Gravity's a bitch, and then you die
Today I went to the park -- AGAIN. Apparently it was Family Day, since there were all these grandparents walking around with their wittle wugwats. I suppose I suspected as much on the day before Independence Day.* What I enjoyed watching was all the little kids who were finding out the hard way about GRAVITY and that eternal maxim that it is far easier to climb UP a rocky slope than it is to get back DOWN. The woods were filled with panicked little voices: "We need to find another way down!"
I also saw something I've never seen at the park before: guys with metal dectators. Not sure what they were looking for. Spare change? Buried treasure? The One Ring? Remember, the Ring is trying to get back to its Master. It WANTS to be found.
* "Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world, and you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. 'Mankind.' That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom...not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: 'We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!' We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"