Archive for November, 2003

My angel is a centerfold…

BOOM, Baby!

That’s right. Back in the saddle again. No more will I be without the added convenience and, dare I say, luxury of a digital camera. The wifey and I broke down and decided to replace our much loved Sony DSC-S50, which broke down due to a miscommunication about where it should be stored and the exact velocity its housing could withstand before breaking, with a spanky new Sony DSC-P8. That’s it there, pictured above. Isn’t she pretty?

Heh, needless to say this here blog thing will soon be graced with all kinds of neat new pictures. In fact, I think I’ll go take some of the goats now. That’s RIGHT!

I said GOATS!

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EVERYTHING’S FIIIIIIIINE!!!

Far be it from me to tell other people how to play their characters, but honestly. If you’re an Eshu and someone is telling a tale, and doing a rather good job of it, and you’re not posing more than mild interest something is wrong. We’re talking about a Kith here who were dreamed up by the traditon of oral history…ick, blah. Whatever. It’s frustrating…

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, sorry. I’m just rambling on insanely again.

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When the dogs do find her…

Well, what a weekend. And topped off with a hell of a Monday. Actually the weekend began its roll on Thursday night with the discovery from a news show that the six, count’m, six smoke alarms I had in my house were utterly useless. Apparently the typical consumer smoke detector, the ionization kind, doesn’t do a very good job of detecting the type of smoke typically found in a house fire. In other owrds, in almost 100% of the cases, by the time the smoke alarm actually goes off (if it doesn’t melt first) your house is close to being engulfed in flames. This precipitated the expenditure of more dough than I would have ever thought could be spent on getting effective smoke and thermal detectors in the house.

That done, of course, the typical buyer’s remorse set in on Friday and Saturday. But I’m feeling much better about it now. I mean, can you really put a price on the lives of your family?

Sunday was a typical weekend day. Mowed half the lawn (there’s a good 2.5 acres of manicured lawn around my house). I’ll get to the other half next weekend. With as cold as it’s been at night lately, the first half won’t grow much, if at all, and this’ll be the last time I mow for a few months. YEAH! The rest of Sunday was pretty much just lounging around. Which is my favorite kind of day.

This all leads to Monday and me rolling into work to find my badge doesn’t work. A visitor’s pass and an escort to my office later and I find my network account doesn’t work. LOVELY! Turns out my contract extension didn’t reach the security people and they shutdown all my accounts. Thankfully everything was back in order by mid-afternoon yesterday, so all is good.

Today I’m catching up…or at least should be instead of writing this. Maybe I’ll go do that…

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As I plunge on into certain death…

And this is the battle banner for the same character.

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As the crowd breaks…

Been doing a little playing around in Photoshop lately. I’m involved in several online games and this is a crest I came up with for one of my characters. The Latin text reads:

Watch Listen Understand Employ

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I’m on a mexican radio…

And this one…whooooo! Well, no argument there I suppose.


You are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You’re
adorable, but a little out there. It’s all right,
you might not have it all, but there are worse.

which happy bunny are you?
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Eating barbequed iguana…

Ok, this was just so wierd I had to do it:

You are “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”
You’re more than a little world-weary, but also
intelligent and you keep your head when things
get dodgy. You’re everybody’s favorite
drinking buddy, but your stubbornness does get
in the way sometimes.

Which Saying Are You?
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If I could save time in a bottle…

More from the house of …the phony tough and the crazy brave. It may be hard to believe but this is what Marines look like most of the time. A bunch of dumb kids. Too stupid and and too young to think anything could possibly be wrong. Funny that this was taken January of 1991. Desert Storm was just around the corner.

By the way. In this picture I’m the Marine second from the left. See? I’m pointing at myself.

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Photographs and memories…

So I’m digging around in my old Marine Corps stuff, looking for some gloves and my old wool scarf and I come across this picture. Man, to be that young again.

And I’m reminded of: I wanted to meet stimulating and interesting people of an ancient culture, and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill.

Yeah…OoohRAH!

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