There's scurrilous speculation circulating on the web that Marn's Big Adventure is actually the recently announced secret web log of radio shock jock Howard Stern.

The justly feared legal department of MarnCo--the ruthless multinational behind The Big Adventure--will of course go after this rumour mongering ***Dave character with its usual incredible efficiency.

Really. I mean it.

It's just a matter of finding that large yellow legal pad that we have here. Some where. I know I saw it last year when we were packing up stuff to move out of my office for the reno.

Drat.

This throws such a wrench in the works because, really, how can anyone unleash the full might of their legal department without a large yellow legal pad?

My thoughts, exactly.

Progress on Project Rock Rescue is slow but sure. Norma, not content with being the Official Fuzzy Greeter, has taken it upon herself to also assume the onerous task of supervising my efforts. This supervision mostly involves dozing on the seat of the tractor when it is in the sun, and prowling on top of the steadily growing mound o' rocks at the place where we're stacking the rescued rocks.

A cat's work is never done.

As I dismantle the walls, I keep coming upon base rocks that I simply cannot move anymore, rocks I wrassled into place in my 30's using nothing more than a wheelbarrow and a pry bar. Last night even the spousal unit and I together could not budge one particular rock. After fifteen minutes of joint pry bar action, cursing, and disbelief, we've resolved to lash chains to it this weekend and drag that puppy out with the tractor.

We will overcome. It might take machinery, but dagnabbit we will overcome.

Just exactly how I will ever get that rock moved to somewhere I might want to use it, of course, remains a problem for another day.

As predicted, the spousal unit has put two and two together and now knows exactly how much I am capable of lifting. He is taking great joy in teasing me about how much peon work I have ahead in helping him with the porch.

Peon work. Me. My pretty gym muscles. Peon work. I know. I'm as incredulous about this unexpected and ugly turn of events as you are.

It's a constant struggle, constant, I tell you, not to be bitter.

--Marn

P.S.--Don't forget, you can vote for Public Domain as many times as you want for this week.

Mileage on the Marnometer: 353.97 miles.
Oh man. This is going to be hard
Goal for 2004: 1,000 miles - 1609 kilometers