There is currently a couple of micro-Hiroshima's of chemical energy sitting in the imu in my back yard. I've got my fingers crossed that the paper in the center doesn't spontaneously combust while I'm at work today. (I've got it covered and there's no way it's getting to Farenheit 451, but still).
I managed to find everything I needed at Osh and Nob Hill this morning. As soon as I pick up the pig tonight, I'm ready for a luau. Did you know that they make something called a Pig Bag expicitly for carrying pigs. Apparently it's a hunting thing. I'm so glad Tolles mentioned it to me.