“They have tricked you into thinking
that choosing your own Massa
is the same as being free.”

from Jones Plantation, a film allegory talking about voting, slavery and ‘democracy’

Damn straight. But that’s not why I’m here now.

***

The wall panels are basically just glued up there. There are cute little framing pieces (top center) that it seems are just glued too. Behind this, so far as I’ve dared to go, there’s just regular drywall–obviously it’s been cut though, doubtless for accessing the guts of the water system just like I need to do.

So far so good. It might be that since the panels are not actually the wall, I can tear them away and still not open the pipes to the frolics of kittens in the middle of the night.

(I take my waking slow.)

Also, if my luck holds, I might not have to spend $45 apiece on new panels. When I’m done, I can smear on drywall patch and paint, right? Maybe.

I wonder why the original wallcutters didn’t do that themselves; hmm?

My wonderings will be addressed in time with the experience.

***

As the film trailer indicates, I’m finding myself in strange corners of the Internets, trying to have something interesting to listen to while I work.

Strange corners of my own archives as well.

Here for instance is a picture I took deep inside the Carlsbad Caverns toward the end of last year.