This G-Cipher update is taking place at the Seattle indymedia center.

A tour of the parks around Seattle.  Yes - The orge is holding a real 
Volkswagon Bug.










Nighttime shot of the Union Pacific from the bridge over the tracks.






A shot from the same bridge, looking the other direction.  It 
appears that some hoodlums vandalized the building!

So, I went back the next morning, and took a few daytime shots.  And even
managed to catch a rainbow!

Hanging out at the Hanta Hous.

Tattoos and the Sketchyest Toaster Oven EVER! 

Courtesy of the Fire Breathing Kangaroo Hous.

(Editor's note - we returned to the FBK hous a dew days later
and the toaster oven was declared dead and unable to be resurrected
even by Jerkey. So..  the search for the Sketchyest Toaster Oven ever
must continue. )

As we rolled through Downtown seattle words from the Great Prophecy
rang out from the radio:

"at 23rd and Union the driver broke left--
 Kevin shouted Broadway it's time to get def--
my girl blew me a kiss, she said I was the best--
she's lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress--
the closer that we get, the crazier that I feel--
the posse's on Broadway it's time to get ill--"

"Now the posse's gettin' hungry, and Mix-a-Lot's treatin'--
we stopped at Taco Bell, for some Mexican eatin'--
but Taco Bell was closed, and the girls was on my tip--
they said, "Go back the other way, we'll stop and eat at Dick's"--
Dick's is the place where the crew hang out--
the SWASS like to play, and the rich flaunt clout--
posse to the burger stand, so big we walk in two's--
we're gettin' dirty looks, from those other sucka crews--"


G-Cipher:  Our Posse's on Broadway!

At the Institute for Applied Piracy.  

Houses built by hand, solar power, wood heating, composting toilet.  
It was awsome, and comforting to see the human spirit live in harmony 
with nature.

Maybe there is hope for mankind?

Notsuoh gets the FUCKING BOOT!

At this point in the trip, it has dwindled down from four down to two
travelers:  mstar and jerkey.

Notsuoh returns home, and Resin is AWOL/MIA.

Only time will tell if these two kill each other over the last dumpstered bagel.

On the way back to Seattle from the IAP, we took the ferry from Bainsbridge
to Downtown.

And the next day, it SNOWED!!!#@!

Yeah!  Sledding and snowmen for everyone!

Questions that need to be answered:

Where is the most depressing possible place we can spend Thanksgiving?

Will Resin ever decide to return to G-cipher?

Will we return to warm and sunny california before we freeze our A$$es off?

Will we run out of money and energy on the side of the road?

Wtf is the plan anyways?



Until next time faithful reader..



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