"Why does this man keep scrambling and squeezing his way down? He's in search of something more precious than gold!"
- the discovery channel, referring to a spelunker deep in the underworld, in search of extremophiles.

11:11 am

This auditorium is very large, i do feel the magnanimity of it all... the rush is coming back, the thrill and the excited din of putting on a show... except.. what?? I can't find the costume! When do i go on? Lemme see that script... I'd hilighted my lines in orange but... oh my gosh i don't rememeber these at all... I can't even locate where in the script the play is currently proceeding! Oh, here's my costume. Phew. Oh, uh-oh, they said my cue line and.. phew, someone covered for me. I don't know my big soliloquy! I'll put the script in my hat; i see the newspaperboy on stage, doing the same thing, hiding his script. Oh crap, i'm on!!

Wow, that was pretty good, imagine, they have no clue i fouled up! All that applause for that crappy performance and the bumbling off-stage. I think i'll keep this feather-cap. Oh, I'm up soon again, and I'm supposed to be smoking a cigar! How am i supposed to pull that off? Oh okay, the propo guy handed me this straw with smoldering twigs in the one end. So onstage i go.. to my position on the barstool, to watch the comedic action going on upstage, and make rude comments. Wow, what a show.

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Later I came upon David, who was in the process of unpacking and using an Ouiji Board. I pleaded with him to reconsider, to put it away and rid himself of it, but he was solid in his determination, so i snatched it away and took it to a few of my secret-agent friends to determine what should be done with it. We decided to throw it into the flames of a bonfire, but each time, it would not burn, but instead would be ejected from our pyre. So we journeyed far and wide, up impossible mountainsides, to a chasm that purportedly had no bottom. There we threw the intsrument of evil in..

Now I must climb across vast untold heights and precipices, some of them well-nigh bottomless, some lengths covered in forbidding snow, with my team of secret agents; one accomplishes his goal and leaves me with the other, giving me a secret; the hard-won, closely guarded Chirochiro Burger, made only as a special order at only one Burger King, deep in the Jungle. I went up to the stewardess, and ordered a Chirochiro Burger. She did not take kindly to my request, and soon 5 burly guys were on my but i kickboxed my way to safety, grabbing the Chirochiro Burger on the way.

Dang, it's still raining. Tom + Keith have gone to the store, and Dad + Vicki are making us eggs and sausage and pancakes for breakfast. The shower sure feels good; it's been some time since i've used conditioner. Oh geez, what the crap are they watching.. Some fourth-rate anime about a pig, on kids-WB or something. I almost don't want to waste Spirited Away on these guys anymore. Oh well. Mmm, breakfast really hit the spot. Dad and Vicki are going on and on about how good they've become at pool, and how their backs really hurt after sleeping on that different mattress. Oh, sob. Hehe, i played Vicki at pool, beat her, she beat me in the second game when I scratched on the eight ball, then in the real interesting third game I'd been in like a 3 ball deficit but i brought it back + beat her. Then Dad wanted to play winner, and he's slightly better than Vicki, all-around, and the only way I won was cause he scratched on the eight ball, hehe. Oh well.

3:47 pm

Well, the kids are all at the beach, except me, who's lounging around forgetting my cares, and Tom who's in the hot tub. I was looking at the map of this place, and it seems really developed, which is in a way sad, because of how neat it is here. The blue skies are poking thru, and as always there's this steady wind! Gulls are everywhere :P Oh look! Mr. Miller was right, this IS a good place for kites. We've got this slick little third story porch, with close to ten Adirondak chairs, like I want for the Drew patio. When there is one.