Lost in found.


That looks like my first pair of Chuck Taylors. Always wondered what happened to them. And there's that bike that got stolen when I was twelve. And some pocket lint that looks very familiar.

Oh, hi, friends of Big Green. Glad this is getting out to you. WiFi is a little unreliable out here in the midst of the Kuiper Belt... all these particles and planetoids cause a boatload of interference, as you might well imagine. Yes, we did manage to navigate our way through the black hole that had parked itself next to that annoying Goldilocks Planet our label talked us into playing. (We now know why the Gliesians call the black hole "Papa Bear"). The advice we'd been given took us right into the old vortex. Turns out it's just a transdimensional expressway back to the Kuiper Belt. Bit of good luck, that.

So, yeah... we're here for the final leg of our somewhat anti-climactic ENTER THE MIND: THE ULTIMATE BIG GREEN EXPERIENCE interstellar tour 2010. Why anti-climactic? No climax... Why else? We've gone something like 60 gazillion miles in the last seven weeks and what the hell do we have to show, eh? No cash, no kudos, no nothing. Bloody flop. Still, we're indefatigable (except for the man-sized tuber, who hasn't been out of his terrarium since three stops ago). So we've already spent a couple of days on Pluto, the big brass buckle of the Kuiper Belt, jamming out to a frozen house, making the icicles shake, rattle, and crack. (No rolling on Pluto. They have a code, you know.)

There are three things you need to know about this Kuiper Belt place. The first is that it's bloody cold. I think you might have guessed. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has tanked out his battery half a dozen times since we got here. The second is that this place is like the solar system's lost and found. Apparently everything that gets lost on Earth (and everywhere else in Sol's neighborhood) ends up here. For instance, there are literally billions of odd socks floating around and between the asteroids. Explains a lot. That stuff they call "dark matter"? Socks. Just socks. I think it's just centrifugal force, spinning everything out to the rim. Now you know.

The third thing is that... some of these venues are so small, it's almost impossible to perform. Right now, I'm straddling two of these Kuiper Belt objects, my keys parked on a third, playing to an audience perched on dozens more within earshot. Keee-razy.

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