past-the-lies

"Death of a Gunslinger; or The Best in the West" There once was a man who thought he was the best gunslinger in all the West; The man was dead wrong, dead wrong at best. For you see, the man was a bit of a gambler and he'd cheat at the game of card; He was also a bit of drinker. When he drank, he'd hit the booze hard; Swig after swig, he would pound down; When his turn came 'round, from his sleeve an Ace was found; The man thought he was fast with sleight of hand trick; Another man across the table called out, "Boy, you think you're slick?" The man quivered in fear as the other pulled his gun from its holster with great speed; The m

The builders tried to eat the garden again today. Not the local ones, but a pack of big ones from higher up: hundred-meter class at least, bigger than anything around here. Took a while to get them to leave, had to distract them with squatters while a tech climbed up. They don't understand plants well, but they understand people, and they'll wait for us to leave. They'll wait a bit, at least; tech wasn't as fast this time and Tel lost a leg when it started eating the edge. We can't get them to leave for good, best we can do is crack their priority codes, make them do anything else first before they clear out our little bunch of foliage. Pro