Singing in the mud

There is a book. Actually in the world, there are several of them. Way more than 7. Most of them are particularly interesting. Some of them, are not. If we are being completely honest all of them are not. But, that is because everybody has different tastes, and I do not believe there exists a book in the world that is not disliked, or uninteresting to somebody. Except perhaps "where the wild things are" by Maurice Sendak? (that is such a huge guess, so I am going to look it up. hehehe I was right. (of course there is always a chance I wrote that, originally guessed Harriet Beecher Stowe, and when I found out I was wrong, was so embarrassed that I changed it afterwards. Nobody would ever know. But I am not easily embarrassed, so take my word for it I did not do that.)) So anyway, there is an author of books. Actually in the world, there are several of them. (please see preceding points, except ignore the part about "where the wild things are".) The author I am thinking of is Glen Cook. He is one of my favorite authors. I have been thinking of him tonight. He wrote the annals of the black company. A fantastic series in 3 parts. (more? Not certain) and approximately 8 books (more/less? I could look it up, in fact I will. I was wrong. There are 9. Plus "the silver spike" which while in the same universe, and having some of the same characters, I do not consider it part of the annals, because it doesn't deal with the actual company. It is merely a well written, and enjoyable side trip, so that we need not say goodbye to old friends so easily.) In his books, he has a powerful, fanatic, and incredibly sneaky group of people. Actually that describes pretty much all of the groups political, and military. Ah well, the particular group brought to my mind is the Stranglers. These were a death cult, that primarily killed by strangling. They felt that if they killed enough people in a frame of time it would bring out the re-incarnation of their demon goddess. Pretty cool, as nice a reason for a fictional cult existence as any. The thing is they had a fantastic way of disposing of bodies. I guess I should give more detail. The deaths were supposed to be secret. People just disappearing, mysterious, sneaky, bringing rise to stories of spirits, and powers, and whatnot. So there had to be disposal that would not draw attention. Here is what they would do. After strangling the victim (so that said victim would not make noise thus revealing the cult...Often the settled for breaking necks, but true masters would strangle by themselves....Anyway) after said victim dies. They took the body, and hammered all up and down, pretty much powdering all the bones. This allowed them to fold the body up into a nice tight package, about the size of say....A picnic cooler? (depending on the size of the body of course, still a tidy, and small package either way.) They would then bury the body in a small hole tailored to the size of the package. Which they would bury deep enough to discourage animals disturbing said package, and to allow the odor to diffuse a little. The real genius, however, was that they would puncture the bodies. This would allow the decomposition gases to leak out. This way the body would not swell like a balloon (disturbing the ground level) because of the gases from decomposition. A truly ingenious method of corpse disposal. Using that method, could keep a secret secure for quite some time.

On a completely (hehehehe sure) unrelated topic. My wonderful daughter for some reason was sitting on the couch with a shoebox. She apparently has 8 count them eight notes from Tyler S-something (is that his last name?) I am uncertain of his last name, because he has lousy handwriting, and my daughter will not tell me. (which has the added side effect that she does not get to go to homecoming now, so that is a worry off my mind.) Anyway, she managed to keep 7 of them from me. But I do remember a quote from the one she didn't get:

I have been meaning to tell you how beautiful you are. You are smart, intelligent, and oh did I mention beautiful...

Something close to that. Now this tells me that 1) he has good taste. 2) he is redundant. 3) he is not very creative. 4) he should learn all about singing in the mud. (if you know what I mean.) Ahh the joys of being the father of a teenage daughter.

But enough of that diversion, I should mention that there is lots of space under my house, and enough clearance, that digging a decent small pit would not be difficult, the only animals that go down there are spiders, and mice. something to think about. Or not.