(We made it secure against being, I hope,

what the hail?
it's bike week vs. mother nature.
a thousandteen biketards up against thunder, lightning, hail, downpours, & floods.
advantage?: ma nature.
further proof that the secret universal plans are working with me.
farm-fresh hot fire, so hot it's icy, falling from the clouds.
the sky is falling, little chickens, and the results are pretty good lookin'
join us in creating excellence.
j.u.i.c.e. juice!

june berserker weather.
it looks like polar caviar. and now that it's melting,
the whole area is blanketed in thick fog.

^^^i think this looks like a wedding that just got 'sploded.
jess got all the plants out of harm's way.
but not before some blooms and leaves got tuned up a little bit.
luckily, no permanent damage was inflicted on our stuff.
(thanks big head tree spirits)

in other news,
i'm almost totally all the way through 'the mabinogion'.
'how culhwch won olwen', son.
that's the kind of story i'm talking about.
a list of names that goes on for pages, and a list of feats that rivals the names.
complicated. 'tarded. romantic, sorta.
and also really dooooooope.

i've been assembling talisman pendants all day.
does anybody want one?
like i said,
you send me some flavorful mail,
and i'll return the favor.
email me, yo.

i'm spending the remainder of the day reflecting on natural wonders,
natural disasters,
and natural chains of events.
naturally, i'm exploring my infinite nature.
how am i not myself?
i am a berserker barbarian battle-beast.
yes, i am.
therefore,
i'm a natural at being myself.

neither quiet nor soft, my ninjas.
just be dope.