the other day, tim tied a cinderblock to a tree and tossed it off the porch roof. he was expecting the tree to gently lower it to the ground, instead of flinging it against the porch, which is what happened.
 which we have access to from my bathroom window. it's a grand place to chill.
in other news:
"I have heard some of my townsmen say, “I should like to have them order me out to help put down an insurrection of the slaves, or to march to Mexico, – see if I would go;” and yet these very men have each, directly by their allegiance, and so indirectly, at least, by their money, furnished a substitute. The soldier is applauded who refuses to serve in an unjust war by those who do not refuse to sustain the unjust government which makes the war..." —Henry David Thoreau
dude's got a point. speaking as someone who would go to canada if drafted, i don't see how i can morally justify paying taxes, or at least the portion of them which funds shitty things. i don't want to go to debtor's prison or whatever, but still, something to think about.