, a layer of the ground about 6 feet below that is frozen, thus keeping any water that would normally seep into the soil laying dormant on the ground, creating wonderful things like bogs and tussock (a tuff or clump of grass, repeating adnauseum, creating large ankle breaking fields of pain).
I'm not complaining, however. I like rain, I really do. I especially like waking up in the tent to hear drops pattering against the nylon, creating little beats and drum lines. I have music in my head all the time, and nature is always welcome to join in the song. But at the same time, I would enjoy some clear skies to hike in.
Perhaps it's just too much to ask, but with such a small window of time to enjoy summer, perhaps mother nature could do me a favor, and just stop the water works.
I promise I'll do the same.
Maxwell Crabb
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