Lookout: Cleveland.
Is it coming round again? Hah. Some mad scientist YOU turned out to be. I could get better weather reports from an open window. Stupid Macaphee.
Yes, hello and welcome to the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, located in upstate New York, once a land of relatively stable weather, but now ... rollicking storms. Sometimes I feel like we're living in a bowling alley, our sorry asses parked in the lanes. I keep wondering if all this atmospheric upheaval is in anyway related to that massive gizmo Mitch Macaphee is always messing with. He just built it last month, and it's got dials and levers and wheels and lights, and it belches black smoke into the air above the mill. Just like old times, really. Then it rains like hell.
If my suspicions are correct, I suppose that means I owe you all an apology. Or at least Mitch does. Understand - we do not control Mitch, we just utilize his expertise from time to time. He can be quite handy with minor repairs on spacecraft, for instance, like that time when our ion drive went out halfway to Neptune, and we didn't have a space buoy, and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) got automatonic space sickness and couldn't do the EVA to fix our guidance tracking antenna, so we had to send Major West, and ... well...
It gets more complicated after that. Suffice to say, Mitch means well, even if he is trying to destroy the planet (well ... he put that on his bucket list, at least). We will try to keep you posted
on new developments as Mitch continues to twirl knobs, throw switches, and rub his hands together in glee.
In the meantime, keep an eye out for our upcoming May podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN, which will feature another spellbinding episode of Ned Trek, some previously unreleased music tracks, and ridiculous conversation about killer chickens and other phenomena.
Keep an ear out, too. It's really more about hearing than anything else.
Yes, hello and welcome to the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, located in upstate New York, once a land of relatively stable weather, but now ... rollicking storms. Sometimes I feel like we're living in a bowling alley, our sorry asses parked in the lanes. I keep wondering if all this atmospheric upheaval is in anyway related to that massive gizmo Mitch Macaphee is always messing with. He just built it last month, and it's got dials and levers and wheels and lights, and it belches black smoke into the air above the mill. Just like old times, really. Then it rains like hell.If my suspicions are correct, I suppose that means I owe you all an apology. Or at least Mitch does. Understand - we do not control Mitch, we just utilize his expertise from time to time. He can be quite handy with minor repairs on spacecraft, for instance, like that time when our ion drive went out halfway to Neptune, and we didn't have a space buoy, and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) got automatonic space sickness and couldn't do the EVA to fix our guidance tracking antenna, so we had to send Major West, and ... well...
It gets more complicated after that. Suffice to say, Mitch means well, even if he is trying to destroy the planet (well ... he put that on his bucket list, at least). We will try to keep you posted
on new developments as Mitch continues to twirl knobs, throw switches, and rub his hands together in glee.In the meantime, keep an eye out for our upcoming May podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN, which will feature another spellbinding episode of Ned Trek, some previously unreleased music tracks, and ridiculous conversation about killer chickens and other phenomena.
Keep an ear out, too. It's really more about hearing than anything else.
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