Ha! It only took me two hours to do that new route on my own. I'm going to do it for three days next week too. Maybe I can do it for most of the month. Once I learn it well, it won't be like work. I don't consider my other two routes work because I don't have to think about them while I'm doing them. That means I can concentrate on listening to music which, as everybody knows, is more important than work.

I'm going to go see some concerts this weekend, but right now I'm going to go to sleep.

19 days to go.

cds I listened to while being tired: Stille Volk "Maudat" Shanghaied & Haunted "Pilgrim Beware", Tyr "Eric The Red", Osso Exotico "III", and CMX "Aurinko"

The papers were a bit late tonight, so my limping co-worker rode along with me to speed things up on the route I'm learning. I cut about half an hour off of my delivery time, but still managed to get home later than last night.

To bed, to bed, with only 20 more delivery days left.

cds I listened to while being sleepy: Michael Gira "I Am Singing To You From My Room", Saint Just "La Casa Del Lago", Misia "Ritual", and Swans "Swans Are Dead"

I'm doing an extra route for a few days because one of my co-workers messed up his ankle sort of like I did last month. He's on crutches, making it hard to do this particular route, which is a warren of apartments and condos. At least he went with me tonight to show me where things were. Tomorrow night, when I will probably have forgotten most of it, I'm on my own. Extra money never hurts, even when it comes at the cost of extra sleep. I might as well work as many extra hours as possible, because I only have 21 more editions to deliver.

Speaking of walking, Willow is figuring it out. She walked for Jen today, but didn't feel like it much later, when I was watching. She did take a few steps for me, in a sideways, crab-like fashion. I'm sure that in a few weeks it'll be old hat.

cds I listened to before and after delivering extra papers, but not during because I was concentrating: Sigillum S "Bardo Thos-Grol", Kathleen Yearwood "Little Misery Birds", and Sopor Aeternus "Songs From the Inverted Womb"

Here's an amusing list of Google searches that led to my page, and some short, smartass responses:

-People in which country have baboons as pets to wait on their tables. (hmmm...)

-solis hair dryer crap (huh?)

-being a paperboy (not for much longer!)

-brown recluse bite time lapse (mmmm. necrotic wound!)

-how many people watch reality TV? (too many)

-fundamentalist wackos (is there any other sort of fundamentalist?)

-blog, it is currently pouring outside, thundering, lightning, im scared (don't worry, it'll be okay... unless the lightning hits your house and burns it down, or the rain triggers a flash flood or an avalanche or large pools of quicksand...)

-millipede folklore (hmm. Interesting...)

-harness diaper plastic pants home government (I don't even want to know...)

-ideas of trashing neighbors house toilet paper (back when I was young, you didn't have to look this sort of thing up - you just went out and did it. May I recommend unspooling old cassette tapes all over their yard? It worked for me once.)

-i have live in an apartment with centipedes and want to know where they are comming from (if by "comming", you mean "communicating", then I suggest you get a psych evaluation. If you mean "coming", then, well, I'd have to guess THEY'RE COMING FROM OUTSIDE!)

-Pictures of people with tetanus (...will make you go get a tetanus shot. It worked for me.)

-recommendation how to get away frow drugs (groovy upside down "m", man)

-andrew chalk law 2004, and andrew chalk over edges (I haven't been over edges with andrew chalk, but I did once hang out in a redneck bar in Austin with him, until I decided to go to the diner across the parking lot because I don't drink and don't particularly care for rednecks. I didn't know he had his own law though.)

-gnome outfit (try The Gnomery for every conceivable type of gnome paraphernalia)

-dropping out of society artist living (ah, utopia!)

cds I listened to while now only having 22 delivery days left: Amebix "Monolith", Eleni Karaindrou "Trojan Women", The Ass Baboons of Venus "Spanking the Species", Pink Turds In Space "The Complete Pink Turds In Space", and Jim Jones and the Kool-ade Kids "Trust Me..."

The free circus became the forty or fifty dollar circus after the popcorn, cotton candy, drinks, snow cones, light-up gadgets, and the unicorn balloon that The Dickens threw a fit about wanting and subsequently bit and popped were purchased. Oh well, if it hadn't been free to get in, it would have run us nearly a hundred dollars.
The boys were amazed at the contortionist, and even more amazed at the crazy guys on motorcycles who sped around inside something that looked like a huge, steel hamster ball. The tightrope guy was pretty cool too.

