Christopher Cline

The Wild World of Archaeology...

2008-07-16T22:28:43Z

The Lambchop has officially returned from the archaeological field until Pennsic. Digging that shower sump is going to seem like easy mode without having to screen all of the dirt. Some wild stories from this brief project up in the cosmopolitan hills of south-western virginia. Police, trips to the ER, partying across the border, treacherous trails, a wrecked truck, and a trashed immune system.

My fighting rig is still crap, and I haven't been in armor for months now. So I'm a little concerned about how the stick swinging is going to go. Have any heavy fighters been showing up to Thursday practices?

Fuck.

2008-07-14T05:20:03Z

I hate myself with a passionate fury right now. That is all.

Drunken Swede tries to row home from Denmark

2008-07-02T00:35:44Z

For your amusement:

http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSN3040033620080630

Checking In

2008-06-26T00:19:57Z

So. Took a machete to a significant mass of God's great green flora today out in the field, or more precisely, out in the woods. We've been finding a whole lot of nothing out in the poison ivy-rife fields of Pennsylvania.

Had an alarming experience last night going out: Mid-bar expedition, My DD passed off her duty to another member of the crew, let's call him "Mr. Clean," who proceeded to get trashed. Various other antics ensued. The net result was another not-entirely-sober member of the crew driving everyone home, with one passenger rolling a joint in the back seat, another shouting racously, and "Mr. Clean" maniacally slamming a machete into the truck's dashboard repeatedly. It was all in good fun till our driver parked the company truck into the side of one of the other trucks in the hotel parking lot.

Archaeology is nuts.

One of the crew has been working on making a bow from a sage tree. It's really coming along. He's got the stave formed and is going to tiller it now.

Going to see the Butthole Surfers in Philly in two days.

That is all. You may return to your regularly-scheduled broadcasting.

6:00 AM comes too soon...

2008-05-28T01:36:08Z

So I'm up in PA. Thoughts... I have been introduced to the concept of the Rustbelt. Economically speaking, everything up here seems to be dying a slow, decaying death. When I sit down to jot down my experiences, I'm not sure where to start. The things I write seem not to capture the nuances that I'm seeking to express. I spent a long weekend up here with no work, hanging out with my friend Cameron. There is not a whole lot to do up here. We talked to lots of random strangers, which was fun. We encountered perhaps the only foreign-born resident of Bloomsburg, PA last night at the bar. We encountered some attractive young ladies but had our romantic pursuits cut short by the early closing of the bar.

Tomorrow I head back out to the site. A pair of looming, collosal cooling towers stare down upon our scrabbling in the dirt. Last week an air raid siren split the air while we were laboring out in the fields. The sirens of fire trucks soon followed, dismissing the possibility of impending nuclear holocaust, but it was a bit of an eerie experience. I would like to upload some pictures, but it seems to be more of a pain in the ass at the moment than I'm willing to deal with. We spent last week walking recently plowed fields, dropping flags when we found artifacts... even when the artifacts in question were clay pigeon fragments. Apparently those can sometimes be "historical." I spent most of my time collecting said artifacts and placing them in labeled bags. We used long tape measures and right angles to map out the locations. There's something viscerally satisfying to me about creating those sorts of maps. In some ways it reminds me of drawing dungeons for D&D.

Leo in Agno

2008-04-28T00:15:55Z

The Bedford Boys laid the smacketh down upon some poor souls this weekend. More generally Atlantia made a grand showing up at Black Stone Raids. The event very much felt like the Kingdom Crusades of bygone years. 200 heavy fighters hit the field, and afterwards libations were passed about a'plenty. I had a blast with my buds "Corn-fed" and "Corn-bread." I was also anointed Atlantia's first Finnish-Viking-Thumb-Wrestling champion after delivering a mortal blow to His Grace Duke Valharic.

Stumped

2008-04-21T21:21:34Z

Anytime I do anything remotely real (i.e. tasks not involving Mr. Laptop), it reminds me how much more badass all the people alive before me really were. Intrepid colonials (small pox-laden blankets aside) cleared huge tracts of land (yes, huge) without the aid of power tools. It amazes me. I was out clearing out my parents' garden so that they can plant things. I volunteered to till and make beds, etc. I also took it upon myself to clear out two stumps which have been sitting in the garden for a couple years now. I got rid of one of them this afternoon, well, most of it anyway. It took a lot of hacking away with an axe. We silly medieval combatants don't need plate armor; we just need cellulose in our cells. Oh yeah, also, it bothers me that carcinogens are apparently only real to the State of California.

Sarah Made Me Do It

2008-04-09T21:54:21Z

Baaaaaaaaa...

Okay, so now Lambchop has a Livejournal that he can actually access (not that he will necessarily...).