"The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom."

H. L. Mencken

Another week of boiling water evidently, the coffee still tastes like shit, and I'm starting to get grumpy about it. If there is only one thing that is necessary for the bunker to run without things degenerating into complete chaos, it's coffee.

More rain coming down today tells me that it's going to get worse before it gets any better. The wind is screaming like a banshee, and the hatches are battened down. The ionizer is whirring full air, for the chain smoked cigarettes have filled the bunker with an impenetrable haze.

A fist fight broke out at the library last night, there's a certain poetic justice to that. A group of people were upset that a community meeting was being held as an information sharing session, and wasn't publicized. The City of Vancouver wants to share information, it just doesn't want to tell them where it's being shared.