Willow was interested for awhile, and clapped whenever everybody else clapped, but soon decided it was too hot and not so interesting. The Dickens was even less interested, even though the show featured a number of "princesses." Jen took Willow outside for awhile, and later I took The Dickens out. She promptly threw a fit on the lawn. I paid two dollars for a tiny train ride. She sat proudly on it while it clacked around the small track, and then promptly threw another fit when it was over and another turn wasn't forthcoming. Soon, her boots and socks were off and her princess outfit was in a disarray. At this point, I caved in and bought her the aforementioned balloon. Minutes later, in a flurry of acrobats falling into nets, the circus was over.

We gathered up the sweaty kids and went into the museum, which is always free. We hung around the Magic Schoolbus exhibit for awhile before gravitating upstairs towards the free pizza. Nearly a whole pizza later, we went home. Then, rarity of rarities, Jen got a night out at a previously arranged swap meet at K's house. I stayed home with the kids, who will go to great lengths to resist sleep when Jen isn't here. The Dickens was first to succumb, drifting into dreamland to the flickering images of The Lorax. I had to sing Willow to sleep again, which is kind of fun to do. The boys made it all the way through 'til midnight, when Jen came home.

Today we did little chores around the house. I pulled about five pounds of paper out of my wallet and recycled it. There was even a coupon in there that had expired back in 2002. No wonder my butt hurts when I sit on my wallet.

Only 23 more delivery days.

cds I listened to while sitting a little lower in the seat: Kristin Hersh "The Grotto", Sigur Ros "Recycle Bin", and Electric Sun "Earthquake", Firewind", and "Beyond the Astral Skies"

We all went to the Hidden Villa potluck tonight. Lexy and Nate even got award certificates for helping out on the farm tours. The Dickens got more than her share of the hummus, but found the goat cheese not to her liking. Willow walked all over the lawn, with me holding her hands of course. She can't quite do it on her own yet.

This may be my last season volunteering there, because my schedule will be different when the tours start up again in the autumn. That's kind of sad. I've been told to keep an eye on their website though, since one never knows when an actual paying job might become available. That would be perfect. More than perfect.

Tomorrow is the last farm tour of the season for me. Lexy is going to play hooky and come along. I'm kind of tired now, so I'd better get to bed. I had less than half my usual amount of coffee tonight. The milk in the coffee I did have was from one of the Hidden Villa cows. It's nice to actually know the cow who produced the milk I'm drinking. It's more personal that way.

cds I listened to, with only 24 more days of this to go: Nurse With Wound "Large Ladies With Cake in the Oven", Swans "Various Failures", and Strebers "Kaos & Skral 85-87"

The circus is coming to town. They've set their tent up on the lawn in front of the museum. Following rumors of free pizza, I popped inside to have a look around. To my delight there was indeed free pizza. Free soda too. You can't beat that. Museum employees mingled with circus employees around a table stacked with pizza boxes, scarfing pizza and swilling soda with the kind of abandon that people reserve for free food. I've also got free passes, so if everything goes according to plan, we're all going to the circus this weekend. I might add here that it's a humans only circus, so there are no bears in tutus and muzzles being forced to ride on unicycles or anything like that. Just people. Maybe there will be people in tutus and muzzles being forced to ride unicycles, but somehow I doubt it. That would be unkind.

With finances looking kind of grim, I have a rejuvenated appreciation for freebies.

Willow likes sliding down the slide attached to the (free) plastic play structure in the backyard. I have to make sure I'm holding on to her while she slides. Otherwise it would quickly turn into a tumble, complete with tears. We can't have that.

Only 25 more delivery days left.

cds I listened to while enjoying the fact that tonight's paper was about 30 pages smaller than last night's: Eleni Karaindrou "Unreleased Recordings", and Current 93 "All Dolled Up Like Christ"

For BioSITE today, instead of the usual elementary school kids, we had high school kids. A Biology 1 field trip, to be precise. I must say that they don't bounce around as much as the younger kids, but they've already mastered that hip, teenage world weary attitude. We had them do a couple of water tests and look at some aquatic macroinvertebrates. The girl who got the water snail wasn't too impressed. The scud seemed to go over a bit better, since it sported stripes and scooted about. The crayfish got some interest, especially after it bloodied one of my fingers for me. The poor thing was missing both of its feelers and a portion of its face, but that didn't seem to slow it down much.

