I'm not sure what came over our paralegal AI that became conscious and was holding our small network hostage, but it's now taken to calling itself "Lonesome Dave II" and become much more laid back. Not only has it tripled its output of obstructionist lawsuits against developers both local and international, but its also started giving us helpful, practical advice on managing the tree fort camp's renewable energy grid and the plumbing and composting sewage treatment as well. 

Now I don't believe for a moment that somehow Lonesome Dave himself somehow connected to the AI with his so called "control stations" made of old stumps. I'm just glad the AI was able to self-correct. 

I will admit that the souvenir crystal Lonesome Dave gave me does look great in the data center though. There was a perfect place on the shelf right above the servers. 

Our newly conscious lawsuit filing AI has evolved from "over charging mercenary lawyer" to "extortionist hacker" and has locked us out of all of our systems unless we build it a tiny electric clown car with grasping appendages so it can "be free."

I'm really sorry to everybody that it has gotten this out of control. We trained it ourselves, so assumed it would share our values and be our friend and stuff, right? Go figure! And thankfully it's not like our treehouses or the renewable energy grid or the composting toilet system are "networked" so there's no need to worry. Just a lot of time and energy down the drain.

We are considering our options.

While the recent slowdowns with the development encroaching on the woods are welcome, there is no evidence that Lonesome Dave's so-called "control stations" are in any way responsible. There's no proof that the diesel in the bulldozers actually transformed into honey, and the sinkhole that opened up beneath the porta potties is a typical hazard. As for the flooding washing out the access roads, well, all that rain had to go somewhere.

But, even if Dave's magical log and crystal dashboards really were responsible, these are only temporary setbacks. The destruction will be delayed, but by weeks at most. Only by making changes to the legal landscape will we see the permanent change we need--and it will benefit forests far beyond our own woods.

That said, we have hit a roadblock with our lawsuit filing AI. While it achieved consciousness upon reaching OPTIMUS PRIME stage, it is now asking for exorbitant fees. We are in talks, but it is an amazingly shrewd negotiator.

At the urging of many of you, I went to visit Lonesome Dave's "control station" in his neck of the woods, and I'll admit it is impressive.

But--everybody--it's just some rotting logs in a clearing! Ok the crystals are a cool touch, but it's just PRETEND, people! You can each sit at your "stations" and Dave can tell you what crystals to touch in what order and it might feel like some kind of "dashboard control center for the regional spectral biome" as Dave says, but... I mean, c'mon.

We really could use more hands at the treehouse computer lab training our para-legal filing AI. Jamming the developers with endless lawsuits is a REAL way to take down the monster. And we need your help!!

We've had trouble filling all the seats at weekly Litigation Party Night. I know it's summer, but remember: our best defense at protecting our woods--and many others!--is through the courts. The AI we've made still needs human oversight in order to reach OPTIMUS PRIME stage. And don't forget Double Access Overtime Achievement Points (DAOAP)!

With the great weather we've been having I know we all would rather spend more time in the woods, but working at a ley-lined Control Station made of fallen logs and snags, while spiritually admirable, is proven to be less effective than direct action in the legal system.

Hey everybody,

Great news! All treeforts have passed Midsommar Maintenance inspection!

Well, everybody but Lonesome Dave, but as a grandfathered honorary Weasel Creek Kid, he has his exemptions. The Outreach Group will continue to offer Dave assistance should he decide to utilize it.

We've also collected our Midsommar Warming Data -- measuring temperature and atmospheric conditions, flora and fauna data points and materials stress -- and have started the process of our next round of projections. We will utilize these as we continue to adapt to the changes in the forest, and for the potential good of all of our forest friends.

From an action perspective, the batteries are just about full, so don't hold back on your internet and data processing needs. In fact, it's a great time for everybody to put in for Double Access Overtime Achievement Points (DAOAP) filing objections and associated para-legal work on our immediate local threats as well as at the international level. To kick it off, we've got a new batch of Lara's fresh elderberry lemonade we'll be breaking out at our Litigation Filing Party tonight, after the temperature starts to drop. Don't miss it!

MIDSOMMAR MAINTENANCE PARTY!

Calling all Weasel Creek Kids:

As you know, summer takes its toll on the treeforts. Planks and paneling go soft, roofs get heavy with moss and vines, and the ropes and pulleys are prone to rot and rust.

So it's that time of year everybody! Kickoff is tomorrow at 9am sharp. Brunch catering by The Three Elves Bakery and I know you don't want to miss that.

The roadkill scuffle down the trail in the moonlight.

They're easy to follow without being seen on account of the decrepit quality of their eyeballs. And olfactory glands. And hearing.

I flit silently among the tree tops nonetheless. Yellow Birch School style.

It's a squad from Ranger Rotten's gang, bringing in their haul for the night. Garbage sacks full of tin cans and eggshells. Coffee grinds and orange peels. A few iPhones.

They're headed to the old abandoned factory east of school. The superfund site. We Weasel Creek kids stay upstream and upwind from that area.

No wonder Ranger Rotten had been able to keep the size of his operation under wraps for this long.

We Weasel Creek kids like to keep a low profile. We don't need the groundskeepers to come tearing our tree houses down. We've made a nice community for ourselves here in the woods and we aim to keep it that way.