i spent most of the after noon out in this crap. besides all the waves and all the wind and the sideways rain.. it was nice out. ofcourse i didnt catch crap.. but i'm used to that.
There he stands, draped in more equipment than a telephone lineman, trying to outwit an organism with a brain no bigger than a breadcrumb, and getting licked in the process. ~Paul O'Neil, 1965