I think the time has come to further research the idea of a Cellar Commune.

Not some crazy drinkin' poison kind of commune, just a group of self-sufficient people who live on the same land and contribute their talents for the good of the community.

Those who can build, build. Those who can farm, farm. Those who can cook, cook. I volunteer to keep the books. Well, sure, I'd run the library but I'm also talking about the ledgers and stuff. I suppose we'll be able to sell some of produce and craftery to get needed items for the ranch.

I say no kids allowed. I like kids, sure, but this isn't that kind of commune. If you want that kind you can start one up or become a Mormon. I'm really only interested in non-breeding adults who have been downsized and outsized and undersized and oversized, who are sick of the rat race, who refuse to shuck and jive for the boss man.

Of course, we'll be off the grid but not completely: I for one would want interwebz.

It's just a rough sketch.

There is plenty of land out thisaway.

I know of one that is planned already. Not Cellar-specific, but still.

There is also a trans-specific thingie in the planning stages. I am watching that project, but I don't have a lot of hope. It requires investment and money is something that transpeople are chronically short of.

It's communism, I tellz ya!

Well, I tried to get all of you to move down to the old sewage lagoon, but nooo....

...Living in a VAN down by the old sewage lagoon... [/Matt Foley]

With jokes like that you'll never get into MonkeyCom. :rolleyes:

This is where I'm staying right now. Plenty of room for all.

Oh man, you're living it up! All I ever got was the poncho hooch I carried in my pack.

I admit it isn't bad. My guys take care of me

I'd be the looker-afterer if you allowed kids. Maybe even the edjumacator.
'Side from that I can cook.

Can't clean worth a damn though, so don't believe me at the interview.
Can sing, but not harmonise.
Don't deal well with conflict.
Can live without TV but need books.
Will not eat bananas or peanuts. Well, perhaps if I am literally starving, but funnily enough I've never experienced that.
Cannot be trusted with the keys to the liquor cupboard.

Am I still being considered?

PS - Sarge, that looks cosy.

So. Where are you gonna live?

For reals?

I DON'T KNOW

Can you stay with mom until you figure it out?

Worst case scenario. There will be other, better options such as living in North Philly where I'm more likely to survive.

[hugs]