Ray's Rainfall Update - Day 50, DY 2
One fifty of days have come and gone since the Polaris or Polar Bear Solstice, the start of DY 2. Actually, Day 50 has not gone yet. But, it too shall go. Simultaneously, our little planet, Earth, has traveled a great many furlongs along its annual perilous journey through the depths of outer space.
Since the last rainfall update, no rain has fallen. The CB continues to enjoy 0.99" of precipitation for DY 2. Many suffer and die.
The top of the food chain, though, is buffered against all the suffering and death. We have restaurants. Yes. We have wisely thought to store up lots of food and libations, including precious water, at restaurants. Not only have we cached all these major necessities at the restaurants; those restaurants are all stocked with cheap labor. So when the hard times start up again, like now, all we have to worry about is navigating our ways down the dangerous streets to and from the restaurants.
At the restaurants, the cheap labor converts all the food into delicious meals. Yes. There is plenty to eat and drink at the restaurants. Plus, we don't have to do any work. The cheap labor takes care of the work for US. Yes. The restaurants shall see US through these hard times.
Interestingly, Quiscalus mexicanus has also figured out about restaurants. How did those grackles figure out about restaurants? Well, it is a long story.
Many moons ago, restaurants in these parts were rare. Consequently, Quiscalus mexicanus was entirely absent from these parts. Oh! Mistake me not. There were plenty of grackles in these parts, just none of the mexicanus sort.
Change is inevitable. Progress is made, especially locally, at the county level. Gradually, restaurants, responding to our species need for adequate food storage and preparation, sprang up everywhere.
Quiscalus mexicanus is naturally, a nervous bird. Yes. I am plenty nervous. That's why, when I am strolling about, I need to be able to see around me. You shall never catch me strolling about in the tall grass, because tall grass is precisely the type habitat where some fierce predator, like a coyote, might get me. There that coyote would be, cryptic in the tall grass. Hector Protector, I might walk right into that coyotes slavering jaws. Then, where would I be.
No. I shall stick to this restaurant parking lot. I can espy really well, all around me in every direction. Ola Senor, can I have a French Fry or two. Just dump those French Fries out anywhere. Do not fret. I shall clean them on up.
Hold it. French Fries, nada. It is time for my delicious cinnamon bun.
Since the last rainfall update, no rain has fallen. The CB continues to enjoy 0.99" of precipitation for DY 2. Many suffer and die.
The top of the food chain, though, is buffered against all the suffering and death. We have restaurants. Yes. We have wisely thought to store up lots of food and libations, including precious water, at restaurants. Not only have we cached all these major necessities at the restaurants; those restaurants are all stocked with cheap labor. So when the hard times start up again, like now, all we have to worry about is navigating our ways down the dangerous streets to and from the restaurants.
At the restaurants, the cheap labor converts all the food into delicious meals. Yes. There is plenty to eat and drink at the restaurants. Plus, we don't have to do any work. The cheap labor takes care of the work for US. Yes. The restaurants shall see US through these hard times.
Interestingly, Quiscalus mexicanus has also figured out about restaurants. How did those grackles figure out about restaurants? Well, it is a long story.
Many moons ago, restaurants in these parts were rare. Consequently, Quiscalus mexicanus was entirely absent from these parts. Oh! Mistake me not. There were plenty of grackles in these parts, just none of the mexicanus sort.
Change is inevitable. Progress is made, especially locally, at the county level. Gradually, restaurants, responding to our species need for adequate food storage and preparation, sprang up everywhere.
Quiscalus mexicanus is naturally, a nervous bird. Yes. I am plenty nervous. That's why, when I am strolling about, I need to be able to see around me. You shall never catch me strolling about in the tall grass, because tall grass is precisely the type habitat where some fierce predator, like a coyote, might get me. There that coyote would be, cryptic in the tall grass. Hector Protector, I might walk right into that coyotes slavering jaws. Then, where would I be.
No. I shall stick to this restaurant parking lot. I can espy really well, all around me in every direction. Ola Senor, can I have a French Fry or two. Just dump those French Fries out anywhere. Do not fret. I shall clean them on up.
Hold it. French Fries, nada. It is time for my delicious cinnamon bun.
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, February 09, 2008
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