Police Eager to Investigate …
August 27th, 2010
Oh My God. I Need Help.
August 17th, 2010
This auction is happening twenty minutes from my house.
Somebody please steal my wallet and lock me in my basement.
When Blogging Was In Egypt’s Land …
August 12th, 2010
Let My Blogging Go.
At least … that’s what I’ve been doing. See, there’s lots of this stuff going on.
Family was up visiting for a week and a half or so. Tons of work to get done on the house in advance of Nunavut’s Long Winter. And … drama. Oh, how I hate drama.
See, I’m teaching karate every Monday these days and essentially running the school as Director of Programs. So I’m the financial guy, the marketing guy, and generally the guy who steers the ship so the head instructor can focus on head instructing. My stake in this is seasoning. The idea is to do this for awhile, pay my dues, so to speak, in a volunteer position, and eventually (I’m hoping next year), opening up a school of my own as head instructor. As a result of this position, however, I’m dealing with a lot of drama that I didn’t start. Which is tedious. The good part about that, though, is that I have the advantage of being an outsider here, so when it’s my task to deal with someone else’s issues, there’s no natural urge to sugar-coat anything. At least that’s liberating.
For my part, I’ve already received the blessing of our founder, a 10th Dan (ie: dude’s been running dozens of schools and doing the Martial Arts thing for a better part of 35 years and is as close to a living legend as you’ll get in today’s time), to open up a location wherever the hell I want because he feels that I’m a generally smart guy who seems to have an aptitude in three very important areas: 1) Running a business. 2) Teaching. 3) Bending people into strange and uncomfortable ways and generally doing some ass-kicking.
So that’s what’s going on in my neck of the woods. So while I’ll continue to be “around”, on here, updates will continue to be infrequent. I’ve trimmed my “daily read” list down considerably (limiting myself to mostly Northeast pals and a few lesser-known-yet-awesome blogs).
So anyway … um … how are you? :-)
No Big Boomy For Me
August 3rd, 2010
This past weekend was the Northeast Blogger Shoot. Everyone’s got re-caps (at least, everyone that’s remotely New-England based).
This was year three, and I didn’t go, unfortunately. Couldn’t due to family visiting.
So what did I miss? Shoulder-fired .308. Full-auto goodness. Shotguns, wheelguns, AR-15s, and likely some pieces that I’ll never see for the rest of my life. Sounds like everyone had a grand an amazing time.
Though this morning I went to the range. Just a few firearms and a relative. We shot about 100 rounds total. You see, today, I took my brother-in-law shooting. He was born and raised in NJ, he’s in his 40s, and has never shot a gun.
Taught him the four rules, explained why I find the 2nd so important as both a litmus test for politicians and for the American way of life. We shot some .22, 7.62×39, .38 and .357. For a first timer, he was a surprisingly good shot.
We had a great time and on the car ride back he thanked me and said, “I could have spent all day there!”
It wasn’t a giant gunnie brou-haha – there was no bayonet charge or two dozen people trading arms. It was just simple, educational fun. And it was real nice hearing somebody describe how much they enjoyed a simple hour-long trip to the range on a Tuesday morning.
ARGH!
July 29th, 2010
Feeling Guilty … Pleasures
July 22nd, 2010
Jay asked the question. What are your guilty pleasures? Honestly, I don’t really feel guilty about anything I greatly enjoy, so here, in no particular order, are awesome things I enjoy that people will either find stupid, strange, or grotesque.
And speaking of grotesque …
1) Cottage cheese.
I freaking love the stuff. I’ll put it on nachos or chips, veggies, or just bust out a tub and grab a few monster spoonfuls of it. It comes in all sorts of flavors and variety, I like mine low fat and plain. Not unsalted though, that stuff’s nasty. Plus, you can eat a gargantuan tub of the stuff and it has few calories and gets you full. Yummo.
2) Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
Best. Show. Ever. Joss Whedon is a genius of the highest order (see Firefly, Dr. Horrible, etc.), and this show has everything. Netflix has every single season available for instant online viewing. Start with the first episode of Season 1 and just keep going. That’s what TV should be like, not this CSI or Law & Odor crap. It’s funny, it’s serious, it’s horror, campy, intelligent, and awesome. Plus, there’s a musical episode!
3) Early ’90s Rap.
I generally hate rap – the serious kind, that is. But this stuff for me is like junk food to a college kid. I can live on it.
I can sing every single word in that song. In perfect timing. Fine. I’m a dork. Step off, I’m doin’ the hump.
4) Computer Gaming.
Most people I know find it strange that a 30-something with three kids and a minivan has a penchant for playing hours on end of Fallout 3. Grow up already, right? Wrong. Say it again and I’ll shoot you and your digital zombie horde! I grew up on an Atari 2600. Actually, that’s wrong, I started on a Fairchild Channel F II, though I really cut my teeth on the original 8-bit Nintendo. Oh, sweet, sweet Zelda golden cartridge!
I’ll always be a gamer, and I don’t give a crap what any of these n00bs with their PS3’s think. I was booting into DOS and clicking on grunting Orcs the DAY the original Warcraft came out. WoW. Give me a break. I played the damn game with a buddy of mine over a land-line with an external 14.4 modem hooked into the parallel port on my DX4-100 while you were getting your stinky diaper changed while a Barney video was rewinding in your Mom’s VCR, beeeotch. I KNOW ORCS. “Stop poking meeeeeeee!” I am a gamer. You simply live vicariously through your level 53 Mage in order to assemble some level of gamer-cred that you’ll never enjoy.
5) Banjos.
I just like the way they sound. :-)
One Badass Cnidaria
July 21st, 2010
About 100 people were stung by a jellyfish at a beach in Rye on Wednesday, officials said.
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The single jellyfish was believed to be responsible for all the stings.
Blogger Fhtagn
July 18th, 2010
This one’s for you, BP. Since you happen to write like one of my favorite authors …
Where’s My Violin?
July 16th, 2010
Because surely, these guys need some sad music.
A number of inmates at the New Hampshire State Prison in Concord are on a hunger strike to protest what they call stifling heat inside the prison.
Let’s get right on the phone with Mother Nature and tell her to cut it the hell out! Darn heat … can’t you see we need to be comfy down here?
Seriously now … I’m all for treating humans well, but I don’t think these folks are anywhere near death because of heat. And the logic of being overheated AND starving yourself? Kinda not-smart, right there. Guess that’s why they’re criminals.