I wish this was from the side of Fort Misery, but it isn't. It's from another old log cabin which was similarly small, dark, and formerly inhabited by Governors and such.
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I'm a writer based in Portland, Oregon. I mostly write for Mental Floss magazine (and their website), though I just had a story on This American Life, and had a cover story a few weeks back in The Portland Mercury. You can follow me on Twitter for occasional jokes and complaints about the weather.
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I'm also an iPhone developer. Working with Night & Day Studios, I helped create Peekaboo Barn, Peekaboo Wild, Big Fat Lies, Life in Short, Cocktail Compass, Nick Jr.'s A-Z With Moose and Zee, Quibble, Savage Love, and a bunch of other apps.
Need to contact me? Click the following link, follow the instructions, and you'll have my email address: get Chris's email address.
Note: I'm not the (apparently famous) hockey player with the same name! You'll have to find his homepage in order to contact him.
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Tasty wood like that makes me wish I was a termite. A super-duper time-traveling termite who could travel back to the time in which any wood she ate was grown and/or harvested and/or formed into log cabins. Then I would completely fuck things up by transforming the shape of history with my termite powers -- e.g., eating the log cabin that Lincoln grew up in, leaving those crazy-ass/sad-ass gay republicans nothing to name themselves after. I can imagine other mischief.
But now I must fetch Pica from the yard who is also very fond of destroying wood. I wonder if she was a killer giant destructo-termite in a past life? Or maybe she was just Godzilla?
whatcha doin in Arizona? Huh?
This is from previous family visit to Arizona from last year. I still haven't gotten through all the photos yet.
;Chris
Slow-bee.