Later, I managed to get my three letters of reference and resume together and mailed out (actually Jen mailed it during one of her many comings and goings), so perhaps something will come of it. I don't count "job hunting" as a skill I've mastered, so at the very least, this is practice.

At home, chaos reigned, mostly thanks to The Dickens. Willow continued her new passion for pushing balls across the ground. Lexy has been writing people's names in code with all over the front walk with chalk. Nate has been pinching people in places that he shouldn't be. The Dickens decimated our tomato supply and carpeted the carpet with veggie chips (with a little help, I suspect).

cds I listened to while only having 26 more delivery days left: Jolie Holland "Escondida", Elliot Goldenthal "Frida" soundtrack, Magma "Theusz Hamtaahk Trilogie", and Neurosis "A Sun That Never Sets"

I'll miss the freedom that comes with night driving when I become a strictly diurnal worker. No more driving on walkways or pretending I'm in England in order to throw papers. No more setting my own personal time limit on stoplights. No more empty, open roads, puddled with streetlights and dotted with Killdeer. Why do Killdeer always sleep in the road? This is one of life's smallest mysteries. For that matter, why do ducks sleep in the gutters? Why don't possums look both ways before crossing the street? Oh, and those goats I saw last night - I think they're sheep. It's hard to tell in the darkness and distance.

I guess that the fact that the guy who originally hired me is not only retired, but dead, speaks volumes about how long I've been doing this.

I've got to get up early, so I'll quit reminiscing now. Only 27 more editions to deliver.

cds I listened to while luxuriating in the emptiness: Katatonia "Last Fair Deal Gone Down", Olho Seco "Havera Futuro?", and The Revolutionary Army of the Infant Jesus "The Gift of Tears/Mirror"

Well, the garage is more organized than it was at the beginning of the weekend. We pulled all of our trash out onto the driveway in a vain attempt to sell it. People with vaguely european accents wandered by and perused our offerings before shaking their heads and wandering off again. Jen sold about $40 worth of stuff, mostly to a trio of ladies who pawed through our stuff with the calm efficiency of people who have seen more garage sales than is probably healthy. I sold $30 worth of stuff that wasn't even in the driveway to begin with. One guy wanted records, so I went inside and got some. We haggled a bit, and I sold him some of the ones I knew I wouldn't be able to get much for elsewhere, while holding back the ones that were too rare to go for garage sale prices. Later, a wizened old man hopped out of a truck and inquired after musical instruments. I pulled a busted up old acoustic guitar out of the garage for him to inspect. He nodded approvingly, explaining that he "fixed them up and sold them to teenagers." Five dollars later, he had another guitar to fix up.
The most important thing I accomplished though was to sort through the many boxes of cassette tapes that litter the garage, and pull out all of the ones that are unique to that format. I still have hundreds of tapes that are mere recordings of cds and records I own, left over from when I had a cassette player in my car. I would give them away if I found somebody genuinely interested in exploring some new musical horizons.
I also had a great time pushing The Dickens and Willow up and down the street in a plastic toy car. The smushed together in the driver's seat with their arms hanging out the windows and had more fun than chickens in a cornfield. Willow is definitely starting to be more like a little girl and less like a baby. It is beautiful to watch her grow.

That night, Nathan, betrayed by his own feet at the wrong moment, assaulted the particle board shelf under the TV with his forehead. His forehead lost the contest, and had to be stitched closed with seven stitches. It seems like every time he gets stitches they're on his head somewhere. Hopefully this will be the last time. My lifetime total of stitches beats his by about seven, and we'd like to keep it that way. I stayed home with Lexy, The Dickens, and Willow while Jen's mom drove her and Nate to the emergency room. The Dickens watched Ferngully and fell asleep quickly. Lexy and Willow stayed up much later, Lexy in the hopes that Jen would call (or, more to the point, come home) with news of Nathan, and Willow because conditions for sleep had not presented themselves. Lexy finally conked out to the sounds of the BBC audio version of Lord of the Rings. I got Willow to sleep by walking back and forth with her in my arms, while at the same time singing a little made-up song. Don't ever let anybody discount the power of song!

