I feel this explanation covers Monty Python as well. It’s all much too silly.

(I want !)

In the desert, we do not count the days.

I haven’t really figured out how to wrap my heart and my mind around his passing yet, only that some journeys are longer than others. For now I post this only as a marker on my own trail; that 70 some odd hours, a flurry of minutes, and a handful of seconds ago he left us all to go wander in the Great Desert. In my vision I handed him a crow feather and said goodbye- but never really goodbye, he’s just gone to a canyon somewhere- and when i go too, we’ll hear each other in echoes.

I took the jeep out for a ride. I stopped at the top of a hill we used to like, put on some fleetwood mac,  sat on the hood in the leaning sunshine and smoked a cigar i found in the glove compartment. It felt okay, you know? Because i love my dad in a way that’s unexplainable, and beyond the tangible parts of the world.. So it’s not sad, not a bottomless loss; it’s just something like the start of a long journey. And he gave me a really good compass to get me there.

As a followup to this post, I did a little research into the payscale of geeks-on-call, particularly those who nerd-guru at non-profits (figured I’d at least check the lowest common denominator).  Apparently I’m due some pretty serious quantities of positive karma, or else some pretty large quantities of backpaid  jing. Like, the thirty grand plus in karmic jing that i’m saving my program annually, thanks very much. Granted, I’m not certified, but I’m clever, experienced, and computers fear & respect  me. And you know i’m bringing it up in my performance evaluation today. Not that i’m complaining, I like helping the Little Wanderers, and i like teaching my colleagues to check their email and defrag their hard drives…… but daymn.

Continuing with the ongoing Poo-Theme,
I will now present “Jurassic Farts”: