The rock is ablaze with battles galore! The firey font of heaven rains down tiny cancer rays to smight the frozen shores. On a domestic note, This is what happens when roommates attack:

The weather has been freaking ridiculous, I understand why people have lived on this rock for the last 9,000 odd years.

On an occupational note: This is why my job is so busy, because thousands of people who don't speak english work with machines like this one. When you grow up in suburban Minneapolis, and see all of the warning signs like this one, you tend to think of them as more humerous than frighteningly probhibitive; working out here you see that the signs are understatements if anything.

Yup, this job just isn't boring.

Despite the entertainment of severed limbs, I will be leaving this island at the end of the month. Chasing the dream written by Lou Reed:

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago,

And I wish that I'd sail the darkest seas,

On a great big clipper ship, sailing from this port into that,

In my sailor's suit and cap,

Away from the big city, where a man cannot be free.