September 6, 2007

Heading for the Yukon

Hatched by Dafydd

As internet advertising has dried up considerably since the glory days of the 2006 election (for everyone, just just us), we at Big Lizards have decided to implement Plan B (not the pregnancy thing).

In order to raise the vast funds it takes to continue bringing your this blog, without which your lives would sink back into the drab, lifeless, despairing existence you had before we came along to brighten your otherwise wretched days and your nights riddled with restless leg syndrome, we have decided to head to the Alaskan gold fields and make some serious money.

We figure this will take about a week. Thus, posting may be light (as opposed to light-headed, our usual state) from Sunday until a week from Monday: Curiously, it's not the problems of an internet connection; few people realize that the Yukon gold fields are now fully wired for wireless connection. Rather, we're just not sure we'll have as much time as normal to surf the internet, what with assaying all the gold nuggets that we're reliably informed simply tumble from the rivers and streams in our 57th state.

(Even fewer realize, as those same sources inform us, that Alaska, all by itself, has more land area than the entire Earth.)

Ever mindful of our responsibilities, we've scheduled several posts to automatically publish in our absence (allowing us to maintain our drab, lifeless, despairing, wretched excuse for restless blog syndrome). We shall supplement these with on-the-spot reports on important events; and I'll bet Sachi will eventually write another travelogue... and let's hope we can get her to write it in English as well, this time!

Just thought we'd let you know. In our absence, our crack team of guest bloggers would surely have taken up the slack; but they were all tapped to run Fred Thompson's campaign. What luck for the rest of us!

Hatched by Dafydd on this day, September 6, 2007, at the time of 3:02 PM

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The following hissed in response by: Big D

I live in Alaska, and I can say with authority don't waste your time. It takes more than an hour to find a chunk of gold bigger than your fist, and the smaller stuff ain't hardly worth the effort. There's still some money left in moose wrangling, but you have to be experienced.

Our actual state motto is "Alaska: High latitude, less attitude."

The above hissed in response by: Big D [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 6, 2007 4:26 PM

The following hissed in response by: Fritz

Be sure to rent a pack animal to help carry all the gold. The dang stuff is heavy and will rip your pockets out if you fill them with it. I also recommend taking along a collection of Robert Service poems to encourage you while you are resting. Those poems might even keep you out of the third side of Alaska, and that comment ought to get a chuckle out of old Sourdoughs. And yes, I'm old enough to remember when there were three sides to Alaska, inside, outside, and Morningside. Now if I could just find a good source of Ice Worms for my cocktails.

The above hissed in response by: Fritz [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 6, 2007 5:10 PM

The following hissed in response by: AMR

My wife and I recent tried to get rich on Yukon gold, but the locket to encapsulate the gold we actually had found cost more than the gold was worth. Now we did find an 1867 nickel in our old house's wall during remodeling after we got back in July. So the moral of this story is to stay home and look for old coins to save air fare and the $5 a US gallon gas needed to get to Dawson City or somewhere outside of White Horse. Anyway, my friends said it snowed up there, somewhere last week

The above hissed in response by: AMR [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 6, 2007 6:50 PM

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