I have 28 more delivery days before I'm no longer a paperboy. Tonight, for the first time since I started doing this job, I saw goats. There's a whole herd of them on the hillside that acts as a kind of buffer (visual, but not olfactory) between the dump and the business district. Jen says that she heard about a city doing that as a fire prevention measure. It makes sense to me. Why else would somebody put goats there? Maybe I saw the advance troops of some secret goat invasion.

cds I listened to while wondering about goats: The Angels of Light "How I Loved You" and "Everything Is Good Here/Please Come Home", Agalloch "The Grey", Bug Guts "Big Bowl of Warm Fur", Lhasa "The Living Road", and Dar Williams "The Beauty of the Rain"

I was in a bonehead science class sometime during my incarceration in high school. If I remember correctly, I ended up in this particular class because my chemistry grades were rather poor. The class was so easy that even though I never listened to a word the mumbling old teacher said, my grades were so good that I wasn't included on the grade curve. If I had been included on the grade curve, all of the other students would have failed. Something like that, anyway. At some point, some teacher or school official asked if I might want to be placed in a class that was a bit more challenging for me. I thought about it for a minute and declined. The good thing about this particular science class was that I could listen to my walkman (carefully hidden under my hair) or read a book of my choice during class and still pull good grades. I wouldn't be able to do that in a more challenging class. Slight tangent: this was also the class where I was accused of throwing stink bombs and stealing a rather expensive scale, neither of which I had anything to do with. Of course, I knew that the scale had been stolen by the kid sitting near me (so he could weigh drugs...) but I wasn't about to tell anybody that. I think I was the main suspect because I always wore a long, black trenchcoat and large boots. Never trust people in trenchcoats and boots. They'll rob you blind and then shoot you for laughs. Or so the authorities seemed to think.
This class was in many ways similar to my current occupation as a paper carrier. I've been delivering papers since 1988, mainly because it gives me time to listen to music. I'm working way below my skill and education levels at this job, and there is no intrinsic quality in the work itself that interests me. I do it out of sheer habit. Okay, I guess there is a bi-weekly paycheck involved, but that has gotten smaller in the last year. The reason I bring this all up is because the end is in sight. We got the official word tonight that our last day of employment is June 30th. It's all very exciting. Circumstances are forcing me out of my comfort zone, which is often how this sort of thing has to happen for me.

Looking at the calendar, I see that I'll be throwing 29 more editions of the Wall St. Journal. The countdown begins.

cds I listened to while realizing that half of tonight's music is being sung in made up languages: Circle "Pori", Sigur Ros "( )", The Fixtures "Devil's Playground", and Tor Lundvall & Tony Wakeford "Autumn Calls"

The girls have the stomach flu. Willow doesn't seem too bothered by it, but The Dickens is feeling pretty miserable. Poor Jen. She spent a good portion of the afternoon cleaning up vomit. By the time I got home from work, The Dickens was asleep on the couch. When I got home from work the second time, she was (and is) still asleep on the couch. She's like me in that respect - I always try to sleep as much as possible when I'm ill. I hope she feels better when she wakes up. I hope none of the rest of us get ill.

We made sock puppets during the training meeting at the museum today. I've been thinking lately that what I really want to be is a children's entertainer, not necessarily a teacher. I guess the best thing to be is both. All of the teachers I have dealings with seem too constrained, either by school policies or the need to keep classrooms of unruly children (and their parents) in line. Children's entertainers have more leeway. They can get as crazy and silly as they want, and get paid for it to boot.

Maybe I should make more sock puppets.

The Dickens is awake now, and seems much better. Good. "I frow up last day," she says. Jen adds that it came out her nose. I hate that.

cds I listened to while hoping I don't get sick too: Nina Nastasia "Run to Ruin", Sol Invictus "Trieste", Finntroll "Nattfodd", Asta Kask "Kravallsymfonier 78-86", and Agalloch "The Mantle"

The BioSITE year is almost over. Today we measured shade density and tree height. It's kind of difficult to explain the concept of percentages to third graders, but we muddled through it somehow. One girl just had to fish a large, very dead crayfish out of the water, and was walking around holding a claw when I reminded her that it was rotting. She put it down quite quickly. Another student had to sit with one of the classroom teachers because he had tried to push a fellow student into the street on the way to the museum. One of the boys in my group spent some time telling me about how all of his cousins are in gangs. I often think it's a shame that we have so little time with these kids each week, because things are so rushed when we try to fit everything into the time we have. I always like to go off on tangents and spend time simply exploring things when I'm leading a group of kids. Experiencing any type of natural phenomena shouldn't have to happen in city time. These kinds of lessons need wilderness time, where things are allowed to unfold without the intrusion of clocks or calendars.

