NO BIG DEAL REALLY….. but there was a couple of really rich guys that got a grip on almost all the cool stuff in Alaska in the late 1800s and early 1900s and they sort of really screwed up, and almost kept the whole place for themselves.
That was pretty cool actually, if I was hyper rich, and bored, I might try to take over a huge state that had no government or people that could resist my ideas too.
So then I drift off into this fun little moment when I was a teenager where this ultimately cute little ice skater girl just knew I was about the coolest guy on the planet and she did not know how much I totally agreed, that , certainly, I agreed, and was hoping she would not blow my cover.
Then in this little blog site I built called:…. The risk of peaceful work….…,I try to pretend the girl would have…” never…, wanted me to secretly visit her private apartment”…. if her parents would have allowed her to have one.
It was her idea, I never said a word. (Her parents were apparently talking about her, getting her own place closer to the rink, but I have no idea if that ever worked out.)
So then as a result of the locals not having awesome ice skater girls chasing their sons around, they positioned me to be a loser, and the little skater chick grew up to be a nasty dyke who lives on crigslist and hates humanity.
Back in my loser days, I had to work at a cannery. Yay.
The SYNDICATE(S) back in the early part of that last century (1900s? right?)they all brag endlessly about, was seriously interested in the cannery business, and then they got into copper and anything else that only cost a few billion to buy, and control.
I think of a lot of these ideas, like they are pool balls that were leftover from a game where the players got in an argument about cheating and left, and I want to use the table for something else, like putting plywood on the table and having a great feast, but first I want to knock all the leftover balls, or ideas, into the pockets, by slamming them with other, newer, and better ideas, and…. , also, not cheating.
’bout everything I am writing is recycled from other people’s stuff, so if you need authentic and genuine I think you need to go hiking and camping and develop your own original story and write it….I might suggest going to some place in Alaska, and having a lot of cash to spend locally….
