A Rush of Mutant Endorphins

Days Walking - 85

On the road again! Goodbye Coldfoot, I will miss your deep-fried goods, your crass truckers, and your sexy uniformed National Park Service Rangers. What is it about a uniform, (Yum!) I don't know. I've got some fertile valleys you could range in, big boy...

Sharon and Kato, thanks for the Arby's recommendations. I've never had the goodly onion product you described, I'll have to check it out. Is it like a 'Bloomin Onion' at Outback, but smaller? Oh and Kato, you don't need to come to Ack for skanky wenches, they're everywhere.

Robin - You're right of course. If Church got held back for some reason, we could not continue without a person with medical expertise. And even if we wanted to replace her or any of the other members (except me, let's face it - with no real skills, I'm the easiest one to lose) it could take many months to find the proper person (how well I know).

Wow, this email I received is too good not to share. I got an email from an angry woman who wants me to stop writing to her husband.

Here's an excerpt:
"...this kind of flirting and messing around is not acceptible and has got to stop immediately. He's talking about buying a ticket to Alaska to meet you in Anchorage and we don't have the money to waste on something like that we have two kids to worry about for gods sake and he's suppose to have good priorities."

It goes on for a few more paragraphs, but that's the best bit. Except for the part where she recommends that I need to find some morals and learn to behave like a 'Good Christian Woman', whatever that means.

Um, I have never written to her husband. I email like five people, tops. Of course, Angry Wife never tells me Poor Husband's name, so I guess it's possible - if her husband is Kato. Do you have an angry wife I should know about Kato?

Unless she means comments posted to blogs...but I've made darned few comments lately. Also, we're not going anywhere near Anchorage, so husband would be mighty disappointed if he was waiting around to meet up with the group. We'll be heading SE from Fairbanks, towards British Columbia.

I drew the short straw this morning and am the first lucky mofo to bear the weight of the generator. It's thrown my typical weight ratio out of wack and I'm walking differently, which makes me sore in different places. Places I didn't even know I had places. You'd think I'd be entirely toughened up by now, but I'm still discovering new muscles to tear.

Maybe I'll discover a new muscle - something no one else has because I'm a mutant of the muscular kind. It will activate, triggering a rush of mutant endorphins into my system, triggering still more changes... and I will become Mighty!

Ah, odds are it would be some silly power. Like an innate sense for when microwave popcorn is about to burn. Wheee!

Litany Webb, signing off

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