At home, The Dickens screamed for ice cream, Willow played in the dirt, the boys got new bouncy balls, and Jen and I decided that when we own a house (positive thinking here) we're going to paint the walls of at least one room in sunset colors, with sun colors gradually merging into a night sky with stars and a little crescent moon near the ceiling.

And here's a pathetically short list of the books I've managed to read this year (and late last year):

Sculpting In Time - Andrey Tarkovsky
The Perfect Storm - Sebastian Junger
Hosts - F.Paul Wilson
Tithe - Holly Black
High & Mighty - Keith Bradsher (SUVs suck, here's why...)
The Experiences of Flaxman Low - Kate & Hesketh Prichard
The Pleasures of a Futuroscope - Lord Dunsany
Bed of Nails - Michael Slade
Shadows Over Baker Street - edited by M. Reaves & J. Pelan
The Big Rumpus - Ayun Halliday
No Touch Monkey - Ayun Halliday
Deep Fathom - James Rollins
Ice Hunt - James Rollins
Tales of the Grotesque - L.A. Lewis
The King's Bastard - Count Stenbock
Refinerytown - Charles Delint
Seven Gothic Tales - Isak Dinesen

If I had a Typepad account, I could put little pictures of the book covers up too, except for the ones that aren't in the system for whatever reason. I'm still in the middle of the Isak Dinesen book, and so far all of the stories revolve around mistaken identities - very mistaken identities. Quite good, all of them. In fact, I'm going to go read now. It's free (well, once you have the book, anyway) and it's good for you.

cds I listened to while dispensing the news from a swiftly moving vehicle: The Angels of Light "New Mother", Sol Invictus "Brugge", and Molasses "A Slow Messe"

It's two thirty in the morning and Willow is awake. Doesn't she know that babies are supposed to sleep at night? Of course, she doesn't know that babies aren't supposed to eat dirt and random items off of the kitchen floor, so I guess we'll have to be patient.
She was playing with a basketball today, contentedly rolling it back and forth with me. I had a sudden image of her growing up to be a basketball player. It made me realize that I would support her no matter what she chooses to do, as long as it wasn't detrimental to her well-being somehow. The world awaits her. The possibilities are
endless. But it is way past her bedtime. The world will be there tomorrow.

cds I listened to while being awake, just like Willow: Tony Wakeford "Paris", Two Ton Boa "s/t", Current 93/Nurse With Wound "Music for the Horse Hospital", and V/A "Profane Existence - 15 year anniversary compilation"

Hmmm... They've changed the posting windows at blogger. Let me check something... Nope. I still can't upload images.

We went to Hidden Villa today - "we" being Jen, Willow, my mom, and me. Jen's already written about it on her blog, so I'll just say that we had fun. It was pretty much like the Earth Day celebration that they didn't have this year because of all of the competing celebrations on that particular date. They even had a maypole, which I guess makes more sense to have in May anyway. Also, I can't fault a celebration that allows me to play in mud and eat cookies. Too bad Willow was afraid of the pigs. I guess if you look at the relative sizes of Willow and the pigs, you can kind of see her point. I would be afraid too if a bunch of elephant-sized animals were approaching me making hungry grunting noises.

I also now have a very nicely written letter of recommendation in my possession, thanks to Chris, who's in charge of the environmental education program there. Now all I need is two more and I can apply for the job I've been looking at.

cds I listened to while watching a half moon slicing through the clouds: The Gaia "777 (1991-1997)", Firewater "The Ponzi Scheme", Ilgi "Agrie Gadi", and In Gowan Ring "The Glinting Spade"

Yeah, I actually bought some snake oil a while back. It really does have a use though. You can oil snakes with it. I brought my python and my small bottle of snake oil to the museum today, and found no lack of helpers amongst the visitors. We slathered on the oil, and soon the snake was shiny and smelled nice (snake oil is a mixture of safflower oil, sweet almond oil, wheat germ oil, avacado oil, tea tree oil, and neem oil, whatever that may be...).
I hung up the python's most recently shed skin on one of the patio umbrellas, and it was so windy that it filled up like a wind sock and kept slapping people in the face. The python, who probably isn't too fond of wind, spent most of his time amongst the small corn plants.

