Ten Tentacles
So many arms, so little time.

Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel…

April 27th 2004 in Journal

See, this is what happens when you live in the boonies at the end of a quarter-of-a-mile long dirt driveway. You have to have a gravel truck come every now and then to gravel your road…but hey. It’s a dump truck! Cool!


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Bark at the moon…

Well, you know, I guess history doesn’t teach anyone anything. Prey animals run pampant in the south-east, eating crops, and people wonder what to do about it. I’ll tell you. Stop Killing The Only Natural Predator!

Wolves Slaughtered In Alaska
Kick up the Body Count

Boy, I tell ya…

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Furtive eyes peep out of holes…

Yeah, yeah. I still haven’t gotten around to posting pics in the gallery. Fooey on you all. I’ll get to it. I’m a busy guy!

Had a very nice chat with VASpider yesterday. It is so refreshing to talk to someone about work where I’m not compelled to explain every other word and acronym, because they [...]

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