2002-03-03 - 3:13 p.m.
Okay, so it’s 3PM Sunday, and I was supposedly supposed to take this day to do all the cleaning and errands I’ve neglected for the past 2 weeks, but instead I’m here on the internet. I’ve got a dirty apartment and a sinkfull of dishes including the damn George Forman grill (I don’t care what the informercial says. That thing can be a bitch to clean!) But at least I got the grocery shopping done (although I forgot the Five-Alive*). Mr. Halfass strikes again la de da.
Anyways, I just wanted to quick describe something that was introduced to me yesterday by my old pal Marko, the world of Geocaching.
Marko calls me up to his mother’s house in hicksville (he was in town for his wedding preparations, a topic more for future entries, but I will say this, the event is to involve kilts so should be fun.). His latest hobby is this geocaching thing. It involves one to buy an expensive looking electronic device which hooks up to satellites and give you the ability to read your exact (give or take 50 feet because Marko says that the government scrambles the satellite symbols so no one can hit the nail right on the head. I can just picture it now, some Commmunist spies going “Yeah captain, according to our spy data, the American nuclear missles are SUPPOSED to be hidden at RIGHT HERE at THESE coordinates, but I don’t see anything except that Acme warehouse over there 50 feet (errr I guess they would use kilometers) over there. Too bad! Guess we’ll have to go back to our Communist headquarters empty handed.”) Global coordinates.
After purchasing your device you go to this website and pick yerself out some coordinates, then you hike into the woods trying to find the spot. At the spots are hidden little containers. Once you find the container, you write down a little note in the notebook inside, and then leave a little trinket, and if you like take a little trinket. The trinkets in the one we found were things like marbles, Happy Meal toys, Legos, pens, American flags, and a disposable camera. Marko took a picture of me looking deranged and I left behind a postcard from an art gallery I happened to have in my pocket.
Supposedly there’s one weird guy who does it a lot and leaves behind a keychain for his realtor business, and bible tapes. It made me think that I should leave a Pleebs tape in one of the spots. It also started me thinking to all kind of cinematic and television show possiblities...
The eccentric millionaire who lures geocachers into some dangerous man hunt game and danger and adventure ensues.
Or
The romantic comedy where 2 geocachers unexpectedly meet during a hunt and craziness ensues.
Or Or
The guy who can’t figure out how to use the damn thing, tries to take it back to the store, but they won’t accept returns, so he freaks out and strangles the sales clerk, and madcap hilarity ensues...
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*I'm in a big citrus craving phase, so please excuse me.
