Repressed Virginal Ice Phobias

Days Walking - 30

Dayum - kids in Alaska are well behaved. There's a very good reason for this. If they misbehave, they are encased in ice and spun thoroughly, as seen here:



I gotta tell ya -
If my Dad had used the Misbehavin Litany Freeze and Spin method, I might not have lost my virginity at 13. (What can I say, I already had breasts by 5th grade. That gets you a lot of attention) But if I'd lived in Alaska, I woulda been a good little girl.

A scared, repressed, bitter, virginal little girl, with Ice Phobias.

No Daddy! No! Not the ice!
I'll be good! I'll be so good!

Check out the rest of the ice carving photos -
At the Anchorage Daily News site.

On the Litany's posts as mp3's front, Dad tried capturing and converting the satellite phone voicemail to an audio file, and it sounds like sh*t, big time. I verified this assertion myself. There's a lot of distortion, there's dropout, the wind in the background creates a washed-out sound, there's static. It's crap. Apparently, Marina even has trouble understanding my voicemail with the static as it is. I'm gonna ask my old friend Greg back in La La Land if he has any ideas. He likes playing with audio files.

In other news, perhaps I should not lament the absence of trees in this area. When we do reach the treeline, I will remember this horrible incident. Yikes. So many ways to go. People just minding their own business, and Pow. It's scary. And the kids, jeez. What a camping experience to come home with. Now they're afraid of ice and trees. I'm spending a lot more of my time on edge, unnerved, unsettled. Mebbe it's like Shell Shock, but with snow. I think I'll call it "Scared To F*cking Death of Dying". I think that sums it up pretty well.

You know, if there's one thing that pisses me off, it's people who don't do their share. Being a communal type group, we rotate chores. I can't help but notice that when I do a chore, it's done correctly. And I'm not talking about my version of correctly. You don't have to do it my way for it to be the right way. Just use common sense, damn. Look ahead, and picture just how long we'll be using this gear, how expensive replacements are, and how funds are f*cking low, ok? Well not low, per se - but definitely finite.

Sometimes it seems like I'm one of the few people thinking ahead, taking my time, actually cleaning something before I put it away, untangling the cords, cables, stays, lines, and straps as designed. Kwame and Caeled are especially bad at this. They just cram whatever the item is back into its pack, pouch, or container willy nilly. There's one mess kit bag that now has bent, unusable buckles. Good grief! It's only Day 30 and this is broken. I unpacked a cook pan this morning that had like two layers of crud cooked practically right into the metal. It took me 45 minutes this evening to clean it correctly. I didn't have time this morning. Damn, people - work with me.

I didn't say anything. Not a word. After my disagreement with Gabe yesterday, I didn't want to fly off the handle again. I don't want to become The Daily Bitch Queen. But I was seething until lunch. I kinda walked off to the side, by myself a bit, to ensure that I didn't scream at someone and end up alienating a few friends. Anneli asked me if I was ok, and I said I was 'working on a story idea.' That tends to grant me some left-alone-time, with no hard feelings. It's a lot better than "leave me the f*ck alone, I'm pissed at most of you right now." Gee, I wonder why.

So anyway, I'll just have to work my equipment tending complaints into the next discussion meeting. It's about time for another one. Usually they don't take place unless someone has a complaint. But I don't wanna be the one to start a bitch session.

Aigghraaaaa!
I'd stomp my foot if it wasn't so stereotypical.
Or maybe hit someone, which isn't.

Litany Webb, signing off

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