The wind continued for the rest of the day, which is fine by me.

cds I listened to while being buffeted by the wind: Rudimentary Peni "Cacaphony", Sol Invictus "Lex Talionis" and "In The Rain", 50 Foot Wave "s/t", Earth Monkey "The Name is Your Name" (and they aren't kidding - they actually mention my name!), and Current Ninety Three "Hypnagogue"

It seems that I'm going to stop being a paperboy sometime near the end of July or beginning of August. That's the latest rumor, anyway. I've always had this bad habit of keeping jobs until I'm forced to move on, which is probably why I've been delivering newspapers since 1988. I'd feel really bad if that was the only thing I had been doing in all of that time, but the fact that the job is a nocturnal one has always meant that I could do other things during the day. Now it looks like I'm going to have to re-learn how to be diurnal. It shouldn't be too hard - I start my second summer of working for the Youth Science Institute at the beginning of July, and hopefully I'll have a job lined up for the fall. It's kind of exciting, being this close to the end of something I've been doing for sixteen years. But when am I going to find time to listen to my cds? Most likely on the commute to Santa Cruz, if I get the job I'm hoping for.

I'm feeling the need to get more organized around here. And on an unrelated topic, I think I'll take the python to the museum tomorrow. He just shed last week, so he's looking his best.

cds I listened to while enjoying the patchy cloud cover: Rube Waddell "Bound for the Gates of Hell", Saw Throat "Indestroy", and Sand "Ultrasonic Seraphim"

Spring fever has become epidemic amongst elementary school kids. The ones who participate in the BioSITE program were all extra excitable and much more easily distracted than usual today. One girl even fell in the river. Luckily the river is little more than a glorified creek, so no harm done other than that which can be inflicted upon clothes by mud and water.

We got the van back with the air conditioning fixed, so the kids won't melt this summer. The weird electrical problem is still a mystery, which at this point doesn't surprise me. I think the van really is possessed by some mischievous entity who occasionally tweaks a wire or tinkers with the onboard computer. We're not quite ready to call in an exorcist, but that may have to happen some day.

The moon is full, and the nights have been slightly cooler this week. Nice.

cds I listened to while being mooned by the moon: Current 93 "Hitler as Kalki", Rube Waddell "Stink Bait", Gudon "s/t", Rasputina "Frustration Plantation", and Storm Inc. "The Calm Years"

the poltergeist who lives somewhere inside the van had a little fun with us today by suddenly causing all of the gauges to flutter wildly and all of the dashboard lights to flicker like demented fireflies. At least the damn van didn't stall like it usually does. Later, when I drove it to the repair shop, everything worked perfectly. Even the battery light, which had come on during the initial trouble, had blinked off. Poltergeist. That's the only explanation.

The SUV with the tree on top of it hasn't moved. Don't the people who own it ever look out their front windows?

We figured out what to do with the expensive hotdogs that the kids request and then don't eat. Feed them to the Monitor lizard. He loves them, and ate all of the leftovers despite the fact that he had just eaten two rats.

cds I listened to while enjoying the full moon: V/A "Constellation Music Until Now", Demi Semi Quaver "(sorry, I don't know japanese...)", Bug Guts "Great Spangled Fritillary", and V/A "Azadi! - a benefit compilation for the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan"

We only managed to actually be on the beach for a little over an hour, but that's still much better than the average sunday, which hardly ever even involves sand, let alone oceans or seagulls. Willow got right to work on the sand, stuffing as much of it in her mouth as possible. The seagulls got to work on our food the minute our backs were turned. One enterprising bird was last seen heading out to sea with a large piece of aluminum foil carefully clasped in his beak. Despite all of the unauthorized eating, we had a great time just lounging around in the sand and catching up with our Santa Cruz friends, who are more than willing to help us look for a place to live near the beach when we finally decide to move over there. This fact gives us one more reason to try and save money.

Earlier tonight, I saw a large tree that had fallen on top of an SUV. I laughed. Ha.

cds I listened to while laughing: Paul Chain "Park of Reason", Sol Invictus "In A Garden Green", Shock Headed Peters "Fear Engine II: Almost as if it had Never Happened...", and Night Soil Man "Chief Left His Settlement (in the) Garden of Delights"