The Adventures of F.L. Mingo

Frustrated being penned up in Mark Dean's back yard, I fled Missoula to travel the country and absorb some new atmospheres!

Saturday, March 04, 2006

When You Drink You Tend to Veer Toward the Right...





It's a shame that it's been almost 2 weeks since my last update. I've travelled so far and seen so many things, and haven't been able to share them with you because Middle America doesn't believe that the internet exists. I'll be starting a petition soon to so that we may bring this incredible technology to these cavemen, but only at blazing speeds of 14.4kbs (we don't want them to catch up to the rest of the world too quickly, the shock could kill them, and then who would grow corn for us?) I was working my way East but got lost, and when a bird gets lost we have one solution- Follow other birds. It was a while before I realized I had been led far from my intended route by these dumb birds though when I ran into the ocean... According to the local birds hanging out at the pier I had arrived at Galveston, Texas. I fumed for a while upon this discovery because I've gotten so far off course that I won't be making it up to Disney World in the off season and by the time I get there the children will be as thick as mosquitos and five times as obnoxious, so Florida just got cut from my trip this year. Since I couldn't fly across the bay with the flock I hopped the ferry and took a few pictures along the way. The island looks fun, and I should be able to get some more pictures and have a few wild stories to tell. I was lost but now I'm going to party here, so I have severly improved my predicament!