squeequeg | (no subject)

Notes on the weekend:
- I am well aware that Mr. Sunscreen is my friend. However, what I did not realize is that Mr. Sunscreen would wash off at the first splash of water, leaving me to obliviously bask to my current shade of lobster. I don't call that very friendly of Mr. Sunscreen.
- I will eventually need to fulfil my plan of building a sandcastle of Minas Tirith. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated (yes, siblings, that's a hint).
- While working up at the cabin in the woods is great for revision and early-stage plot work, it's a little difficult to revise a story that's strongly related to the lake. I've got a plan for fixing the story, but it felt somehow disrespectful to be writing about a different, imaginary lake, even if it was inspired by the real lake.
- Related to the revision above: Anyone know where I can find out how bad exit wounds tend to be? I'm tempted to appeal to the vast wealth of firearms knowledge on the Viable Paradise list, but don't want to clog it with my minor questions.
- I can say with certainty that the mosquito population of Mt. Monadnock is in no danger of starvation.
- Hiking for seven hours means that I will be walking funny for at least three more days. Owie.
- Granted, I tend to be tired and irritable by the time I reach the summit; however, I still think I was justified in snapping at the woman who was yakking on her cell phone on top of the mountain. Call me a crotchety old grump, but it just really bothered me.
- The Iron Dragon challenge was brought and met. I suspect a rematch is in the future.
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thomascantor hiking shirtless. Yeaaaaah.
- In spite of the consequences (see above regarding the perfidy of Mr. Sunscreen), there is very little that is better than dozing off in the lake.