The Log Lady would approve! Yesterday, running home from a film screening, I ran into this at the corner of Broadway and 25th:
- MB
Looks like someone forgot their tree remains. A closer look:
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Yep, sure enough, it’s actual forest detritus, on a power line! How the fuck did THAT happen? Let’s face it: The city’s latest power line tossing trend—dildos—is a pretty jaunty deviation from the classic power line sneaks, but their method of placement isn’t exactly reinventing the wheel. I couldn’t get close enough to see how the logs were placed, but it looks like there was no string-slinging involved. How did log pieces get up there? Is this art? Is this a prank? Is it a fire hazard? Do the logs contain the trapped spirits of missing husbands? What can the logs tell us?
A tree grew in to the lines, and then they cut it down.
Come on now.
When trees grow too close to power lines and no one trims them back, then the tree branches can actually grow around the power line, completely encasing the line. When the trees are eventually pruned or cut down, these chunks of branches remain, since there’s no way to remove them without risking cutting the power line itself.
Today we learned that Megan lives in a part of town that cut down all its trees in the forties.
Next week, Megan asks “who poured water all over the ground” after a hard rain.
This was actually a very enlightening post.
Certainly not any of the words, but now I’m wondering if Twin Peaks was some sort of prequel to Stargate SG-1.
Ugh. Just when I thought the Mercury was actually hiring intelligent writers. Pathetic.
Lighten up, people. She didn’t know a thing, now she does. You have sufficiency mocked her ignorance of a super dumb thing.
Now where are the veggie burgers? Gettin’ a little peckish.
You and everyone defending you deserve to be trapped in the Black Lodge for this clickbaiting post.
YOU’RE ABOSULTELY RIGHT COMMA LET’S STRING HER UP COMMA HOW’S ANNIE.
I wanna know how crows get up on the lines, in tiny Greyhound buses when we’re not looking?