Enterprise, come in.

What next, man?What is this again? Beeswax. Do you have to keep it in my bedroom? We've got an entire abandoned 19th century mill here - there's plenty of space in the forge room. Marvin??

Oh, hello. Didn't see you there on the other side of that iPhone screen. Thanks for dropping by Big Green's near totally useless blog, now more than ten years in the making! (Slogan: Blogging pointlessly since 1999.) You caught me in the middle of a small dispute with the help. No, we are not effete artists with domestics swarming all over the place, attending to our every whim. Certainly not! Our domestic workforce consists of a handful of surly operators, including:
  • Marvin (my personal robot assistant) - Created by a mad scientist and one-time scrap metal dealer, Marvin helps around the mill with lifting fairly heavy things, moving those things from one place to another, and .... and lifting other fairly heavy things.
  • Mansized tuber - Talk about growing your own! Matt harvested this oversized sentient sweet potato back in the old days, when we were in the witness protection program and pretended to be living in Sri Lanka. Anyhow, the mansized tuber isn't really much of a help at all, but he does give me something to blog about once in a while, and that amounts to a particular kind of heavy lifting.
  • Lincoln - Storied 16th president of the United States, saved the Union, ended organized chattel slavery, and became the greatest president Hollywood has ever seen. Rescued from the awful past via Trevor James Constable's Orgone Generating Machine, which created a time portal through which Lincoln and his evil doppelganger passed and .... well .... search the blog for details; it's complicated. Anyhow, he helps around the house with light cleaning, some cooking, occasional legal counsel. Probably the best natured of the bunch.
  • Anti-Lincoln - Surly opposite doppelganger of the above. (See above for creation myth or just follow the tag anti-Lincoln.) He burns things when it gets cold outside. Sometimes he'll throw something edible into the fire.
That's the list of what might be termed domestics. Everyone else around here is an associate, or hanger-on, or I don't know what. It's a squat house, for crying out loud. And now Marvin has gotten it into his head to sell lip balm or something. He managed to trade some bricks from one of the outbuildings in exchange for a couple of barrels of beeswax. Entrepreneurs! They'll be the death of all of us!

Sorry. He gets a little over enthusiastic sometimes, that's all.

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