Don Martin Dept:
Ditched in the South Pacific (MAD #134, April 1970)
Artist & Writer: Don Martin
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So, it's almost time to move my apple saplings into some larger pots. I'm planning on keeping most or all of them no larger than about dwarf size (~4ft tall), but ultimately get them established in outdoor pots that can be moved in and outdoors depending on how many babies the doe living in the back woods has. She tends to take her babies on tours in the back yard for "wild" (read: planted by me and the family and left for the animals) potatoes and other edible stuff.
And even though I know it's time to repot them, I did this...
At the same time I'll be repotting my saplings, I'll be setting up a warm, high-humidity nursery for these Hoya Carnosa seeds I broke down and bought. The packet came with hundreds of seeds, and while I've been informed by a gardener or two I already know that I'm a lunatic for trying to germinate them from seeds rather than cuttings, I'm still determined to ultimately wind up with a window full of these:
(via wikipedia; these are not my hoyas)
Also, the seeds for growing these:
The seeds for these ones show up on Wednesday.
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We're officially 3 days into the trip and I'm... not sure how I feel? Some type of exhausted. People get up bloody early here. There's always music blaring at full volume everywhere. I am chronically dehydrated because I can't trust the non-bottled water they serve here to be potable. My throat hurts from the aircon. The internet is patchy and unreliable. My hair (which was... already pretty bad due to a very unfortunate haircut recently) looks the actual worst it ever has. Think "I cut my own hair with sewing scissors" vibes. "Plucked Chicken Wants To Speak To The Manager". I also look patently stupid in my (gorgeous) traditional Filipino formalwear. (Just so we're clear, this is only due to me being a pasty broad-shouldered European with scoliosis, not the fault of the dress, which would be super pretty on a less ungainly creature than myself.)
However. Positives! The environment is unbelievably pretty here. The heat and humidity are less bad than I expected. There's fewer bugs than I was warned about. I also haven't gotten dysentery or norovirus or food poisoning yet. The food is actually delicious. I haven't been as sweaty and disgusting as I feared. AKA... if this holds up, I think I'll live?
Wish me luck.
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good night to everyone except:
multilingual parents who refuse to teach their children any language other than english and then proceed to get mad at the children for not learning the language on their own time
people from island countries who are afraid of crabs
colorist spaniards
people who were born and raised in cuba but aren’t cuban racially/ethnically
virgo men with greenish-hazel eyes
people who work at a tech company that used to make bubblewrap
ex-professional cave divers
people who call normal headaches “migraines”
and fathers who forget their first-born’s birthday
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me this entire weekend: hoarding nice vintage shirts off Ebay like a dad going thru a hedonistic Bahamas cruise mid-life crisis
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