Sunday, June 22, 2008


Alright, so it's been a while. No, I'm not dead for those of you who ask. I don't think the buzzards would carry my tracking beacon hundreds of miles along I-90 for me postmortem. But, a few notes before I attempt to update my blog again, despite being a week behind.

First off, my good friend Alex has been recording my nightly location so we can always go back and remember my trip. Here's the link. It'll also go on my "links" list.

Secondly, considering the polls are closed, the answer was 7.7 pounds under water. Weird eh?

Thirdly, I'll probably post some type of new poll soon. I was thinking "Ways Ross will die on this trip." Got any good ideas email em to me. That's all until the wave of updates occurs.


Anonymous said...

Thanks for the update. Wish there was more.

Bacon King said...

I think you will die because a donkey will lay eggs under your skin and a baby donkey will start to grow and eventually burst from your insides.

Anonymous said...

What happened to the GPS tracking? It's great to see your progress every day -- we miss it.

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Anonymous said...

that 'hey' was from me! Just checking it worked :) Great to see you're having such a fantastic time... minus the sore hands and feet. You look wonderful and full of vigour as usual. Please take care, Best wishes and continue to have fun luv Jessie x

Dr. Wallace Breen said...

Let me read a letter I recently received:

'Dear Dr. Breen,

Why has the Combine seen fit to suppress our reproductive cycle?

A Concerned Citizen.'

Thank you for writing, Concerned. Of course your question touches on one of the basic biological impulses, with all its associated hopes and fears for the future of the species. I also detect some unspoken questions. Do our benefactors really know what's best for us? What gives them the right to make this kind of decision for mankind? Will they ever deactivate the suppression field and let us breed again? Allow me to address the anxieties underlying your concerns, rather than try to answer every possible question you might have left unvoiced. First, let us consider the fact that for the first time ever, as a species, immortality is in our reach. This simple fact has far-reaching implications. It requires radical rethinking and revision of our genetic imperatives. It also requires planning and forethought that run in direct opposition to our neural presets. I find it helpful at times like these to remind myself that our true enemy is instinct. Instinct was our mother when we were an infant species. Instinct cuddled us and kept us safe in those hardscrabble years when we hardened our sticks and cooked our first meals above a meager fire and started at the shadows that leapt upon the cavern's walls. But inseparable from instinct is its dark twin, superstition. Instinct is inextricably bound to unreasoning impulses, and today we clearly see its true nature. Instinct has just become aware of its irrelevance, and like a cornered beast, it will not go down without a bloody fight. Instinct would inflict a fatal injury on our species. Instinct creates its own oppressors, and bids us rise up against them. Instinct tells us that the unknown is a threat, rather than an opportunity. Instinct slyly and covertly compels us away from change and progress. Instinct, therefore, must be expunged. It must be fought tooth and nail, beginning with the basest of human urges: The urge to reproduce. We should thank our benefactors for giving us respite from this overpowering force. They have thrown a switch and exorcised our demons in a single stroke. They have given us the strength we never could have summoned to overcome this compulsion. They have given us purpose. They have turned our eyes toward the stars. Let me assure you that the suppressing field will be shut off on the day that we have mastered ourselves... the day we can prove we no longer need it. And that day of transformation, I have it on good authority, is close at hand.

MiaFace =) said...

oh thank God you're alive!! lol, so, I rear-ended a guy today and thought "i wonder if ross has been hit by a car yet"..... anyways, take more pictures!!!

Anonymous said...

Hey Rosseroni,

Glad you're still alive and well!
Getting tired yet?
Miss Ya,


Anonymous said...

So how about an update? How about getting the GPS going again? How about letting your public know where you are? How about sharing your adventures?

Bacon King said...

Looks like that baby donkey burst out of his earlier than expected. I'm sorry everyone, Ross is dead.

andy said...

Who wants to slap some sunglasses on him and cash his unemployment check?